mirima

This is a story about a little pumpkin named Timmy. Timmy was the littlest pumpkin of the whole patch, so thus, the other pumpkins would make fun of him. They wouldn't let him trick or treat with them, and they wouldn't let him join in the fun of eating candy all day and then throwing up. Timmy longed to throw up with the other pumpkins. He had dreams of eating all the candy, but all he got when he went trick or treating was a rock.
One day while he was sitting alone in his patch, his stem all droopy, he saw a kid walk by the patch. He walked by the outside of the fence, with his black hood over his head, and long, white strings coming out of his ears. Timmy listened closely to the music coming out of the boy's ears. It sounded dark and angry. Timmy had never heard such music. All the music he had heard before were songs about ghosts, and songs about pumpkins sitting in a row, and songs about dead things in the ground. Halloween was their favorite holiday.
The boy paused, as if sensing Timmy's perverbial eyes. The boy looked up at the patch, his eyes dark, with a black ring around them. He pulled his hands out of his pockets, and his finger nails were painted black. His pants clung to his legs, and his hair was swept over his eyes. He took the strange strings out of his ears, and opened the gate.
He tramped through the patch, looking at all the glorious pumpkins. The other pumpkins dared not make a move, as to not disturb the magical mystery of the patch. The boy smiled a wide, evil grin, and began stomping on the other pumpkins. One by one, he smashed, and stomped, until there were barely any pumpkins left. A thought occured to Timmy...those pumpkins would never be mean to him again. They had met their doom, and gotten what they deserved for leaving him out of the candy, vomiting fun! Timmy chuckled to himself evily, thanking the pumpkin gods for answering his devious prayers.
Then, the boy approached Timmy, cautiously. He seemed intrigued by Timmy, and his overwhelming smallness. The boy picked up Timmy cautiously, and whispered, "I'll keep this one."
Timmy smiled, as only pumpkins can, as the boy slipped Timmy into his backpack. Once at home, the boy slipped Timmy out of his pack, and placed him on his kitchen table. His mother came by, and kissed the boy on the forehead. When she turned her back, the boy gagged, and wiped at the spot where she had kissed him. He told her about the pumpkin patch, leaving out the detail where he had smashed and destroyed all the pumpkins. He didn't want to hear his mother's nagging disapproval. He told his mother he had picked up a small pumpkin that he intended on carving for Halloween. His mother seemed pleased that he was taking part in such a family friendly holiday.
A few days later, after Timmy had become accustomed to his new environment, the boy came into his room with a knife. A carving knife. Used to carve pumpkins, such as Timmy. Timmy became scared, and tried to fight off the boy, as only a pumpkin can. Yet, the knife stabbed Timmy repeatedly, until he oozed with pumpkin guts an seeds. His mother cooked the seeds, and salted them. They were eaten with delight. The boy carved a a sad face, and sad eyes on Timmy, because Timmy, after all, was a sad pumpkin. And then, he sliced a single tear, running down Timmy's broken face. Timmy had never been so sad, and wished with all his might that he had never been taken from the patch. The patch seemed so friendly now, despite being so left out.
Timmy was placed outside, with the other pumpkins the boy's family had carved. Those pumpkins had laughing faces, and smiling faces, with lots of teeth, and evil eyes. Those other pumpkins laughed at Timmy's sad face, and Timmy wept.
Just then, a dog approached the pumpkins sitting on the stoop. The dog sniffed, gingerly, taking in the sweet smells of the pumpkins. The pumpkins smelled delicious, and the dog decided to eat them. He munched on the other pumpkins, and Timmy watched with delight as they screamed in agony. When the pumpkins had been throughouly destroyed, the dog turned to Timmy. It looked like a very edible dessert. Timmy's eyes widened in horror, as only a pumpkin's eyes can, as the dog opened up his large mouth, and swallowed Timmy whole.
The moral of this story, children, is that all emo kids should be eaten.
The end.