Jjk Pumpkin Novels & Stories

Pumpkin anything is my favorite, but she doesn’t usually start making anything until August in preparation for fall so I’m shocked to see them this early. “You just graduated college and they’re your favorite and Lucas’ favorite.” She points behind her. “There’s still a batch here.” I side eye her. “Alright then. Don’t let Dad eat them all!” I tell her as I re-lay the cellophane. I’m out the door after a few moments and pushing through the gate on the side of his house that Theo installed when Lucas and I were back and forth constantly between houses. It leads to the backyard, and when I get there Lucas and Theo are sitting at the table, each with a margarita.

“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.”

After only cutting out the eyes, Jessie got frustrated at how dull the knife was, only to start using her nails, which cut through the pumpkin easily. "That's cheating." Kimmy said, struggling to cut the top off her pumpkins. "Leave it up to Christian to give us child proof knifes." Jessie waved the useless knife around. "Can you please pass the red paint? I want the insides to look like brains and intestines." After placing the final touches on her pumpkin, Jessie then placed a candle in it. "All done." She brushed her hands off. Kimmy looked between their pumpkins. “How did you get yours so scary?"

Her lip pouts out, “but baby, it smells so good… I want one!” Zak disappears with the pickle jar laughing but what he hadn’t bargained for was Lee, who managed to snipe a handful of dills from the jar. He disperses the pickles. “Here you go ladies, philanthropy at its finest”. The boys that remain die of laughter. We’re all satiating our breakfast munchies when Zak returns, “Lee! You magician son of a…”.

“I’ll read and you stamp? Or do you want to read and I’ll stamp?” “You read. I’ll stamp.” I listened to his chuckle. “Thought so.” We got straight to work, side by side, going through all of the papers. I grabbed one from the stack and couldn’t contain the scoff. “This can’t be serious.” I waved it as Lyle plucked it from my fingers. “Oh, no … it’s very serious. After all, we can’t have a proper festival if our pumpkins aren’t plump enough.” “Their greatest concern is whether the pumpkin will make a good moon in the festival. We really have to sign papers like this?” I clicked my tongue, letting out an annoyed sigh.

"Where are your pumpkins? I didn't see any outside." Jamie blinked. How could he change gears that fast? Had she just imagined the kiss, like she thought she'd imagined the night before? She gathered her scattered thoughts, chewed a bite of muffin and chased it with a swallow of coffee. "First order of business. As soon as I finish the delicious breakfast someone brought me." "Someone, huh?" He winked at her. "Better chow down, then. We don't want all the best pumpkins to be gone."

Eric declared. James excitedly touched the album. “And I know James will continue the tradition of being a cute little pumpkin,” Samantha said as she searched for a specific photograph. “Tradition?” Deborah repeated. “Yes, look,” Samantha said, showing a photo of a young blonde boy dressed as a pumpkin. “Aww... what an adorable little pumpkin,” Deborah said as she hugged her husband. “You’ve convinced me to continue the tradition, right, James?” James burbled in response. The grandparents smiled and began sharing their ideas for this year’s decorations and games for the kids who would visit, while Deborah eagerly added her own ideas.

he said, completely serious, "you must remove the brains." Abby giggled so hard she almost dropped the spoon she was holding. We each chose a pumpkin. William helped Abby draw a goofy face on hers—one big eye, one small eye, and a toothy grin. She insisted on scooping out the insides herself, and by the end, there were pumpkin seeds in her hair and strings of pulp stuck to her cheeks. I carved a classic triangle-eyes, triangle-nose design—simple, but not bad considering how long it had been.

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."

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.