Booktok Pumpkin Carving Novels & Stories

I nodded, trying to steady my voice. “Last night was Halloween. Our boss, William Zoo, booked out a rural horror-themed escape room. He said anyone who made it through without screaming would get ten thousand. “There were nine of us. After we went in…” I went through everything—the layout, mechanisms, and performance of the scarecrow character with the oversized pumpkin head. He didn’t move, just listened in silence. “You said the pumpkin-headed character chased you with a chainsaw?” “Yes. It was incredibly loud, just this constant buzzing.”

"It's got a face already. See, right here, this bump looks exactly like a nose." "That's definitely the one," Jake said, crouching down carefully, mindful of Hope still perched on his shoulders, to examine the pumpkin's supposed nose with theatrical seriousness. "I don't think you're going to find a better nose anywhere in this entire field." "Told you," Eli said, satisfied, cradling his selection against his chest as they continued down the row.

What’s that? Oh, Betty. Well, let’s come to the far end of the garden, Doc. Here we go, follow this path along the side. Look at them pumpkins, now. That one there has to be near forty feet round, all shiny orange and near perfect. Definitely take first place in the Halloween Festival in a few weeks. I reckon I can charge a pretty penny selling the rest for jack’o lanterns, too. I don’t know for sure, but I wager making jack’o lanterns out of pumpkins grown with the essence of Ah-Tzenul might make for a special Halloween indeed.

Matt yelled. Being crafty wasn’t a planned move, but thoughts of trampling the pumpkin and robbing it of strength while manipulating the situation, roasted a variety of murderous thoughts in him, he then fished out a razor from his pants pocket. Matt didn’t give any warning and attacked the middle of the pumpkin. He started cutting it into two halves, each half collapsing into two different pieces as it blared. Matt made another strike, making it four sections. It didn’t die. It borne more pieces, scattering themselves over the Lake, encircling Matt in a penitentiary. They guffawed, having no trace of mercy in them. “You called for your own destruction, Matty.” A white spirit arose, having n

Then, with a deliberate effort, she tucked it away in a mental corner or she'd never be able to get anything done. Jamie couldn't believe how quickly the day went by. They worked side by side in her kitchen, with a rhythm they soon established. Mike would slice the tops off with an even swipe of the knife, Jamie would scoop the seeds out while Mike drew the cutouts. Unlike her face carving, his results were nice and even, almost symmetrical. "Did you take pumpkin carving in school, by any chance?" He grinned. "I think it's a natural skill." "Let's put them on the table over there until its time to set the candles inside and put then in place."

The message he received back invited him and the girls over after trick and treating. With bags full of candy and treats, they parked in the driveway to their house and walked across the street. Pumpkins and decorations lined the street. Even their own house had seven jack-o-lanterns on the porch. Cookie had brought them home with Gertie and told Pagan that he needed to call Shiloh. When Karan got home with the girls, they had a pumpkin carving party. After dinner and smores, Shiloh walked across the street, but Pagan never saw Cookie take Gertie back to the hotel.

Thankfully, it was not completely burned, only the shredded cheese on top. “Nothing fancy. Got a few Basses, but my treasure doesn’t eat fish.” “It’s gross.” Clary crunched her nose. “Just like pumpkin. Should it be just for a lantern? Who would eat that vegetable when it looks creepy during Halloween that used to ward off evil spirits?” “It’s a fruit, Clary. Jack used turnips, gourds, beets, and rutabagas before he carved a pumpkin,” he explained to his daughter. “I still don’t like it, Daddy.”

"Grandma, I'm the head chef today." "You?" Rosemary looked at her granddaughter with pure suspicion. "Since when do you know how to work a grill?" "I'll figure it out," Chloe said, not offering an explanation. "If I mess it up, you can be the technical consultant." Rosemary chuckled, leaning back and swinging her legs. "Fine. Let's see what kind of magic my granddaughter can pull off." Chloe pulled on some black, industrial-style heat-resistant gloves. She sliced a plump pumpkin into thick wedges, tossed them in forest honey and wild rosemary, and lined them up on the edge of the grill to slow-roast in the residual heat.

"I really doubt you can. This sort of thing isn't for the likes of you" "Try me" The only thing I disliked by far was making pies or anything remotely related to pies and pumpkins. Christ if I saw another pumpkin head on the road I would stop to dismantle it and crush it at once. "Okay, Mrs Simone holds book clubs every Saturday for wo--everyone. I'm still behind on reading the book and obviously behind on making notes about it so unless you've read the book, I don't think you will be of any help" True. I hated books too.

He knows I’m into him, and he is basking in it, reveling in that knowledge. “Can’t say that I have, but those pictures look amazing,” Edison replies, chuckling lightly as he looks down at Alex’s phone. “Might give it a try this Halloween.” “Trust me, it’s a game changer. You will never go back to using those dinky little pumpkin carving knives again,” Alex boasts, and my stomach fills with butterflies when his eyes meet mine. Beautiful bastard...