Troll Pumpkin Novels & Stories

Jackson laughs, looking at the pumpkin with a look of disgust on his face. “You don’t like it?” I ask. “It has warts!” “It does?” I make a move to touch it, and Jackson grabs my hand, laughing. “You’ll get warts too!” I take Jackson’s hand and lead him to another row of pumpkins. He goes to a large, oval-shaped one that has to be heavy. “I like this one!” “I think it’s perfect,” I tell him.

, he trailed off. "Go on, what kind of feeling?" She asked him, moving closer to him. "Feeling to just grab someone", he said and Orlanda flinched. "Grab someone and then what? What are you talking about?" She asked him, gradually distancing herself away from him. Then he yawned widely, opening his mouth so wide like that of a hungry lion, and then he began licking his lips and sucking on his tongue. Orlanda flinched the more, moving backwards. What has come over Roy? Was he now a cannibal, or a vampire? Was he the reason Flourish had called? Like has he eaten up George or something?

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

THE FEAR MERCHANT The Jack-o’-lantern on Roy Wallace’s porch was in desperate need of a Botox treatment. A mere week after Halloween, rot was already hard at work on the toothy grin. The corners of its mouth had drooped into a grimace, and the gourd reeked of sweet decay and old smoke. His face twisting into the same mask of displeasure, Roy didn’t know what to blame: the odor or the house across the street.

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.

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."

He looks at several of the jars she’s standing near to, she looks over her shoulder and smiles at Seb and Greyson making out in the corner, “Nothing much, it’s just not often I get to see some of these items. Like this one,” she points to the label, ‘Troll Snot’ It looks like lumpy wallpaper paste, but blueish in colour. “That stuff is incredibly difficult to get a hold of, no one just goes up to a troll with a large hanky and says ‘blow please’.” George chuckles softly, then he looks to Celine. She’s still sitting cross-legged with her eyes closed. She looks almost peaceful.

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