Troll Pumpkin Novels & Stories

The jerk was kind of growing on me. The gardens outside were starting to take shape. We even had a head groundskeeper whose name was Spencer. They planted the fall and winter blooms but they haven’t come in yet. I was also very impressed that Spencer and his family kept the pack farm running all this time. He took me on a tour and we were going to have a great harvest this year. There were even pumpkins so we could plan a Halloween party for the pups.

"Me too, I'm so horny." "Then you're gonna love the party." Bloom giggled, kissing my cheek. "Hmm candy." We arrived at a strange looking club shaped like a pumpkin, I laughed "Omg it's shaped like a mushroom." This was the first time their demeanor changed. "It's not funny." Seanleaf said their eyes glowed in the darkness of the car. "That's our symbol." they said simultaneously and my skin crawled. Like a switch they started laughing "Come on let's go party."

Lola squealed when Melissa continued to harass her with the pumpkin guts that had been plowed up on the side of the street. “I’m gonna puke,” Melissa gagged when she lifted the guts with a shovel. Lola bent over, her stomach clenched and she covered her mouth with her hand. “Get it away- now!” She gagged when the smell of old pumpkin burnt in her nose. “Aren’t you two a sight for sore eyes,” Ed said when he walked around the wooden tables that stood lined against the school bus. The high school students were helping out as well but they were too busy planning the secret pre-winter party to be bothered with the cleanup; a tradition that the seniors of Wild Cliff High School had kept alive for

Cheryl nodded. "The witch is very far away. In the past, there was a beautiful princess from the kingdom of Onion who wanted to wash gold in the river. The Princess met a pumpkin, in the shape of gold too, the Princess took the pumpkin to eat, mistaking it for Halloween." "Then continue." Faaza urged. Meanwhile, Cheryl had to rack her brain again because of her original composition. "Do you know Halloween? Uh, it's scary. They like to bite small children, but their teeth are toothless hihi."

He read the caption again and again, trying to convince himself it was photoshopped. “That brat!” he snapped. “She bent the knee?!” He was fuming. The world was spinning, and not in his favor. He hurled the glass he was drinking from across the room. Aunt Gloria and her husband were watching the TV when the news banner popped up. Gloria gasped, “Sweet heavens! Orlanda again?” Uncle Jude chuckled. “That is our girl. She is shaking kingdoms,” he laughed. The clown twins, Jude’s mischievous sons, giggled hysterically.

The vines of the pumpkins were plunged deep into the black sludge. "Watch," Martha said. She picked up a rock and threw it into the sludge. The black goo rippled, trying to form a spike to defend itself. But the pumpkin vines reacted faster. They tightened. SQUELCH. The vines pulsed. We saw a bulge of black liquid being sucked up the green stem, traveling into the pumpkin. Inside the pumpkin, a faint, muffled scream echoed. Then, the pumpkin glowed. Not with sunlight. It digested the black sludge and turned it

That faithful moment that changed her and her sister’s life forever. Rie dried her face using the towel hanging on her shoulder and then walked out of the bathroom. She weakly sat down on the bed. She no longer knew what was happening. Rie was still drinking tea made of flax seeds every night. Flax seed was one of the major ingredients for a sleeping potion.

says Graydon with a smile. "Oh no," I say as I start to see where he's going with this. Trolls are walking, talking, twelve feet tall stink bombs. Most of the time they are just smelly. But when they feel threatened or angry or upset or annoyed or even just a little bored, they can let off a stink that will knock everyting within 100 metres flat. "Yes exactly," says Graydon. "Not quite a smoke bomb. Troll bomb." The others suck in their breath. "That's harsh," says the blue-haired guy but he's nodding approvingly.

Its wide mouth was frothing with what looked like a dark red substance as it turned towards him. It would have been less terrifying if it had eyes, Jake began to think. The pumpkin toppled over the stall and was rolling slowly towards Jake who was shaking like a leaf. Any moment and its huge mouth would land on his face and tear him apart with those carved out teeth. Jake yelped and grabbed the huge book which he smashed the pumpkin with after which it exploded, covering him with a thick gooey substance all over his torso and half of his face. "Dude!" Matt was suddenly standing in front of him, his camera dangling from his neck.

Anthony has been going out a lot leaving Amelia and me with ink, ink doesn't seem that bright so I've been trying to persuade him to take us out, but Anthony has his claws in that poor guy. Today had just been like any normal day for the life we're living now, as it was on the warmer side of days for it being nearly winter, I was in the garden with Amelia under the watchful eye of Anthony in the kitchen. Amelia can now sit up by herself so she was just playing with her toys on her blanket, while I lay down looking at the sky. The peaceful day was disrupted by a scream coming from the neighbours garden, I make sure Amelia was okay before getting up, Anthony quickly running after me, I managed