Wheel of Transformation
What did they use in place of pumpkins to carve jack-o-lanterns in 19th century ireland?" "uhhhh." zeelo thought for a moment. it had to be something sturdy... "potatoes?" the buzzer sounded.
Hardcore Pet Play
pumpkin corgi? little sailor outfit?" grant asks. "grrr, woof-woof!" carson barks in frustration. "oh? little sailor outfit it is." grant says with a toothy grin. carson curses his lack of forethought.
Tropical - Chapter Twelve
Rye and cloud walked down the hallway which had carved pumpkins lined up down the length of it. they entered the locker room, which was the only part of the pool that wasn't decorated, and started to change.
Ander - Chapter 6, Subchapter 14
The thought of herself waddling down to breakfast one fine morning cradling a tummy the size of a prize-winning pumpkin was more than kiana could bear. although father's expression would probably make for a good laugh before mother murdered her.
Kaleidoscope XII - Death and All Her Friends
"i missed you too, pumpkin. oh, right. you asked me not to call you that after we... hm..." tristan's shivering mess of a daughter prompted a shift in topic, a diversion to help her cope. "how's your mother doing?
Haunted House
"say pumpkins!" the mother made up a corny replacement for cheese as she took a quick photo on her phone. the two boys weren't about to wait to be told that they could be free.
Fatherhood, Resurrected
"pumpkin," cindy whispered. she reached a paw out for her daughter. the kitten trembled as her mother touched her forearm. "i want my mommy back," she whispered, tears starting to flow down her face. "i'm sorry...
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 14
The thought of herself waddling down to breakfast one fine morning cradling a tummy the size of a prize-winning pumpkin was more than kiana could bear. although father's expression would probably make for a good laugh before mother murdered her.
... Into Night (Bodies by Josh, Pt. 1)
I've gotta go find where i parked the pumpkin. it's after midnight and all. i might be out tomorrow, dunno yet, but if i am, i'll see ya at the office."
A Folded Bird
Some, pumpkin-hued, still clung. but most had fallen. crispy, crackling, they swirled on the cement and asphalt, whipped at by the wind. dead-on-dead. so much of the city was, so often, ugly.
Tongue-Tied Lightning
The deciduous canopy was turning golden-yellow and pumpkin-orange, and was blocking the direct sun-shadows. "you just know," she said, ending it. "that way," she said, pointing a paw. "where the slope goes down." "oh."
A True Ghost Story
Waiting for him to begin, we gorged ourselves on chocolate from the bags and pumpkin-shaped buckets we had spent the evening hours filling at our neighbors' doorsteps.