Hungry Pumpkin Novels & Stories

"Well, you're in for a treat. We've got twelve acres of apple orchards, and right now the late-season varieties are at peak. Honeycrisp, Fuji, Granny Smith—we've got them all. I'll get you set up with baskets and then you two can explore." She gestured toward the greenhouse. "We've also got a pumpkin patch if you're interested, and the sunflower maze is still open, though it's getting dark so you might want to save that for another visit." Another visit. Who does everyone keep assuming there would be more of this, more of us, and I realized with a strange jolt that I wasn't immediately panicking at the thought.

Thankfully, they weren't that far from the dining table. The two sat down to eat. Taking in the pumpkin soup and bacon pumpkin pesto on the table, Yuna felt like she was having a pumpkin feast. "Do you not like it?"

The horrible men said big scary monsters were in the dark ready to eat little boys like me. I looked toward the kitchen, shaking, my stomach hurting. I wanted to eat something. I was hungry. Mommy didn’t have any food this morning, apart from a biscuit she gave me. Just a plain biscuit. I wanted some gravy. I hugged Bunny even closer and looked around again. Maybe if I looked I could find some food.

“Pumpkin porridge? Do you also know that I like to eat pumpkin porridge with shrimp? 1 She picked up a bowl of pumpkin porridge with shrimp and looked at it. Until now, only her father could remember her hobby. Yet he took the time to find out her interests like that. T he corner of her mouth slightly smiled, in her heart a little happiness and expectation. She didn't know where he was going so late at night, but she was sure it had to be something very important. Going to the side of the kitchen, she put the bowl of porridge down next to her and went to get the pot to prepare to reheat the porridge.

FORBIDDEN CRAVINGS Story 1: His Little Secret (Lila’s POV) I woke up with my body still humming from last night. My pussy felt sore and sticky — Ethan’s cum had dried on my thighs, but I could still feel the ghost of his thick cock stretching me while Alex listened from his room. My cheeks burned as I remembered moaning louder on purpose. I had wanted my brother to hear me. I slipped on a tiny white tank top and pink cotton shorts with nothing underneath. My nipples were already hard against the thin fabric. When I walked into the kitchen, Alex was already there.

There’s no time to worry about males when you need to harvest enough honey to fill the orders for the Pumpkin Festival. That’s not going to be much comfort to Annie. She’s got to find her own farmer’s market, so to speak.

author pov Over the next few weeks, preparations for a human Thanksgiving holiday were away. The kitchen was a non-stop activity of baking and prepping for the big meal. The entire haunted territory had been transformed into a harvest field with haystacks, dried cornstalks, pumpkins, squash, dried corn, and beautiful fall mums of all colors.

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.”

“I’m sorry. I was completely fascinated. There’s so much flesh inside. It seems a shame to waste it.” “This variety is grown for lanterns. Apparently, it doesn’t taste very good.” “I didn’t know there were pumpkins like that.” I took the tool he offered me and began scraping vigorously at the inside of the pumpkin. “That should be enough,” he said after a while. “Would you like to carve the face too?” “What? But it’s going to be displayed along the garden path. I’d feel terrible if mine turned out badly.” It would be unfortunate if one pumpkin among the others ended up looking remarkably ugly.

One of them toppled off of the truck and rolled to where Jake was standing. He took a moment to look at it with its carved out eyes and mouth designed to give a demonic appearance but this looked as if it was grinning at him, mocking him. You fucking idiot! Why do you hate Halloween! Don't worry, the pumpkin didn't speak but it might as well have as Jake looked at it from a different angle and thought it could actually be in a world of pain. One that humans had no idea about. How I miss the days when all you had to worry about was going down some hungry human's throat and now I'm being cut up like a freak!