It is Saturday Centus time once again. Miss Jenny has provided a photo prompt for this week's 100 word, or less, creative writing exercise. The photo is in keeping with the Fall season. In keeping with my routine difficulty in restraining myself to 100 words...forget less...my effort this week will be in 3 parts. The first part written by me, with the subsequent parts written by my alter selves...those other Jeff's living in parallel universes. So, if any of you word counters have a problem with this, you will have to take it up with my alter selves. Problem is, I don't know how to get a hold of them. So, let us begin...with our Pumpkin Photo Prompted exercise.
Our story begins with a big, orange sun rising up above the eastern horizon, its early morning rays reflecting off the dew covered grassy fields. In the distance we see neat rows of large and small orange pumpkins. It is a "picture perfect", serene morning. Yet down amongst the rows of pumpkins all is not well, and we can hear great pumpkin chatter.
"Brutus, why did they move us here? Why did they take us away from our home?"
"Duh, I don't know Huey. Ask Grandpa. He will Know."
"Grandpa, why did they bring us here?"
"Well Baby Huey, they brought us here to make it easy for the school kids to pick us."
"Pick us! What will they do with us?"
They will mash and carve and whip you and turn you into pumpkin pie and all sorts of edibles .... my pretties ...
ReplyDeleteOh jackies comment was perfect! I couldn't have said it better. I didn't count the words but I loved this story and I could see a whole little picture book from the pumpkins...
ReplyDeleteJackie said it all. I agree!
ReplyDeleteBest wishes,
Anna
Anna's SC Special Challenge Week 22
Good thing they can't read the future. They'd be shaking in their pumpkin skins!
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Uh oh!! Poor Baby Huey..
ReplyDeletePoor, pitiful pumpkins pining their plight!
ReplyDeleteI think I like you and your alter egos, Jeff. This is great and very fun. I can't wait to find out what happens to Baby Huey.
ReplyDeleteCheers,
xoRobyn
Hummmm. Talking pumpkins. Reminds me of the talking puppy that kept jumping up and down yelling "Pick me! Pick me!" Cute!~Ames
ReplyDeleteThey will cut us with steak knives, the little pre-pubescent proles!
ReplyDeleteFirst of all, I adore Neil Young and he was singing to me when I logged onto your blog.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed the way this ended with an unanswered question. Sequel!!
Poor baby Huey!
ReplyDeleteDon't tell them
ReplyDeleteAww, I feel for Baby Huey! I suppose he could tell him his skull will be cut open, his brains scooped out and holes cut in his face...
ReplyDeleteBut he might get upset. LOL!
Great job, Jeff!
haha huey is a perfect name for a pumpkin isnt it! like how you made the pumkins talk and have feelings. nice :)
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I've already written what I would do with them!! Now on to Part 2.
ReplyDeletePS I love the name "Huey."
Love it! Jackie's comment cracked me up, my pretties!
ReplyDeleteHuey is a great name! If I ever have to name a pumpkin for any purpose I'm naming him Huey!
Thanks for a great read.