Fall Adjective Event

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Take your favorite/worst part of the Fall season and type up a 500-worded (minimum) page about it.

Acceptable Topics:

• October
• Halloween
• November
• Thanksgiving
• Your birthday (if it takes place in the Fall)
• The weather (in the Fall)
• Landscape (in the Fall)
• Clothing (in the Fall)
• ETC.

There will be five winners. Winners will receive 750 EC.
You may submit no more than two entries. Submissions end on December 8.

Any questions you may have, PM me on the forums! Good luck.

[Bre.]

Here we go. Exactly 500 words, I counted all. :s

October. Halloween. November. Thanksgiving. Nice birthday in the Fall. Nice weather in the Fall. Nice landscape in the Fall. Nice clothing in the Fall. ETC. October. Halloween. November. Thanksgiving. Nice birthday in the Fall. Nice weather in the Fall. Nice landscape in the Fall. Nice clothing in the Fall. ETC. October. Halloween. November. Thanksgiving. Nice birthday in the Fall. Nice weather in the Fall. Nice landscape in the Fall. Nice clothing in the Fall. ETC. October. Halloween. November. Thanksgiving. Nice birthday in the Fall. Nice weather in the Fall. Nice landscape in the Fall. Nice clothing in the Fall. ETC. October. Halloween. November. Thanksgiving. Nice birthday in the Fall. Nice weather in the Fall. Nice landscape in the Fall. Nice clothing in the Fall. ETC. October. Halloween. November. Thanksgiving. Nice birthday in the Fall. Nice weather in the Fall. Nice landscape in the Fall. Nice clothing in the Fall. ETC. October. Halloween. November. Thanksgiving. Nice birthday in the Fall. Nice weather in the Fall. Nice landscape in the Fall. Nice clothing in the Fall. ETC. October. Halloween. November. Thanksgiving. Nice birthday in the Fall. Nice weather in the Fall. Nice landscape in the Fall. Nice clothing in the Fall. ETC. October. Halloween. November. Thanksgiving. Nice birthday in the Fall. Nice weather in the Fall. Nice landscape in the Fall. Nice clothing in the Fall. ETC. October. Halloween. November. Thanksgiving. Nice birthday in the Fall. Nice weather in the Fall. Nice landscape in the Fall. Nice clothing in the Fall. ETC. October. Halloween. November. Thanksgiving. Nice birthday in the Fall. Nice weather in the Fall. Nice landscape in the Fall. Nice clothing in the Fall. ETC. October. Halloween. November. Thanksgiving. Nice birthday in the Fall. Nice weather in the Fall. Nice landscape in the Fall. Nice clothing in the Fall. ETC. October. Halloween. November. Thanksgiving. Nice birthday in the Fall. Nice weather in the Fall. Nice landscape in the Fall. Nice clothing in the Fall. ETC. October. Halloween. November. Thanksgiving. Nice birthday in the Fall. Nice weather in the Fall. Nice landscape in the Fall. Nice clothing in the Fall. ETC. October. Halloween. November. Thanksgiving. Nice birthday in the Fall. Nice weather in the Fall. Nice landscape in the Fall. Nice clothing in the Fall. ETC. October. Halloween. November. Thanksgiving. Nice birthday in the Fall. Nice weather in the Fall. Nice landscape in the Fall. Nice clothing in the Fall. ETC. October. Halloween. November. Thanksgiving. Nice birthday in the Fall. Nice weather in the Fall. Nice landscape in the Fall. Nice clothing in the Fall. ETC. October. Halloween. November. Thanksgiving. Nice birthday in the Fall. Nice weather in the Fall. Nice landscape in the Fall. Nice clothing in the Fall. ETC. October. Halloween. November. Thanksgiving. Nice birthday in the Fall. Nice weather in the Fall. Nice landscape in the Fall. Nice clothing in the Fall. ETC. October. Halloween. November. Thanksgiving. Nice birthday in the Fall. Nice weather in the Fall. Nice landscape in the Fall. Nice clothing in the Fall. ETC.

[pikachuchu]

Here we go. Exactly 500 words, I counted all. :s

October. Halloween. November. Thanksgiving. Nice birthday in the Fall. Nice weather in the Fall. Nice landscape in the Fall. Nice clothing in the Fall. ETC. October. Halloween. November. Thanksgiving. Nice birthday in the Fall. Nice weather in the Fall. Nice landscape in the Fall. Nice clothing in the Fall. ETC. October. Halloween. November. Thanksgiving. Nice birthday in the Fall. Nice weather in the Fall. Nice landscape in the Fall. Nice clothing in the Fall. ETC. October. Halloween. November. Thanksgiving. Nice birthday in the Fall. Nice weather in the Fall. Nice landscape in the Fall. Nice clothing in the Fall. ETC. October. Halloween. November. Thanksgiving. Nice birthday in the Fall. Nice weather in the Fall. Nice landscape in the Fall. Nice clothing in the Fall. ETC. October. Halloween. November. Thanksgiving. Nice birthday in the Fall. Nice weather in the Fall. Nice landscape in the Fall. Nice clothing in the Fall. ETC. October. Halloween. November. Thanksgiving. Nice birthday in the Fall. Nice weather in the Fall. Nice landscape in the Fall. Nice clothing in the Fall. ETC. October. Halloween. November. Thanksgiving. Nice birthday in the Fall. Nice weather in the Fall. Nice landscape in the Fall. Nice clothing in the Fall. ETC. October. Halloween. November. Thanksgiving. Nice birthday in the Fall. Nice weather in the Fall. Nice landscape in the Fall. Nice clothing in the Fall. ETC. October. Halloween. November. Thanksgiving. Nice birthday in the Fall. Nice weather in the Fall. Nice landscape in the Fall. Nice clothing in the Fall. ETC. October. Halloween. November. Thanksgiving. Nice birthday in the Fall. Nice weather in the Fall. Nice landscape in the Fall. Nice clothing in the Fall. ETC. October. Halloween. November. Thanksgiving. Nice birthday in the Fall. Nice weather in the Fall. Nice landscape in the Fall. Nice clothing in the Fall. ETC. October. Halloween. November. Thanksgiving. Nice birthday in the Fall. Nice weather in the Fall. Nice landscape in the Fall. Nice clothing in the Fall. ETC. October. Halloween. November. Thanksgiving. Nice birthday in the Fall. Nice weather in the Fall. Nice landscape in the Fall. Nice clothing in the Fall. ETC. October. Halloween. November. Thanksgiving. Nice birthday in the Fall. Nice weather in the Fall. Nice landscape in the Fall. Nice clothing in the Fall. ETC. October. Halloween. November. Thanksgiving. Nice birthday in the Fall. Nice weather in the Fall. Nice landscape in the Fall. Nice clothing in the Fall. ETC. October. Halloween. November. Thanksgiving. Nice birthday in the Fall. Nice weather in the Fall. Nice landscape in the Fall. Nice clothing in the Fall. ETC. October. Halloween. November. Thanksgiving. Nice birthday in the Fall. Nice weather in the Fall. Nice landscape in the Fall. Nice clothing in the Fall. ETC. October. Halloween. November. Thanksgiving. Nice birthday in the Fall. Nice weather in the Fall. Nice landscape in the Fall. Nice clothing in the Fall. ETC. October. Halloween. November. Thanksgiving. Nice birthday in the Fall. Nice weather in the Fall. Nice landscape in the Fall. Nice clothing in the Fall. ETC.

Fantastic. Teach me your ways. <3

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Fantastic. Teach me your ways. <3

Thanks it took time. Come, I teach mysterious ways of life. 

[pikachuchu]

Great. My fall is in March - May. We have no special holidays during those times except my brother's birthday, and nothing special about that. So wdf I talk about? QQ Don't say the weather or fashion. Weather is sunny with a cold breeze and fashion is jeans with t-shirts. [Unless you get a random ... i don't know nice words for attention whores who wants to show every possible body part without getting arrested. :c]

[Sleep]

Updated first post. 500 is minimum.

Uhh, I have a slight dilemma. My birthday is in the spring, but in November. So in other words, your fall is my spring. Do I get to talk about my spring then, or talk about my fall?

Write about the one that looks like this:

[eel stirfry]

Updated first post. 500 is minimum.

Is there a maximum?

[Sleep]

:sad: I posted some questions, and then had to edit, it was removed.. please explain why?

Cleaned because the thread is for the actual stories. If you have questions, please send me a pm. (I'll put that in the first post, too.) Sorry for confusion. :c

Is there a maximum?

Nope. :smiley:

Anymore questions, please PM me on the forums.

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Updated with end date.

[Darunia ஜ]

Wasn't sure if I could post here or not.  I do it anyways.  May write a second one once my brain is working properly again.

There are only four days of the year that I truly enjoy.  There's my birthday in March (actually, after turning 28, I don't enjoy that much at all), my daughter's birthday in July, Thanksgiving, and Christmas Eve.  Since March is in the tail end of winter/spring, July is in the butt of summer, and Christmas Eve is in winter--and since this is a fall writing event,  I thought that I would touch on Thanksgiving. 

For as long as I can remember (which, unfortunately, due to my crappy memory, it only goes back about 20 years), Thanksgiving has been a HUGE holiday for my family.  Mostly because this is the one time (besides Christmas eve) my family, which is HUGE, comes together as one.

So I should explain a few things before I go on.  My family is Jamaican, but they've been in the US long enough to adapt a few dishes that are "Americanized" to add on because some of us (usually me) have never enjoyed Jamaican cuisine.  Those poor goats.

Nostalgia.

The family starts trickling in before the sun comes up.  I have fond memories of my now 24-year-old nephews jumping on my bed while I sleep.  I look on the clock: 7am.  Zombie mode activated.  Now that I'm forced up by all the chatter (and getting jumped out of my bed), I'm graced with the presence of aromas ranging from ham, turkey, baked goods...and all I could have at this time is cereal.  Dammit.

So I'm being teased with now the sights of these foods.  Stuffing, mac n' cheese, ziti, lazagna, cranberry sauce (from the can most the time, because my mom ain't got time for that), the list is endless.  There's also the curried goat and stewed peas.  I don't touch those.  Those poor goats.

Dinner time starts when all the expected guests come.  That's usually after 6pm.  Ever heard of Colored People Time? That term was made for half my family members, I swear.  Then once everyone comes, we bless the food, and...

eat in waves.

You see, my mom's dining room table only seats 6.  We only have room to add 2 extra chairs.  She never believed in a kids' table (thank goodness), so the kids ate first, then the first group of adults ate (which included me, because otherwise I'd flip a shit), then so on and so forth until everyone feels like they're gonna burst.  Then it's clean up time once everyone leaves (because no one ever thinks to help clean up with the host) and bedtime. 

LEFTOVERS FOR DAYS!

The Present

These days, the tradition for me is slightly modified.  Since moving away and getting married, my last few Thanksgivings have been spent with my in-laws.  My husband's family is considerably smaller than mine, so there's less cleanup, less food, and everyone can eat at once.  Their foods are even night and day.  Green bean casserole? Never had that, but it's beans and I hate beans.  Sweet potato casserole? My new favorite thing next to mac n' cheese.  I even offer to make a plate of mac n' cheese to share with them (I don't have an innate affinity of cooking, but I managed to not burn the mac n'cheese, so I guess I'm not THAT bad).

They also eat much earlier, which is fine by me.  By the time 6pm rolls around, it's time for dessert!  Overindulgence is allowed.  It only happens twice a year after all!

So I may or may not have gained 10 pounds in 24 hours, but it's worth it.  Whether I'm with my in-laws or with my own giant-sized family, spending time with them always makes me feel better in this rough time of year for me (eff seasonal depression.  Eff you hard).  I wouldn't have it any other way.

[bubysaur]

GN gib more EC, 750 is farmable in 2h without any use of brain.....

[Dewy]

Fall in France.

Looking out over the hills on what may well be the last sunny, warmish day of the year, I rejoice in the variety of colours. Trees are turning yellow, brown, red. Together, the hills look like a tapestry woven in warm colours. I know that soon, all I will see are the skeletons of those trees during the harsh winter months, their starkness only softened by snow, every now and then.

The ground beneath my lovely linden trees is covered with brown/yellow leaves that provided such welcome shade just a few weeks ago, when they were still green.  I know they have seen many autumns. They have seen generations being born, growing up, leaving or dying in this old house.  I hope they will see many, many more.

The last of the tourists are gone, quiet has settled again over the area. People are starting their winter preparations: getting salt for snow, wood for fires, stock up on food, pick their apples and pears from the trees in their gardens and stock them somewhere dry and cool. I reach for one of the apples from my own, ancient apple tree: admire its red blush against the yellow skin, then bite it in with relish.
Winters here are harsh and long. People stay home when they can. It means living for five months without seeing many people. This time of year, fall or autumn, is a transition period from living the outside life to burrowing in your warm winter home.
This is also the time of year to stock up on wine. The stores have huge wine sales and it is great to browse through all the bottles, crates, boxes and pick out the ones I like best, to enjoy them later with a warm winter stew or simply with a plate of the delicious cheeses the region is famous for.
The supermarkets are changing their goods: from lettuce, green beans, plums, strawberries and peaches to apples, grapes, quinces, turnips, cabbage, pumpkins. Here and there, Christmas decorations are appearing. There will be a lot more soon, as well as Christmas trees and poinsettias.

I call my dog, to go for a walk before the sun is completely gone. During the short drive from the village to the nearest forest, I have a gorgeous view of the mountains, their tops already covered in the first snow.  It’s like a sugar dusting on a cake. I hope there will be more to come, that there will be a good skiing season this year. I wave at the village workers, putting up the rather outdated Christmas decorations on lampposts. I am still, after all these years, puzzled about what a green clog has to do with Christmas. They appear on the lampposts, with angels, snowflakes, and other very Christmassy stuff.

When we arrive at the forest, the dog happily sniffs around for anything. I let her, knowing the smells are more interesting to her than the actual rabbit, sitting only 300 feet away, aware of our presence and ready to run. We mean it no harm, but this season is also the season of the hunt, practised by over a million French. I kick up the leaves, see them scatter, fly up by an unexpected gush of wind. I see the toadstools and mushrooms, I smell the musty but somehow so lovely scent and regret again that I never did do what I intended to do every year now: to learn to distinguish them so I can pick those I can eat.

On my way home, I pass the cemetery. It looks festive, covered in brightly coloured chrysanthemum that are the flowers for the dead here. Toussaint is a holiday here, with entire families visiting their dead loved ones, putting flowers on the graves. The first few years it amazed me, now I am used to it and simply enjoy it.
We go home, the dog and I. She’s wet and muddy but has an utterly content look in her eyes. Once home, she flops down on her bed, eyes me for food but decides to go to sleep when she sees me starting a fire in the wood burner. It has gotten chilly and a fire will be nice. At this time of year, I enjoy the work; in March, I will be fed up with it, but for now, it’s a pleasure.

Fifteen minutes later, the dog is vast asleep and I cast one more look on the hills before closing the shutters against the dark and the cold. After that, I sit in front of the fire, with a glass of wine, some toast and cheese and a book and feel completely happy. I truly love autumn!

[Darunia ஜ]

And here's my other...more ranty entry.

Commence Mikau Rant!

I hate the cold.  I have made it no secret to anyone that winter is my least favorite time of year due to the cold.  This is my first autumn/winter in the Midwest US, and so far Mother Nature has gone full blown cray-cray on us.

People love fall because the weather is "just right"; not too cold, not too hot.  The temperature changes are so out of whack that you can be fine in a t-shirt and shorts one day and then the next day, you're in 5 layers of clothes expecting 20-degree (Fahrenheit, because only the US decided not to go metric) weather.  It...snowed on Thanksgiving this year.  That ain't fall weather--that's Mother Nature taking a white poop on us. 

The odd fluctuations of temperatures (at least in the Midwest and Northeast where it does get cold as hell during the winter) doesn't help with not catching a cold.  I don't get sick often.  But when I do, I'm miserable for 3 weeks, and nothing gets done in those 3 weeks.  Taking a shower is a task.  I love showers.  I'm one of those people who question other people who don't shower more than once a week.  When a cold helped by Mother Nature's fickle behavior interferes with the one time I have away from my 2-year-old, THAT'S AN ISSUE GUYS.

Another thing--it's a sure sign that those shorter days are coming.  For someone who thrives off sunlight, like a flower in spring, this doesn't help my mood much.  When it gets dark at 4pm, and I don't see the sun fully until 8am, I want to hibernate until the sun comes out.  Problem is...I can't!  So much stuff to do, not enough time to do it!  Not enough sunshine in my life!

So excuse me if I'm not jumping up and down when I hear that fall is coming.  It makes me mentally unstable, makes me sniffle a lot more than I care to, and I don't want to wear 64937942649734 layers of clothes when it's not even winter.  My best feature are my legs after all!  At least it makes pretty pictures.

But eff you fall!

[Dewy]

So ehm, this event closed a week ago. As the number of stories is not exactly huge, perhaps some judging could be done?

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Rewards have been mailed (save one of which I need the in game name from). Thank you for participating. :smiley: