1. Labour Upon The End Of Summer Days
... absolute favourite season. The cool breeze blowing in my hair just haunts my summer nights. The crunching and rattling of those dry leaves beneath my shoes in a calm park on an autumn day. The day that my writing becomes a reality is the day that summer will truly end for me. However, until ... that day arrives, I"m stuck with constant scorching heat waves and rains that fall, not to bring relief, but to ravage all hopes of a good night sleep. Physically, fall is my end of summer ... to exist, would school never start??? HA! I wish. Most students including myself dread this day. My pare...
- Word Count: 386
- Approx Pages: 2
- Grade Level: High School