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Whispers of the Autumn Lake

  • Writer: Wenjin Lu (Helen)
    Wenjin Lu (Helen)
  • Jul 22, 2021
  • 2 min read

Updated: Oct 24, 2024

A creative story based on given words

Words:

* wind [windy]

* lace

* lavender

* top hat

* dolphin

* panting [pant, panted]

* shadow [shadowy, shadows, shadowing]

* crunchy [crunch]


It was a windy autumn afternoon. Amber sat in her cushion, obviously bored because of the never changing view from her bedroom window. The dark shadows of the huge firs casted a black patch of ground among the brightly colored lavender fields. The whole place was just like a serene painting, with golden rays of light escaping from the slits of leaves, and a pure sky above.


Amber rose up from her cushion, nearly falling back because of the folds of lace near her feet. She decided to go out and have a walk around the lake just a little bit away from her house.


It was an old house, a house older than Amber. Since she remembered things, she was in this house, and now it was her fourteenth year in it. Before she went through the door, she caught sight of the black top hat of her father, and she chuckled. Her father had always worn this hat; it’s almost like a part of him.


Once she went out, she tied up her clumsy dress and started to run. Trees flew past her and winds brought the leaves swirling down around her, almost embracing her with all those golden-brown leaves. They made crunchy noises beneath her feet and she felt that all the gloomy parts in her faded away in the wind.


After a while, she stopped by the lake, panting because of the rapid movement she had just made. When she recovered, she sat down on the grass and stared for a while.


She remembered that when she was young, she had asked her mother why aren’t there any sea animals like dolphins in the lake. Her mother laughed and told her that since it’s a lake, there can only be carps and other fishes in it.


Amber didn’t do anything. She just sat until the sun totally went down and the trees started swishing because of the night breeze.

It’s time for her to go home.


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