Hungry Pumpkin Novels & Stories

“Sure thing, but if you don’t hurry, I will eat everything, okay dad.” Orion groaned, “Please, you need to find a different name for me,” he said and walked away. Cael watched Orion walk away, keeping his eyes on his butt and smirked, “Nice ass.” Orion slapped his left butt cheek and turned to look at Cael and said, “Oh baby, it’s the nicest you’ll ever see.” Cael burst out laughing and turned to the cutting board. Looking down at the vegetable he was cutting, he smiled and said, >How about pumpkin?<

She felt extremely curious. Grumble, grumble, grumble… Little Cupcake’s stomach grumbled. She clasped her tummy awkwardly and said, “Oh, my stomach is aching. It’s protesting against me.” She felt even more hungry in front of a table full of dishes. The corner of Quincy’s eye twitched. It seemed that Dayton had not poisoned the dishes. Therefore, they could just eat the food here. “Since you’re hungry, you should eat.” Quincy placed some of the dishes into her bowl and took some for herself as well.

I look at him "Yeah, sure thing Pumpkin" He nods and turns away, walking to an empty bench while I follow him "Are you okay?" He nods again, sitting this time as he lets out a small yawn"Y-Yeah" I purse my lips "You must be hungry" Cream is behind us again "He's not you" "It's not about him being me!" I say to Cream "He's definitely hungry. I can just tell" "You can just tell or you want to go get more snacks for yourself cause you're hungry now?" Cream asks

“Please put down your phone, pumpkin, don’t make the food wait.” Ram Jordan said to his teenage daughter, who sweetly smiled at him before answering. “Ugh, again, mom, please tell dad to stop calling me pumpkin. Dad, can I please just eat dinner later? I’m not really hungry.” Macy said, wrinkling her nose at her father, which made Lexie laugh. “I don’t think your dad will ever listen, and I can’t blame him, you will always be our pumpkin.”

"That's true. Pumpkin pies these days come in all sorts of fancy flavors, but nothing beats the simple ones of the past." "Totally! I love old-fashioned pumpkin pies." "Hey, Vance!" Someone spotted him. "Come on in! You are late, buddy." The person beside Rebecca quickly vacated the seat. She was already tipsy, Vance's figure doubling in her hazy sight. As he approached, she instinctively tugged at her classmate's sleeve, but her grip missed. Vance settled firmly beside her. Right then, a guy named Obadiah Mendez lined up three glasses in front of him. "You are late, Vance. The penalty is three shots to start!"

Clar was practicing yoga late at night when she suddenly felt an overwhelming hunger. The emptiness in her stomach was impossible to ignore, and she couldn't help but imagine various delicious dishes: "I really crave sweet and sour potatoes, braised pork, mapo tofu, and snail noodles..." This intense longing was clearly driven by her extended period without food.

Summer placed the thermal case containing pumpkin soup on the table and said, “Mom, here’s the pumpkin soup you wanted.” Yvette looked at it without a sense of interest. “Just leave it there, I don’t feel like having it anymore.” Madam Hamilton, who was beside, smiled. “She had waited for you for an hour, so she had some orange juice. Maybe she isn’t hungry anymore.” Summer didn’t know what else to say but replied, “A long queue caused the delay. I had to wait in the line for an hour.” Nodding, Yvette said, “Please get me some hot milk then.”

“I know the way your mind works.” “Look at this one! It’s all bumpy!” Edward laughs, looking at the pumpkin with a look of disgust on his face. “You don’t like it?” I ask. “It has warts!” “It does?” I make a move to touch it and Edward grabs my hand, laughing. “You’ll get warts too!” I take Edward’s hand and lead him to another row of pumpkins. He goes to a large, oval-shaped one that has to be heavy. “I like this one!”

“Darn it. I knew I had forgotten something. Look in the cabinet to see if we have some already ground.” “Got it.”, Celine said and started opening a can of pumpkin puree. “Wait, you're putting pumpkin in it? Like real pumpkin?”, Kim asked frowning with distaste. “You have been drinking this for ten years and you are only now just figuring that out?”, Collette asked. “That’s what I get for looking behind the curtain.”, Kim said. “Oh, shush.”, Celine said. “Just drink it and enjoy the pumpkin pie yumminess.”

he hands me the plate of lettuce I just asked for. "I'll do my best," and that's all I can promise because I haven't had them for so long. "I'll keep giving them to you, until you're used to it." Somehow I don't think I'll ever be used to it. ****** We're camped out in the living room watching the Charlie Brown Halloween movie, all full, and worn out from dinner and carving pumpkins. Those pumpkins now sit proudly on Trick's stairs, and I've had to promise Riley we'll come back and look at them every couple of days until Halloween. We didn't make it outside to do S'mores, we're all wiped.