tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370917824739259.post1768434267472907683..comments2024-03-27T10:02:56.747-04:00Comments on Fiction University: Writing Prompt: The Chain Story: Pumpkin Spice Janice Hardyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02356672149097741248noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370917824739259.post-7251955946929993222015-11-09T23:42:02.272-05:002015-11-09T23:42:02.272-05:00Matt yanked on the steering wheel, and veering ont...Matt yanked on the steering wheel, and veering onto the sidewalk, we shrieked as the Escalade slammed into a tree. In the moments that followed, I recall Matt groaning in the driver's seat, and the sound of the engine coughing out smoke. <br /><br />"Matt?" He didn't answer. "Matt!" I shook his shoulder, praying that he was only stunned. I reached over to pull back his head. I felt for his hair, but instead I came in contact with a smooth, round surface. I wrenched my arm back, screaming frantically, because Matt's head, where his head should have been, was a grinning jack-o'-lantern.Follow the Wolveshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11057130525165378362noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370917824739259.post-13746183734435791422015-11-09T23:03:36.612-05:002015-11-09T23:03:36.612-05:00I snapped the purse shut.
What the hell is going ...I snapped the purse shut. <br />What the hell is going on today? Jesus, did my drink get spiked last night?<br />"Hey, what's up?" Matt glanced at me, eyes narrowed.<br />"Nothing, just-- Jesus! Watch out!" <br />Pumpkin splatters across the windscreen, the car now weaving wildly. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370917824739259.post-75503889616684074732015-11-08T21:46:21.856-05:002015-11-08T21:46:21.856-05:00At the curb, I scraped pumpkin remains from my sho...At the curb, I scraped pumpkin remains from my shoe, and got into the car. My purse was ridiculously heavy, and I wondered what the hell was in it. I looked. Oh, why did I look? A trio of miniature pumpkins leered up at me.Ollamhahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00597336770218598087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370917824739259.post-16600589126565367672015-11-08T20:03:24.743-05:002015-11-08T20:03:24.743-05:00With my foot all wet and soggy, I thought to mysel...With my foot all wet and soggy, I thought to myself "do I really care what Matt thought? Why not be merry and drink it all away" Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03803095929401280054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370917824739259.post-671048599734341152015-11-08T14:00:36.187-05:002015-11-08T14:00:36.187-05:00Matt just shook his head at me; he didn't want...Matt just shook his head at me; he didn't want any part of our sibling squabbles. So I haphazardly grabbed my jacket and followed him out, closing the front door behind me. I stumbled when my foot sunk into something.<br /><br />The pumpkin I had carved for Halloween.<br /><br />"Are you--even--argh!" I kicked the pumpkin away, it's rotting face leering at me as though in ghostly laughter. <br /><br />"Let's go, Matt," I threw over my shoulder as I stormed away, /praying/ my morning would improve on the drive to work.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370917824739259.post-8758563444260708632015-11-08T11:54:49.350-05:002015-11-08T11:54:49.350-05:00"Kara, you ready to go?" A voice calls f..."Kara, you ready to go?" A voice calls from the front of the house.<br />"Matt? How'd you get in?" OMG, I forgot all about Matt. We're supposed to go shopping for ingredients for the Thanksgiving cookie exchange at work. <br />"Door was open. Here, I got you something," hesays, shoving a cup towards me.<br />I wrap my hand around the warm corrugated cup holder. Starbucks! I love Starbucks! "Oh, yum...what kind?" Please please please let it be a double mocha cappuccino with sprinkles.<br />"Pumpkin Spice Latte!"<br />I set the cup in the counter. Pumpkin. More freakin' pumpkin. <br />"Did my brother put you up to this?"<br />Nitahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03550671947913111557noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370917824739259.post-24489029552776052912015-11-08T11:36:29.014-05:002015-11-08T11:36:29.014-05:00Okay, it's not a hallucination, then how can o...Okay, it's not a hallucination, then how can one not attend such functions if one wants to rise above the mediocrity? As I contemplate potlucks and -ists of all kinds, Marshmallow rubs up against me. He misses Byan, too. Probably wishes it were me instead.Diane Turnerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09032030806796986468noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370917824739259.post-7737291237735589232015-11-08T10:18:09.831-05:002015-11-08T10:18:09.831-05:00Maybe I'm dreaming. I pinch myself and wince. ...Maybe I'm dreaming. I pinch myself and wince. <br />"Shall I claw you a bit as well?" Marshmallow is eyeing me thoughtfully.<br />I must be hallucinating. Yes, that's it. Something at last night's holiday office party hasn't agreed with me. That's the problem with potluck; you never know what's in that crockpot or the origin of the lumps in the dip. Especially when your coworkers are a motley assortment of chemists, physicists, and geologists working together in a village on the outskirts of nowhere.Lihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08831231531918915804noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370917824739259.post-11661735129170003572015-11-08T10:04:50.837-05:002015-11-08T10:04:50.837-05:00I run back upstairs to see if he did what no other...I run back upstairs to see if he did what no other sibling dared to do...touch my room.<br />I open the door and scream some word that should probably never see the light of day. I don't want to even describe what he did, so just imagine a pumpkin, multiply it by 60, and that's my room.<br />Long story short, Bryan was dead.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17431543441334581991noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370917824739259.post-63259967864554585732015-11-08T08:52:57.679-05:002015-11-08T08:52:57.679-05:00A cruel prank by my brother had me preying to the ...A cruel prank by my brother had me preying to the porcelain god.H. R. Sinclairhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06715450637785127208noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370917824739259.post-11889733673065931202015-11-08T08:51:58.658-05:002015-11-08T08:51:58.658-05:00I throw the toothpaste in the sink and stomp downs...I throw the toothpaste in the sink and stomp downstairs. I need something to take the taste away.<br />Bowl. Cereal. Milk.<br />The milk is orange. The milk is freaking pumpkin flavour. I peer at the cereal; tiny little pumpkins floating in orange milk. What the hell? <br />Marshmallow watches me from the sideboard, tail twitching. He washes his paw.<br />"You shouldn't be up there, Mal." Like my cat ever listens to me.<br />"I know," he said. Jaynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370917824739259.post-36946234751025870962015-11-08T08:19:47.086-05:002015-11-08T08:19:47.086-05:00I was all for getting into the spirit of Thanksgiv...I was all for getting into the spirit of Thanksgiving this year until I was traumatized by the taste of Pumpkin spice toothpaste.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14795382591630950679noreply@blogger.com