Hungry Pumpkin Novels & Stories

“Fine. I won’t join you. I will be here waiting for you at the table. Hust bring us pumpkins, okay? Have fun.” I nod, then the lights turn off, and now it's pitch black. Bash kisses my lips before he lets me go. My eyes finally adjust in the dark. The trees are painted with glow in the dark. This looks cool just like in the movie Avatar, only a little bit darker. I walk towards the nearest big pumpkin with artificial vines surrounding it. I pick up the first pumpkin, but it’s empty. A few minutes later, I notice everyone is having pumpkins in their hands. I walk far to where they hadn’t search yet.

I finish chopping the melon as Anthony walks in taking a piece shoving it into his mouth, I shake my head picking the remaining slices up placing them in a lunchbox for the fridge. "Thank you again for doing all this doll, I just hope she appreciates it" he sighs leaning against the counter still chewing his melon, while I put the rest of the fresh fruit in the fridge "I'm probably just overreacting it's gonna go fine, now I have you and Amelia, there is nothing she can say which will bring me down" he smiles, pulling me closer to him with his hands on my waist, I try to pull away which doesn't work I was trapped in his arms.

Like the thought of university, the idea of making fruit punch or carving pumpkins had felt hollow without my friends and family surrounding me. I felt my expression drop, and then Skye was beside me. He gave my hand one last squeeze before letting go, and then, in its place, he was hoisting a gigantic pumpkin into his arms. “Well,” Skye grinned, hefting the pumpkin in his hands, “we’d better rectify that, right now.”

Pumpkin and cinnamon. "Is that any good?" Is he talking to me? I point at myself. "Are you asking me?" He blinks multiple times. "Who else would I be talking to? Do you see anyone else standing in line?" "Oh," I smile at him, embarrassed. "True..." Jason shakes his head at me, but there is a ghost of a smile glittering over his full lips. "You're seriously such a dummy..." "Sorry... But um... Yes, the pumpkin and cinnamon-flavored frappe is actually super popular. I like it."

"Anyway... do you want to help me make some pie today? I have a perfectly ripe pumpkin in the kitchen that needs using." Lira blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift from ancient blood-rituals to baking. "Pie? Angie, there’s a battalion of marked hunters three miles away and you want to bake a pumpkin pie?" "Especially because there's a battalion of hunters three miles away," I countered, wiping my damp hands on my apron. "If tonight is going to be as intense as Kendrick says, I’d rather face it on a full stomach. Besides, the smell of cinnamon always calms Malcolm down."

yells a middle aged wife, instructing some other new girls --me and many others. We collect everything we can; carrots, potatoes, tomatoes, peas, onions, apples, grains, sweet potatoes, squash, cabbage, grapes, and of course, lots and lots of pumpkins. "I hope there will be enough for all of us this year," Says Sophia, half praying. "Me, too," I reply. "Last year was a disaster," she murmurs

Stacy wiped the porridge on the corner of his mouth with a piece of paper. Harry looked at him and thought that this little guy had a good appetite. "Why don't you eat?" Stacy saw Harry didn't pick up his chopsticks. Harry picked up the spoon and took a sip of pumpkin porridge. The rice in the porridge was cooked very well, and the pumpkin was also very sweet, with the unique sweetness of the pumpkin, and it tasted very good. Stacy looked at his expression and asked, "Is it tasty?" "Yes." Harry didn't raise his head, but took another spoon and put it in his mouth.

The jerk was kind of growing on me. The gardens outside were starting to take shape. We even had a head groundskeeper whose name was Spencer. They planted the fall and winter blooms but they haven’t come in yet. I was also very impressed that Spencer and his family kept the pack farm running all this time. He took me on a tour and we were going to have a great harvest this year. There were even pumpkins so we could plan a Halloween party for the pups.

When Felix pulled up to the Peters’ home, he saw that it had been decorated for Halloween. A trio of small hollowed out pumpkins, each with a unique design, sat on the steps leading to the door. The door itself was adorned with a wreath made of autumn leaves, pinecones and faux spiders. A life-sized skeleton beside the door appeared to be waving to passersby.

he asked while his gaze fixed on his plate which was now heaped with vegetables. Kannah looked at her mother in disbelief before returning her gaze to him. “Seriously, Randall?” “Why? “The only vegetables I’m familiar with are tomatoes and pumpkins.” Meredith is amused by what he said. Randall frowned. “Why are you laughing? Did I say something funny?” “Nothing! I was simply astounded by the word you used.” “Which word?” he asked. “The word Pumpkin.” “What about the pumpkin?” Meredith forked a slice of pumpkin to show the vegetable to him. “Rich people like you called this pumpkin, but ordinary people like us, we called this squash.”