New Writing Exercise: Write From The Perspective of a Pumpkin As Halloween Approaches

Not sure on how to link things very well...but here is my story! http://jessicaygentry.newsvine.com/_news/2008/10/10/1981084-pumpkin-time

Here's my attempt... I really liked this writing exercise, I haven't done one since high school!

Where do you post your story?right here or? I'm new to all this myself, clip, tag, link, I'm trying to get up to speed. I would like to figure out an easy way to post photos too. If you get a chance run on over and burn a few calories.

Heh, this reminded me of an old (and hilariously disturbing) video about just this topic...

I'm in! Should be great fun. Will send link when it's written.

Thanks for that link to that Pumpkin video, Brad. I hadn't seen that one before.

Pumpkinstock

I awoke the first day at pumpkinstock to the roosters crooning rebeley. My misshapen self ached from cold night wind. We line up like an English brigade to receive are doses of life giving blood. Our sea of orange awaits the man with the golden wand. Over the horizon comes the chariot that carries this king.One by one we reveal our vines to be injected with his watery rainbow of life. The mist breaks and the sun screams to it apex, a swelled feeling overtakes my heart. Our heads grow with euphoric strength,but tied to the earth I can not escape this prison. The pigs now take the stage,the virulent ones feast on their succulent whores. The Bulls howl backup chanting their endorsement. We now lay like fallen soldiers slowly weakening as a storm rolls in. The darkening sky starts the coyotes howling ,as they too entertain their zest for survival. Darkness again falls on my hollow shell.
With morning comes a indescribable chill , though the day proceeds as did the one before, a strange feeling rips at my being. Above me a young king pulls me from my chains. A glance around reveals a nation of young kings and queens freeing my brothers and sisters from their shackles. The end to this repetitive concert is a giddy freedom described only as euphoric. My moods smooth like a calm ocean sunset as the young royalty carry us to their castle. We arrive at these temple like structures with nervous anticipation of a better life. Upon entering these cavernous wonders we are ushered and greeted by none other than the king himself. Like a flock of gabby crows we rush down a hallway to a room of sterile silver steel. One by one we are set upon the alter and admired as if we were the chosen ones. The whole royal family now peered at us, so deeply in fact that I felt sharp pains all the way to my soul.All of a sudden my soul flew to a freedom unexplainable by words, this flight felt like it cleansed all my inner demons. A new glow shown from inside , my true self was indelibly etched upon my face. This gracious family now starring in wonder and joy, smiling as if I was their savior. They picked me up and paraded me to a balcony overlooking their kingdom, oh what a glorius sight. There they placed me next to my brothers and sisters who souls had also been freed. All the young kings and queens came from miles around celebrating our birth with costume and treats. The king who fed me during my captivity now stood before us in proud humility. A new feeling entered my soul .......PEACE....

I will get to this, I promise. Maybe tomorrow. Right now I just finished up some much-needed poetic unloading from the perspective of a puppet who has millions of strings attached to him, with each going to a different master. Spoiler alert: He starts cutting himself free.

Yea soylent green was a blast from the past. Me being an old fart I'm in the reverse position . all the younger generations euphemisms and references go over my head along with the shorthand lol brb etc. I just sit there and go dah.  I'm sure the parody to Woodstock in my pumpkin story will fly by over peoples the same way. 

Ok Scott - assignment complete.

Read here

http://ladybug331.newsvine.com/_news/2008/10/12/1990525-have-mercy-stop-the-carving

http://pjwrites.newsvine.com/_news/2008/10/13/1993855-new-writing-exercise-write-from-the-perspective-of-a-pumpkin-as-halloween-approaches

This was fun - so many interesting angles to take, but I think this brought out my inner-Stephen King.

As if.

I wrote a story on Halloween as challenged but I don't have a clue how to link it here. I couldn't come up with a pumpkin story but this is where my mind took me. Thanks for the challenge.

Posted. Be nice to it.

OK I finally scanned in some pictures to illustrate this tragic love story -- here.

Here is my contribution - I hope you all enjoy it.

I watch from beneath my shady canopy as my children gathered around me.  Each child grew at his or her own pace.  The littlest ones caused me to smile as they sat together and watched the clouds pass by.  There were murmurs of rabbits, witches and dogs dancing across the blue sky.  I turned my attention to my oldest child, Bob, as he basked in the afternoon sunshine.  He was so very proud of his perfect round shape and orange skin that had not a single defect.  I watched as he ignored the little ones around him as he carefully brushed some imaginary soil off his skin.  The little ones looked up to him, wanting to be just like him.   Bob considered the little ones beneath him and often insulted them for their “misshapenness”.  He refused to listen to me when I chided him that the little ones were as the Creator had meant them to be.  He would smirk and say that the Creator obviously could not re-produce perfection.  A cool breeze wafted over us, causing the littlest ones to squeal in delight and bringing the sound of visitors coming this way.  I watched anxiously as the visitors walked among us, chatting with each other.  I watched as a tall man stooped down to look at Bob; who preened with pride.  The man took out a knife and cut Bob, along with several of the little ones, loose from me.  Pain flared through me as I watched Bob and the little ones be carted away.  The littlest ones turned to me with stricken faces and frightened words.  I comforted them as best I could and imparted to them, again, that the Creator made us as we were meant to be.