First of all, it was October, a rare month for boys.
Ray BradburyTag: boys halloween magical october
October proved a riot a riot to the senses and climaxed those giddy last weeks before Halloween.
Keith DonohueTag: fall halloween october autumn
He had never liked October. Ever since he had first lay in the autumn leaves before his grandmother's house many years ago and heard the wind and saw the empty trees. It had made him cry, without a reason. And a little of that sadness returned each year to him. It always went away with spring.
But, it was a little different tonight. There was a feeling of autumn coming to last a million years.
There would be no spring. ("The October Game")
Nobody moved.
Everybody sat in the dark cellar, suspended in the suddenly frozen task of this October game; the wind blew outside, banging the house, the smell of pumpkins and apples filled the room with smell of the objects in their fingers while one boy cried, “I'll go upstairs and look!” and he ran upstairs hopefully and out around the house, four times around the house, calling, “Marion, Marion, Marion!” over and over and at last coming slowly down the stairs into the waiting breathing cellar and saying to the darkness, “I can't find her.”
Then... some idiot turned on the lights.
("The October Game")
There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir: We must rise and follow her, When from every hill of flame She calls, and calls each vagabond by name.
William Root BlissTag: october gypsy carman william-bills
I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.
L.M. MontgomeryTag: october autumn thankfulness
I remember it as October days are always remembered, cloudless, maple-flavored, the air gold and so clean it quivers.
Leif EngerTag: october
Chicago is an October sort of city even in spring.
Nelson AlgrenTag: spring october chicago city
The wind outside nested in each tree, prowled the sidewalks in invisible treads like unseen cats.
Tom Skelton shivered. Anyone could see that the wind was a special wind this night, and the darkness took on a special feel because it was All Hallows' Eve. Everything seemed cut from soft black velvet or gold or orange velvet. Smoke panted up out of a thousand chimneys like the plumes of funeral parades. From kitchen windows drifted two pumpkin smells: gourds being cut, pies being baked.
She raised a sharp eyebrow at him. "Vlad, no offense, but look at you. If you're not a vampire, you're clearly the most anemic goth I've ever seen."... "We believed you. Because that's what friends do."
pg267 October to Vlad
Tag: humor friends october vampire vlad anemic goth
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