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VSS365 | AUTUMN | CHALLENGE

3 Very Short Stories

Inspired by Autumn

Photo by Kristian Seedorff on Unsplash

Nikolaos Skordilis came up with three very short stories with a general theme of October, Halloween, and Autumn/Fall. He invited everyone to write their own very short stories with either of the themes.

Check out his amazing stories by clicking below, and see how you can write your own stories!

My inspiration came while listening to an instrumental piece by the Finnish band “Apocalyptica”. It’s called “Ruska”. Ruska is a Finnish word that “refers to the season when the foliage changes color before blanketing the ground” (click here for more information).

“Ruska”, as all of Apocalyptica’s musical pieces is mostly played by cellos. If you like classical or symphonic music, I’m sure you’ll love this piece. Apocalyptica is one of my favorite bands, but I won’t mind if you don’t like their music!

One more yellow leaf fell to the ground.

The person sitting on the park’s bench looked at the grey sky. Autumn’s gentle breeze caressed their skin, and earth’s colors exploded as the sun rose.

“I feel happy in a way that words cannot express”, they thought to themselves.

(48 words)

The symphony of autumn Divides hope across the cloudy skies Gone without a trace or remembrance A vision of delight Through the plains and the forests Tracing back the steps of illusory fate Without a wish or the kiss of a raindrop Autumn opens the gates to winter’s absolution

(49 words)

“Are we going to pretend it never happened?.. It felt nice.”, he said, as a raindrop landed on his face.

“I’d better go, I didn’t bring an umbrella with me”, she replied while softly kicking the crunchy leaves.

Autumn’s rain drenched his soul, just like she did the night before.

(50 words)

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