Here I am at my desk on a Friday night still trying to figure out what to write for this English assignment, I’ve probably been staring at the screen for who knows how long, I slouched in my chair and sighed heavily out of frustration....
The dead leaves dancing in the chilly gust of wind. The way the moon watches above all the children running with buckets full to the brim of candies. The air’s sweet aroma of pumpkin spice and fright. The decorations of spiders...
