40th PAWW’s story

I used a plot generator for this one, as I didn’t have any idea what to write about, and the generator gave me a bunch of nonsense, to say the least. 

Fall was Zale’s favorite season. He was a cold-blooded creature, the weather didn’t bother him. He enjoyed the thin white sheet of ice in the morning when he would walk from the beach to the land, the slowly changing colors in the trees, the crispy sound dried leaves made underneath his feet. Nothing would really change in the sea where he lived, but here on the surface, much did. The days were shorter too, the people faster to go home instead of lazying around outside.

Draped in the long coat he kept hidden in a small cabin on the beach, a hat hiding his face, Zale would walk through the park to observe the changes the weather brought on these humans. It never failed to affect them in odd ways.

The shortened days made their mood more morose, some with anxiety almost dripping down their ears now that the summer’s spirit had left them. They dodged the others’ eyes, especially at night, when they crossed paths on the sidewalks, an invisible rule set to keep to themselves.

At the same time, fall brought a new festivity’s spirit, Halloween’s, with its decorations and disguises and horror tales. Mortals loved to scare themselves. That would be the only day he could walk without being scared, as there would be worse looking monsters than him. It was an excuse to become someone else without the fear of being judged, inhibitions out.

November would sober them up, bring them back to the reality of the early nights and the incoming snow, slowly numbing their mind just as much as it did their body.

The PAWW Project