- The word “pumpkin” originates from the Greek word “pepon,” which translates to “large melon.”
- Fall used to be known as harvest, but as people began to move into cities, the change of season was acknowledged as “fall of the leaf;” the name was later shortened to Fall.
- Babies born between September and November are more likely to live to 100 than babies born at other times during the year.
- According to superstition, every leaf you catch in the fall will bring a lucky month the following year. (Maybe it’s not true, but I’ll take my chances.)
- Washington produces the most apples in the country; this year, it is projected that it will harvest 133 million boxes of the fruit. Who wants cider?
- Fall is great for procrastination – there are over 300 TV shows premiering new episodes this autumn.
- Election day is November 8th. Who are you voting for?
- The first known occurrence of trick-or-treating was in Blackie, Alberta in 1927.
- Over 45 million turkeys are eaten on Thanksgiving every year. Sorry, vegetarians.
- Joel Jarvis set the record for largest squash; his prized gourd was a whopping 1,486.6 pounds.
- Jack-o-lanterns originate from Ireland, where people used to put candles in hollowed-out turnips in order to keep away spirits and ghosts. Who knew turnips had a purpose?
- Mark your calendars! The autumn equinox usually falls on September 22nd or 23rd, but in 2303, it’ll be on September 24th instead.
- According to heavy.com, at least 28 states (so far) have reported creepy clown sightings, including Pennsylvania. Spooky.
Thea Bennett sat within the comfort of her parked car, mentally preparing herself for the visit. The weather was dismal, matching her heartbroken feelings. Mere days had passed since the tragic events of her eighteenth birthday, so the grief was still fresh in her mind. Rain pattered against the windows and wind-shield, causing them to fog up, but Thea didn’t mind; the windows were like curtains that hid her sorrow.
She squeezed her eyes shut and breathed in deeply to hold back the tears. It seemed to work; she felt herself relax just a tiny bit as she pulled down the vanity mirror. When she regarded her reflection, she was a little shocked as to how much she had changed in the last few days. The straight brown hair that many considered her prettiest asset was now a frizzy mess, while her striking eyes were red and puffy from crying. She could see her chapped lips tremble as she struggled to maintain a brave face. Taking one last deep breath, Thea grabbed the carnations that were resting on the passenger seat and left the car. Clutching the flowers close to her chest, she walked into the cemetery.
What clot? This clot. This traffic-stopping clot.
Need naught be fought, to filter out this block,
We wait till time serves right to look and gawk
Into the empty white caused by this knot
No words to mind come though they ought
Synapse collapse, no ebb and flow, gridlock.
Dear god, this clot, I’ll be a laughingstock,
Do I own it, or can I be forgot?
To die and be forgot, if only… if…
If I were to write at all anything,
To let angst take me, “I… a cliff!”
Could wit be best, a bit of class it’d bring?
Something that leads to bitter tonal whiffs,
“To me, you look, ironic, humble king!”
An arduous trial of will,
common foe and familiar friends
doesn’t it all seem a little fantastical?
Either singularly insane or among us both
fire-breathing beasts of envy and hate:
gallant heroes who hold no flame; the
honor of my heart is yours.
In lieu of a great declaration
just my words will speak my truth
keep me in mind when you stray from home:
let my affection keep your head from the clouds.
May I ask but one favor?
Never tell another the same words that were mine
offer her your heart as you have me,
present her with your adoration.
Quell in your own heart that doubt you feel
relinquish your stubborn inhibitions;
sever with kindness the hurt of your past
tell now: can you do that for me?
Under extreme duress I dare do say
violence of my conscience is
where I release you; the rot of our love is but a note on a
yet I cannot ask continuation of you; I will not give
zirconia in the place of love’s diamonds.