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This year she was going to have a winner. The pumpkin was growing faster than last year, but not worryingly so. The sun was beating down and she watered it daily. Every night she said a prayer to ask that it grow to a record breaking weight and not begin to rot. Right now it was as green as a marrow, only much more round. Already it would take two hands to lift it. After every rain shower she placed it on a fresh bed of straw, taking care not to damage the vine. No vine, no pumpkin. She dare not stroke it's skin for fear of a nail catching it, but she watched it closely for the first blush of orange.

By james, October 22, 2014.
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It was halloween and Jack had decided to dress-up as a werewolf. But first he had to carve a pumpkin. After cutting the top off with a special tool he scooped out the guts and gave them to his mum so that she could make the best pumpkin pie. Now was the fun bit. He was allowed to wield a knife and cut stuff. But he was only allowed to cut the pumpkin. He cut the scariest face he could imagine, a scowl. Then he sliced out some killer eyes. He placed a candle inside and got his dad to light it. By the time dinner was over he had a slice of fresh-baked pumpkin pie. They didn't give out candy that year, instead they gave out pieces of his mums wonderful pumpkin pie.

By magmabuzz, October 22, 2014.