Sally Jack Skellington Pumpkin 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.

Jack have a not so subtle cough, letting Jill know he was back in the room. "Jack!" Jill screeched. She stopped singing immediately. Her cheeks turned red. She was highly embarrassed. How long had Jack been inside the room? She turned the water off and reached for her towel. She wrapped the towel around her body and poked her head from behind the curtain. "Jack, how long have you been here?" Jill quizzed Jack. Jack smiled back at her, "Just long enough." Jill could die she was so embarrassed, "Can you give me a minute to get out and get dressed please?"

“These ones have frosting shaped like baby rattles. Is this vanilla or witchcraft?” “Both,” Chelsea said. “Also, don’t eat the ones shaped like dragon eggs—those are filled with lemon-lavender. They bite back.” As more pack members and allies arrived, music played from enchanted speakers (thank you, Chelsea), and the sound of laughter filled the air. There were games—some that involved blindfolded diaper changing and one suspiciously close to axe throwing that Charlie, of all people, dominated. “Did… did he carve that diaper genie out of a tree stump?” Jax asked, slightly alarmed.

Jones utters in shock when she walks out of her bathroom and finds a huge pumpkin on her bed. Just then the pumpkin shakes, causing her to jump in fright; even as a fearsome warrior, she got startled. She slowly approaches the bed after grabbing her sword, intending to cut the pumpkin open to check. But before she can strike, a baby's cry rings out. Mrs. Jones gasps as she hurriedly tosses her sword to the side and approaches the pumpkin. Taking a closer look at the pumpkin, the name Caroline in olden writings, and she realizes the thing has a lid. She opens it, and a beautiful baby girl smiles at her.

“Do you think the nurses will get scared?” I laughed, ruffling his hair. “Oh, definitely. They won’t be expecting such a spooky ghost!” Andrew and I helped him carve a few pumpkins that morning, turning each one into a different character—some goofy, some scary, and one that Tristan declared was the "king pumpkin." We set them up along the windowsill, and Tristan giggled as he imagined each pumpkin “watching over” the hospital room.

In her right palm, a pumpkin with eyes sat opening its huge mouth often. A dwarf-like creature floated in the air on the top of the third recliner with its green monstrous eyes hooked on the candle in the air. It had no wax. It singed red. “Don’t punish me for his sins,” Cassy pleaded. An earless girl cocked her neck to one side and released the pumpkin on the floor. Cassy recalled the warning, ‘Cut your fingers. Erase your toes.’ No! “Go!” The chest less man instructed, and ear-shattering laughter reverberated in the room.

Jack was still scolding, “I saw you digging through the trash for food earlier. Why? Do your parents not feed you? Aren’t you afraid of poisoning yourself by eating trash?” Seeing Jack humiliate Sally like that made me furious. I walked toward him with my hand raised, only stopping when I was close enough to know that I could not slap him. I could not do anything. I could only watch as Sally got bullied. At the same time, Rob walked over. He asked Jack to get into the car. Then, he patiently took out an expensive chocolate truffle and passed it to Sally. Sally’s eyes immediately lit up. Just as Rob was about to leave, Sally hugged his thigh. “Sir, are you here to look for Hetty?”

I swatted her hand away, rolling my eyes. We moved through the aisles, Amber tossing things into the basket with zero hesitation. Chips, pasta, strawberry yogurt, a bag of gummy worms, a magazine she wasn’t going to read, a random candle shaped like a pumpkin. “We don’t need that,” I said. She gasped, offended. “Ethan. How dare you disrespect Pumpkin Gerald.” “His name is Gerald?” “Yes,” she whispered dramatically. “He is a single father of three tiny mini candles. Show some respect.”

Sally Acorn, the 21-year-old princess of Mobius, sat alone in her private laboratory, surrounded by bubbling beakers and glowing test tubes. She was a brilliant scientist, but her true passion lay in the creation of exotic sexual concoctions. Tonight, she planned to test her most daring experiment yet – a formula that would allow her to melt into a gooey puddle and experience unimaginable pleasures.

“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.”