Descriptive Essay Autumn And Disanje - 1244 Words

Autumn and Disanje Once upon a time, there was a beautiful â€Å"princess† by the name of Autumn. She gained this name thanks to her pale auburn hair, her smattering of freckles, and her birth season, fall. As a child, Autumn grew a fine woven crown intricately designed of thin vines, delicate flowers, and dainty leaves. As the seasons changed, her crown did too. In the summer her head was topped with an abundance of color from the vibrantly hued hibiscus, azaleas, and roses that bloomed there. As summer succumbed to fall, the flowers wilted and died, but the leaves, that intertwined with the flowers in the earlier season, grew larger and gave way to vivid reds, yellows, oranges, and purples. This was always Autumn’s favorite season, the colors†¦show more content†¦One day, Autumn was walking through the forest, singing to the birds, while she collected apples for her mother’s pies. Suddenly, a shuffle of the browning leaves resounded in her ears. Believing it was simply s ome mischievous squirrels, bounding through the bushes, heedless of the impending winter, she continued on her way, using her god-given knowledge of the fruits around her to choose the sweetest and ripest apples. Again, the rustling came, this time accompanied by the sharp crack of a twig breaking under the large foot of a heavy animal. Autumn, quite frightened now, turned on her heel and swiftly made her way towards the edge of the forest. The rustling followed close behind her. Too terrified to turn and face her stalker, she sped up her pace, a bead of nervous sweat trickling down her face. As she began to see the first glimpses of her cottage through the trees, a large, leather gloved, hand wrapped itself around her wrist, causing her to drop her woven basket. Before she could cry for help, another hand, just like the first, set itself over her mouth, reducing her screams to muffled whimpers. She felt a cold metal necklace through her Hesitantly her attackers hands unwove themsel ves from their tight grasp on her and she whipped around to face him. Her hand, following closely on the path her body took, lashed out with surprising force, leaving a quivering red mark on his face; a perfect imprint