Jack Skellington Pumpkin King Novels & Stories

He pulled out an apple and carved few little bunny out of it, like some Pinterest mom. I held the rusty-edged apple bunny like it was treasure, babbling thanks. Last stop: Carnival of Screams. Harlequin Rex, the Joker Monarch, always had the dumbest cravings. Today? Deep-fried Oreos. His laugh hit before I saw him. I handed over the snack, still hot. He whined about missing a carousel explosion because I was "late," then shoved a rainbow gift box into my arms. "For you! Surprise inside!" Yeah, hard pass. His "surprises" are either punching springs or exploding ink flowers.

The clown we hired gave up at the last minute, and James got one of his acquaintances to act as the clown, and the guy failed woefully. He couldn’t even make his balloons look beautiful. I had suggested we do a royalty-themed party since Nicholas always called himself King and Hope believed she was Cinderelli. I had gotten tired of correcting her that the Disney princess’s name was Cinderella, not what she called it, but she refused to listen. She is a stubborn five-year-old, just like her father.

She winked and started riding ahead of them. "Come on, let us go. Bitch is crazy!" Piper sat properly in the car as Billy ignited the engine. When they got to the mall, they saw Willow's bicycle parked right outside. Then they alighted from the car and started walking toward the mall. At the outside of the mall was a huge scarecrow that had the head of a pumpkin. Billy hit the head of the pumpkin and it made Piper and Hazel laugh. "Come on, let us get the damn costume!" They entered the mall.

That seemingly set him off as he burst into laughter, making Keisha wish she could pull off the earpiece and only put it back when she was sure that he was done laughing. "Cackle like that into my ear one more time and I swear I'm walking out of here." She eyed her destination which was just a short distance away and brought their conversation to a stop. “Gotta go," she spoke abruptly and pulled the earpiece off and hid it inside her bra. Better safe than sorry. One might say that she may have spoken too soon. Here she was approaching the King residence under the guise of Moesha Smith, a new maid for the King family.

I called to the figure standing beyond the parked car. Mr. Sasagawa looked up. He was wearing his glasses and a lightweight cardigan. “Oh, good evening. I’m sorry. I must not have heard the intercom.” “That’s all right. Thank you for today. Everyone loved the pumpkins.” “Really? I’m glad to hear that.” “The children kept looking up at the letters spelling ‘HALLOWEEN.’ One of the parents even asked whether we were going to hold a pumpkin-carving workshop for adults.” A large pumpkin sat on the workbench behind him.

Luckily, her face was on me so she didn't get to see someone's head get blown off and be traumatized. The gunshot seemed to have scared her as she sobbed gently and all I could do was console her by massaging her scalp. It's shocking to know that Mr. Pompous was from an orphanage and became the King of New York. I had put Elijah's words together even after he received the kicking of his life. They only made sense when he said Mr. Pompous could barely hold a gun about a decade earlier and also talked about being the rightful King of New York.

I forgot the empty crib. Jace leaned against Juliet’s arm, his energy slowly fading. His spoon dropped into his cup with a soft clink. Juliet nudged him. “What happened to the big king who said he won’t turn into a snowman?” He smiled sleepily. “I’m not a snowman, mommy.” “You look like one,” I said, pointing at the vanilla smeared near his mouth. “White everywhere.” He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, making it worse.

Jack sat back on the bar stool. His eyes were big. He ran his hands through his brown hair. Did he hear Mr. Gibson correctly? He was Henry Kingsley? No! He was Jack. He's always been Jack. This was impossible! Mr. Gibson must be wrong. He must have him confused with someone else. "Mr. Gibson, I'm sorry, but you must be mistaken. My name is Jack. I grew up at Old George Orphanage. I'm no Kingsley descendant, I'm sure of it."

They danced slowly to the background music, utterly absorbed in each other. And of course, no Escobar event was complete without the clown twins, Ethan and Enoch. In matching mustard suits and suspenders, they pranced around cracking jokes, pulling harmless pranks on guests, and bringing fits of laughter wherever they went. “Oh my God! Not again!” Orlanda laughed as Enoch pretended to trip and spill imaginary wine on Oswald, who simply shook his head and muttered, “Children.” Aunt Gloria and Uncle Jude were there too, dressed in rich fabrics. Aunt Gloria had tears in her eyes the whole time, constantly dabbing them and declaring, “My babies are having babies!”

He reached out a tentative hand and poked King in the shoulder. King blinked but didn't move. "What are you?" Frank asked. King took a deep breath. "My mama said that my name is King Russell. My Papa said I'm King of the Underworld." He smiled. "You can call me King of the Underworld." Alexis burst out laughing.