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The Children of October

November 4, 2009
By mcgreevy BRONZE, Moscow, Idaho
mcgreevy BRONZE, Moscow, Idaho
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As the leaves turn and the days grow darker and deeper with each wind’s breath, a boy becomes, as many like him have every year since roots took up soil and sprang trees high into the sky their branches dropping leaves of golden orange. As he sleeps, he sways and waits for the first leaf to drop.
The beginning of the end came into focus through the auburn eyes of Autumn. The first leaf falls, swaying gently as if weaving through a maze suspended in air. The boy sits up from his bed of decaying compost and feels the wind whisper as he yawns, sending leaves twirling to the ground. He stands, and staggers to the nearest tree. As he approaches, his feet rustle against the soon-to-be leaf-stained sidewalks. The tree wobbles wildly in greeting, sending more leaves to their fading green graves.

Restlessly, Autumn continues stepping through days as each leaf drops. He ambles around the warmly lit houses of the town. Gradually, cobwebs and pumpkins begin to appear on the house porches. As Halloween draws nearer, Autumn becomes colder, and darker, hinting at the ever lurking threat of bitter winter. Leaves surround Autumn forming a shield. His hair shifts, falling into an even deeper shade of black. His eyes become deeper. Simultaneously, wisps of black mist surround the now towering man’s figure, forming a black cloak that could extinguish candles if they so chose to place their fiery eyes upon its eclipse-like gloom.

Halloween arrives as the man’s last warmth dwindles from his fingertips, the wind now a constant whir upon the houses. A deep fog seeps out of the forest and envelops the already stormy streets. Purple and orange lights line railings. Carved faces emerge from recessed porches and shine brightly through dense fog patches, a last effort to resist the passing of Autumn.

Bitter winter approaches. And as a bone-chilling breeze fills the leafy lawns, the man begins to change again, his former jet-black hair appears almost gray now. Time is working against the man, it won’t be long before his hair is bombarded by a blizzard of white. Suddenly, a quickly moving white sheet with holes for eyes bumps the boy.

“Ooooooo!” the sheet screams with glee as it rounds the corner hastily to its first house of the night. A witch cackles by soon after. The man’s eyes fall upon Count Dracula across the street. The man flattens his cloak and does a quick check of his hair for spiders, then follows the next group of monsters to the house.

“Trick or treat!” the group yells, but Autumn remains silent. Standing awkwardly, he attempts his best smile and holds out his hands, not in asking, but in giving. The others drop the candy in their buckets and rush by without even a glance at the man, who seems very out of place considering his age. A woman, in her thirties, gazes into Autumn’s auburn eyes. What she sees is more peculiar than the man’s elderly presence on this celebration designed for youth. The fog seeps closer as she sees her first Halloween, her little pink princess costume, her candy, and the month-long stomachache that she unwillingly received after her bucket was empty. A wistful smile falls upon the woman’s face as she closes the door on fading Autumn.

The trees sway in greeting as Autumn approaches the next house. The man stops in shock, afraid to be caught on what he assumes is the property of an alarmingly large spider; nonetheless, he steps forward. Upon the porch, the boy encounters a makeshift Grim Reaper and an Angel. The strange pair is unhappily accepting candy instead of treats over their usual harvest of souls from the father at the door. This leaves Autumn standing there, hands open. With the light glowing behind him, the father in the door feels cold, the fire goes out, and the house grows dark. He sees his breath in puffs, coming out as though his spirit is escaping him. He feels frozen, the cold of winter washes over him as he gazes at Autumn. The father shuts and locks the door. Autumn walks on. His hair now lightly salted with white.

The next few houses are similar. As the trick-or-treaters walk away, the elderly man is alone on the porch. He offers his hands and then the door shuts. Autumn is losing hope. The night grows colder and darker. The moon offers no rescue as it hides behind the clouds.

White crushes the defenses of Autumn’s former hair color, his head now a shroud of white as he approaches the last house. A path of maple trees leads up to the porch where he can feel the warmth emanating through the thick brick walls. The porch is empty, the sidewalks bare. Lights are beginning to flicker off within. The Jack O’ Lanterns offer their last glows, their smiling faces now drooping in deep sadness. The ancient man hobbles to the door, and with his remaining strength, he knocks feebly against the smooth wood, twice. At first, no one answers. Autumn begins to turn, his knees failing him. The door creaks open. A little girl still half-dressed in her spotted cow costume peeps into the gloom. The man reaches out his gnarled hands and looks up from his humbled position into the auburn eyes of the girl. The girl sees a single leaf, more golden and orange than any she has ever gazed upon. She reaches out and accepts the leaf, grasping it near to her heart. She carefully shuts the door and brings the leaf inside. She crawls into her bed, the leaf still clutched in her tiny hands. Soon after, the new autumn fades out and falls fast asleep. Her eyes only to lift when the first leaf falls upon the auburn eyes of Autumn. Cozy in her blanket the girl sleeps, while at her window ice creeps, as frost becomes.



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mitch said...
on Dec. 8 2009 at 10:02 pm
Fantastic, well written, loved it.

on Dec. 8 2009 at 8:25 pm
Abby Overfelt, Moscow, Idaho
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Hey brother! This is great! It has great imagery as well as your metaphors and I believe I saw some similes as well. Very well done! :)

I wish I had the talent to write as well as you.

Kerry said...
on Dec. 8 2009 at 8:06 pm
SO good. Very well written pal. And like Beau said - I wish I was just like you.

#1KADINFAN! said...
on Dec. 8 2009 at 7:58 pm
OMG IM A TOTAL FAN! I've read some of your other works, but still you always end up surprising me with your glorious words.

Keep It Up

ill buy your book someday!

BrianaH said...
on Dec. 8 2009 at 7:36 pm
Ah-mazing. You have an incredible way with words, and the imagery flowing is superb. It's very clear as I read the entire thing... I'm jealous.

Claire-Bear said...
on Dec. 8 2009 at 7:33 pm
Beautiful imagery Kadin, I can really tell that you put a lot of work and care into your story, and your voice rings like a bell.

Amazing job,

love,

C

Sarah said...
on Dec. 8 2009 at 7:31 pm
This was so good. I loved the description and the personification and everything in it! Really Really super duper good!

Jordan said...
on Dec. 8 2009 at 7:19 pm
This is very well written. I like the description and the personification is very clever. Nice work!

on Dec. 8 2009 at 7:10 pm
fantastically written, good job

GeorgeForman said...
on Dec. 8 2009 at 7:10 pm
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emilyh said...
on Dec. 8 2009 at 6:59 pm
theres not really anything else to say except that it makes me feel supercalifrajalisticexpialidocious inside

Caitlyn00 said...
on Dec. 8 2009 at 6:02 pm
every time i read this i smile. you worked very hard on this, congratulations on a job well done. this is a great piece of work. keep it up.

Brook 13 said...
on Dec. 8 2009 at 5:59 pm
This is sooo incredibly good! It's very detailed and keeps making you want more

Sam[E] said...
on Dec. 8 2009 at 5:56 pm
AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH KADIN!!!!!<br />
u r like the best dang writer i ever did meet!!<br />
wow im like so proud of u!!

Caitlyn!! said...
on Dec. 8 2009 at 5:49 pm
every time i read this i smile. you worked hard on this, congratulations for a job well done. this is a great piece of work. :)

on Dec. 8 2009 at 5:40 pm
mcgreevy BRONZE, Moscow, Idaho
3 articles 0 photos 6 comments
Thank you all for your helpful insight and feedback during the process of making this story that needed to be told.

Crag said...
on Dec. 8 2009 at 1:28 pm
Kadan, the imagery is magical. This is a world I'm intrigued by, a new world, a scary world--it's like a fire that you know you shouldn't touch but you can't help yourself.

Jen!10 said...
on Dec. 7 2009 at 9:54 pm
Kadin, once again this is an amazing story. Every time I read it something different pops out at me. It is beautifully written. I congratulate you on a detailed story, that will make anyone who will read it think of fall in a different way. Keep writing and I look forward to your stories in the future! :)

Casey said...
on Dec. 7 2009 at 9:36 pm
Wow Kadin, this is phenomenal. I wish I could write like that; seriously though, really well written.

TaylorJ said...
on Dec. 7 2009 at 9:28 pm
KADINN! This is sooo good. You really do know how to write! I feel special just knowing you ;)