Troll Pumpkin Novels & Stories

Still dealing with the absurdity of a zombie aunt, Joanna was just plain mad. Raven spoke up. "Joanna, I can hear pockets of conversation. They are not zombies. They are discussing a strange plant that pulses." Joanna froze at the mention of the pulsing plant. In her dream, this was known as the most intelligent plant after the apocalypse started. She had never seen it before, but she had heard terrifying rumors of its immense, destructive capabilities. She also remembered a critical detail from her dream: the plant's warning system consisted of powerful pulses that acted like heavy air charges, generating violent shockwaves capable of slamming into and throwing a threat far away from it.

“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.

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.

My throat itched and my vision blurred a bit by the abrupt development. We neared his location, about a mile out from the border, to find him lying lifeless on the ground, his skin clammy, with blood trickling out his mouth and nose. Three darts stuck out of his shoulder, arm, and leg. I checked his breathing, and the distinct scent of decay setting in drifted into my nose, alerting me that we were too late. I ripped one of the darts out with my mouth and smelled it. Wolfsbane.

Matt yelled. Being crafty wasn’t a planned move, but thoughts of trampling the pumpkin and robbing it of strength while manipulating the situation, roasted a variety of murderous thoughts in him, he then fished out a razor from his pants pocket. Matt didn’t give any warning and attacked the middle of the pumpkin. He started cutting it into two halves, each half collapsing into two different pieces as it blared. Matt made another strike, making it four sections. It didn’t die. It borne more pieces, scattering themselves over the Lake, encircling Matt in a penitentiary. They guffawed, having no trace of mercy in them. “You called for your own destruction, Matty.” A white spirit arose, having n

daddy says taking my jacket off and rolling the sleeve of my shirt up. "Nu-nu, you do it," I say after touching the inside of the pumpkin, it was slimy and slippery, didn't enjoy it. "Okay," he says with a sigh and get to work, and I got the chance to look around, Beth managed to get her whole head inside the giant pumpkin she picked, and Adrian was taking a million photo before helping her out. "I want a kitten inside my pumpkin," Caleb whines. "She's mine Caleb, just go and find one of your own," Adrian teases back, I'm not sure if this is a game they are having or if they are for real.

Chris extended them towards Night Roller, who was also a trained chemist. Night Roller took the weeds, chopped them into small slices before putting a piece into the test tube which had a faint purple mixture in it. He mixed it well and held it for a bit before raising it towards the light to see the changes. “Boss, it’s a double.” Night Roller shrugged “Harmless as a shallot.” “Boss, did we get doped?”

One will have to spy on something hidden available in that surrounding, and if the other person get it right at once, he will collect a coin from him. When I got there, they said as follow; I spy on something tall? Umm tree? No? Ah ah dude, where did you see tree here ( ha haa haaa). On the sea. Ok then, if not tree what is it. It's Sorcerer. He replied What!!!? Yes, sorcerer is tall, even tallest here. Alright alright. The the guy that choose tree gave him one coin. They proceeded. It was the other guy's turn. I spy on something small.

OSTARA’S POV The week passed like a soft blur. The Halloween flavor competition had taken over Harvest Bloom. Someone had drawn a scoreboard on the break room wall. Every morning, new sticky notes appeared with flavor names that ranged from brilliant to borderline absurd. “Caramel Blood Moon.” “Pumpkin Praline Panic.” “Ghoulberry Crunch.” By Thursday, Sabrina’s absence still felt strange, but the team’s excitement had a way of filling the gaps she’d left.

Still, she had to blame someone, and it was a lot easier than blaming herself. Someone bumped her, and Maria slid off the pile of pumpkins, landing on the ground, and her jeans got muddy. “Watch it!” she yelled, pissed. She looked over and saw it was one of the drunken boys. Several hundred of her class had gathered here, as they always did by tradition, the day after the big fall bash, for this stupid school “pumpkin picking” event. Everyone knew that nobody really picked pumpkins, they all just sat around the pumpkin field, filling up on hot apple cider and donuts, while the riffraff of the class spiked their cider with gin. It was one of these boys who had bumped her. He hadn’t even reali