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I would have to make sure to say far away from them, seeing how I did not know what they did. Mr. Griffen stood in front of us as we stood at the starting line. With a cocky smirk on his face. He looked right at me as he spoke to the group of "newbies," as he called us. I smiled right back at him. "All right, as I said before, other students who passed in previous years will try to make you fail. Also, the five with the slowest times will be disqualified as well. So run fast and think fast. The first thing you do is you must army crawl as fast as you can and select two weapons or tools to help you with this then with the selected items you must scale the twenty-foot wall and make it to the o

The Main Street had lights strung overhead along with a pumpkin themed banner proclaiming the approaching Fall Fest in three weeks. The smell of fresh bread and pastries wafted in through Amerie’s half down windows. The town looked alive with people milling from store to store. Children flocked to the farmer’s stand with pumpkins to taste the kettle corn and caramel apples. People noticed the unfamiliar car and looked at her curiously, but they all smiled and waved a welcome. She smiled back and flipped her long braid behind her as she pulled her 4Runner into a parking spot. She climbed out and slung her black tote bag over her shoulder. A chilly breeze whipped past her, making her thankful

He couldn’t hear what they were saying but new it couldn’t be good. The waitress brings Mack the box and the check. When Mack opened the box there was a note in the bottom. Written was one word in all capital letters. “RUN!” Mack put the pie in and laid a $50.00 down on the table. “Keep the change.” He yells over to the waitress and heads for the door. He makes it to his truck and pulls open the door when he hears Shaba’s voice. “You smell like a rogue, but you don’t look like one.” She says. “I was recently banned from my pack.” He says calmly setting the pie down.

"Oh no." She ran to the oven and yanked it open. Smoke billowed out, setting off the fire alarm with an ear-splitting shriek. The cookies—if they could still be called that—were black. Not dark brown. Not overdone. Black. Like charcoal. Like they'd been excavated from Pompeii. And they were on fire. Small flames danced across the surface of several cookie-lumps, and the smoke was getting thicker. Marcelline grabbed the oven mitts and pulled out the baking sheet, nearly dropping it as smoke stung her eyes. She threw it in her freezer closing it back quickly. Such hard work, she couldn't afford to throw it away.

Everything being pumpkin themed, Axel couldn't help but cover his face to my chest as I took my place among the crowd that were more than eager to sample a few of the pies along with the judges. I never did like pumpkin which was why I was advocating in my little gazette that the mayor atleast change the theme for the pies every year. This time it would be pumpkin, the next time strawberry or raspberries or something that had meat for God's sake. "Ailey, mommy, Ailey!" Axel cooed wiggling in my arms as he pointed at a familiar brunette approaching us with a smile. Riley dressed in a large black knee length trench coat and leggings joined us and Axel was more than happy to leave me and jump i

Glancing at the turkey, I furrowed my brow. “That’s a lot,” I laughed. “I told him not to wear it,” Jay said. But Adonis rolled his eyes. “It’s Thanksgiving," he said. “When else can I possibly wear it? “How about not at all?” Jay teased. Here,” Adonis held out the pie to me. “I know you said not to bring anything, but I couldn’t help myself. That’s my gammie’s famous pumpkin pie. It’s to die for.” “Come in,” I smiled at them, taking the pie. “Everyone’s in the parlour.”

This one was shaped like a little, bewildered-looking logic-drone, made entirely of blackberry and a particularly defiant, flaky pastry. The note simply read: “Heard you had fun. -J” We ate the drone-pie under the twin moons, laughing, our home once again safe from the terrible, encroaching threat of making sense.

"I don't care about your comfort." "I am telling you I am going to make a mistake," I insisted, the blinding glare of the noon sun beating down on the exposed concrete until my vision swam. "Let me just clear fifty random crates from the north dock instead. That will give your runners enough product to move by midnight." "No," Cassius commanded, his gravelly voice dropping an octave as he stepped directly into my path. "You will learn the tactile difference of the water-refined batches today, Obi. You don't leave this grid until you can spot the purity blind."

My mouth, my words, led to misfortune. Keep Silent, this is the punishment I give myself and the measure I take to protect myself. I washed my hands and went to the kitchen to cut off a small piece of pumpkin. After peeling them, I put them in boiling water to cook. After ten minutes I pick up the pumpkins and use a spoon to crush them into a puree. Then, I add cream, honey, milk, a little water and flour. Stir a few times. Pour them into a small pot and cook them for 5 minutes. Done!

Pumpkin pie was her comfort food. “I'm home!!!” I announce. I really need to change my passcode. “Oh, Roxanne. You are just in time. The pie is just out of the oven. You can go get changed and come back downstairs.” She appeared at the doorway of the kitchen wearing the apron I never use, and a huge smile. I smile back but it is strained. I hate pumpkin pie because of her. She made them when ever she wanted me to talk about my feelings. “Is he here as well?”