The Crisp October Night by Prince of Smiles, 6th grade project, 2007 The pitch black tar is deserted, as I stand at the head of the road. I see a flash of light, as a witch emerges in the air. I hear footsteps, as excited children race through the rustling grass, hopefully reaching the untouched house first. I become curious about the haunted house that has the blood-red words that read, “DO NOT ENTER,” on the door. I sprint to the oak tree that overhangs a pile of fallen leaves, as children find Milky Way and Snickers bars in their excessive bags of candy. Hanging from the branch of a rotting oak tree, I smell the crisp, autumn breeze as it thrashes my clothed body. I wonder how long it’s been there, as I stare at the distant, cratered moon. As I glance up at the darkened sky, I wonder what could disturb this glorious night in late October. See my other writing Email me privately, or send email to webmaster who will forward it to me. For problems with this page, contact webmaster. |