Creative Writing - Just Pumpkin

Just Pumpkins                                          

By Alice Barry

I am learning to entertain my audience.  

It was exactly one year ago, when one of my best friends ended up in hospital, for all of her bones were broken. I still remember it, and when I do recall that fearful night, my heart starts to beat like a drum, increasing in speed, thud, thud, thud.  Louder and louder, the sound of my heart echoing through body.  My blood forced to race around my veins like a racecar, turning at every bend of my body.  The Halloween Pumpkin Curse, they call it. Everyone knows that once a year as halloween eve arrives, someone, somebody, just one person, receives the gift of the curse, all starting with one pumpkin, the haunted pumpkin.

At first, I didn’t believe in that rubbish, no one ever thinks it will be them or someone they know. But when I saw what happened to my friend with my own eyes, “Scarlet”.  I felt the sudden shiver down my spine, well I believed it, I believed it now, Oh how I believed it all.

The horrific day all started when Scarlet had called me, she had a bright idea that she wanted to get another pumpkin.  I complained as we had already carved our pumpkin, no one carves pumpkins the day of Halloween.  “But I need another one, it came to me in a dream.  I must get one more pumpkin.”  I gave into her pleading and went to meet her on the way to select a pumpkin.The best pumpkins would all be gone, there would be nothing but the rotting ones.  However we turned and judged each pumpkin till we found the one that mirrored her idea in her dream.   Carrying her pumpkin we said our goodbyes as we parted ways to head to our houses.  As I arrived home it was time for me to prepare my costume for the night.  

It was about 6.00 o’clock when I called Scarlet  to let her know that I was ready for the  fun to begin, trick and treat time.  But no sooner had she picked up the phone and I called, “Hello.”  I heard an ear splitting shriek, “Ahhhhh!” The next noise was the phone dropping hitting the floor “Smash!” Racing to her place as fast as I could.  Arriving there, I searched the house, looking for her, it was empty!  My heart leaping from my chest, I could barely concentrate from my own heart pulsating through me, feeling as if it could explode.  I ran down to the back off the house, and there she was, screaming in terror. Wrapped around her, were big, thick vines coming from… THE PUMPKIN!! Wrapped around her as it squeezed the life from her limp body.   I ran into the house looking around to find something to release her.   A carving knife I spot on the bench as I gripped it into my hand and raced outside again.  Charging at the vines I started to slash and chop at the vines away from her body. Scarlet, Falling from its grips, dropping to the floor, to weak to speak. I quickly dialed 111, and just a few seconds later, I heard a screeching noise turn into the driveway. “Whee ooh, whee ooh!!”

As I watched her and the ambulance disappear into the misty night,  I thought to myself, how did this happen? Was the Pumpkin haunted? Was the dream responsible for all this? We will only know one thing for sure. From then on, I have never touched a pumpkin ever again, and I never will.

Creative Writing - Under the Rug

Under the Rug

By Lucy DeYoung

I am learning to entertain my audience.  

There was a man, a simple man, a man named Mark.. People would call him simple Mark or normal Mark., He lived a simple life in a simple house, in a simple town. He never did, or would never wear something too cool, too crazy, or too plain. You would think that a man so simple would be weird or creepy. He wasn't, not perfect, not strange… he was just… Simple.

After a simple day, mowing the lawn, doing the chores, all normal things that he did that most normal people would do.  However he did lack the absence of a yelling wife nagging or telling him what to do.  Because Mark did not have anyone else in his small house.  He was alone and got very depressed, but… Mark tried to keep a straight face and continue with his simple life, day in and day out.

After Mark had a long think about his life he was settling down to do what any simple man would do, skim through the paper. While Mark quietly was scanning the paper the ground started to shake, “AHH!” nervously he looked down, something was moving under the rug! Something was alive! Mark quickly sprang to the stairs, and then it disappeared. He thought he must of just been tired and longing for someone or even something to be in his house, so he casually walked off to bed to complete his simple bedtime routine.

Mark had forgotten about the strange object under the rug as he had woken the next day and completed again his normal routine.  Again, slowly sitting down to do his reading routine something jump up and pushed his chair over. “Ahhhh,” he screamed as he recalled the previous night, his body shaking as the shock took hold of him. This taunting experience continued repetitively over and over, days, weeks this creature has been mocking him from under the rug. Laughing, like its only purpose was to terrorise him. But the worse part was it became predictable, the visit from rug in a spiteful manner would appear every night on the dot at 8pm.

Again, 8 ’o’clock on the dot, it came back.. but simple Mark came prepared this time mentally,  he picked up his chair and threw it at the rug. CRASH, BANG, he was filled with great relief.  Until his scream broke,  “NOOO!!”  the object came back! Mark screamed with rage. It was like it was staring at him and using all his energy. Mark’s neighbors came racing over to see what was wrong. Arriving on his doorstep forcing their way in, they froze in their footsteps as Mark turned to them, with eyes of fire he came rampaging towards them as if he had lost all control.

They ran like frightened rabbits and called the police. Mark was taken to the asylum. Once cleared and paperwork sorted they escorting him to his property the following night. minutes before 8pm to collect a few home comforts, such as Mark’s books. Gasp, he looked uneasily towards the rug and the strange object was gone… had it been all in his head? Was he mad? Was he going crazy!? Well we will never know….

Creative Writing - The Flaming Sword

   The Flaming SWORD

                   By David Botelho

        One boring stormy night there was an island called Flames, it was a good looking island with some waterfalls. And on that island was two people on a quest to find a flaming sword, their names were Bob and Josh. While they were hiking up the mountain  they saw two glowing tunnels one the left one on the right,Josh wanted to go left but Bob forced him to go right.

Josh thought they were doomed but they weren't after that  Bob spotted a dirty swamp. Bob told Josh to get the raft. It was an amazing looking raft with a rocket ship, alien and flame stickers on it. It was to bad the swamp was dirty.After rowing for a couple of hours they fell asleep and fell out of the raft.

But it turned out the swamp was only 118cm so Bob and Josh just swam to shore on shore they found a secret passage. In the passage they found they saw two choices one a bag with a million dollars the other a flaming sword Bob and Josh didn't know what to do but they took the flaming sword.

After twenty minutes their dad found out he knew where they were it took like ten minutes to get to museum that Bob and

Josh hated so much they wanted to destroy it but their dad was too smart because he was already ready to sneak attack

he jumped down and grounded them until they were 40 years old. They started crying cause they weren't allowed to play video games any more and they lived happily ever after.

Creative Writing - The Mysterious Rug

  The Mysterious Rug

I am learning to entertain my audience

                      BY Abraham Tonga

Once upon a time there lived a grey headed old man and his name was Mark, he was a grumpy old man that lived in an old  fashioned cottage, it was beautiful it was filled with  bright colours.

Mark also had a magical rug ,  he  had brought the rug from India. It’s colours are quite dingy but he liked it like that. He used it for nothing but he decided to do something about it. That day Mark lay down the rug in the living room. That night after a few hours he heard some noises, he yelled “hello?, anyone there?”
there was silence for a moment.

Suddenly there was a sound of movement, the rug moved and it was creeping, his heart was about to shatter as the rug was twitching. He shouted again “Help!’  the creature under the rug got closer and closer to Mark but before the creature touched him he let out a scream, his neighbors ran over to see what had happened they knocked on the door.

His neighbors still knocking on the door aloud, he was power walking to the door “Get away from there!“ he shouted but they did not so he repeated “Get away from there!” he shouted they ran away they were frightened  that night he had no rest he had stay up this lasted for four nights.

He  was  too scared to lift the cover but did it anyways so he slowly lifted the cover but there was nothing there was he just seeing things, was he just dreaming but when he woke up he went to the living room and saw the rug moving it was not a dream or he wasn't seeing was what was he seeing there is questions rushing through my head.

                       Abraham

Creative Writing - The Mysterious Pumpkin Carving

The Mysterious Pumpkin Carving

By Leilani

It  was the morning before Halloween, Lightning flashed rain poured heavily down while tree branches scraped the windows Bang Crash Crack....

Kristy Karter’s  favourite time of year is Halloween and her birthday. Kristy’s friends Kaitlyn, Lara, Lucy and Kellie always went ‘Trick or Treating’ together. It was kind of like a tradition.

Meanwhile Kristy Karter and her mother  set out to the local shops. Since her father worked late she rarely saw him so Kristy and her mum  had to  do the shopping together.

Anyway they were in search of a nice fat Pumpkin to carve for ‘Trick or Treating’ kristy’s favourite time of year. After a while Kristy cried “look mum, look over there there’s the perfect pumpkin”!! Her mum rushed over to where she was pointing and immediately paid for it. After that they wandered around a bit more until they saw it. The perfect knife was there standing before them begging for attention.

By the time the pair got home it was lunchtime. Wow they thought time flies by in minutes. For lunch they had freshly brought scones and jam with a little glass of orange juice. Kristy decided to carve her Pumpkin after dinner so that it will still be fresh in the morning. She decided to make herself useful and go organize her Halloween costume.

She decided to go as a Vampire with a long black dress, sharp pointy fangs, a  velvet red coat as red as blood, and pointy-toed black boots.

Then she headed downstairs to have dinner. As soon as she finished she  got the knife carefully out of the cupboard and set it on the table along with her Pumpkin. First she thought  hmm what type of face should I carve. I know I’ll draw it with fire shaped eyes, a big fat smile with long,sharp fangs to look like a vampire just like my costume.

As Kristy was carving she noticed something very unusual. Her pumpkin was glowing a strange orangey sunset colour. She thought ‘It’s probably just the light’.

That night she and her friends made arrangements to meet at Kristy’s house at 7.00 to go ‘Trick or Treating’. Everyone was quite happy about the time. That night at 10.7 Kristy put her gorgeous costume on and headed down stairs to retrieve her already finished carved pumpkin from her mother’s soft, gentle hands and made her way to the front door  waiting for her friends to arrive. At last her friends arrived. Kaitlyn came as a zombie, Lara was a witch, Lucy pretended to be Lara’s pet midnight black kitten and Kellie dressed up as a evil version of her.

While they were walking down the street Lara stopped and stared “Kristy, Kristy your  Pumpkin it’s talking!”. Lucy said “Lara don’t be silly it’s probably a technology one, right

Kristy, Kristy”. They all stared at kristy who was ghostly pale waiting for her answer, finally she was able to mutter “ I I  carved it myself”.

They all stared at her dumbstruck. “But that’s not possible” lara muttered, “that’s so true”, they all agreed. “Kristy did you see anything strange when you were carving your pumpkin”, Lara said.

“ The pumpkin was kind of glowing when I carved”.

“ did the knife you used look a bit like  this?” and showed her a drawing in her history notebook that looked exactly like the knife she had bought.

“ yes, it certainly looks like it”.

“Well then according to my notebook ‘if you use this knife on a vegetable it will make it talk, it may turn evil or nice, it depends’ she read.

“ It depends on  what”, Kristy asked.

“ Kristy did you carve the pumpkin while it was still fresh”.

“ Yes, Why?”

“ Well, at least  we now know if our pumpkin is evil or not”.

“ So what is it!!”.

“ It is evil”.

“ Whatt, how do you know because to me that is just ridiculous!”.

“ For your information, I know because it says right here that, if the pumpkin is still fresh while it is being cut it turns evil”.

“ Um, Lara is there someway to undo it, because I don’t think I like the idea of walking around with a evil,talking pumpkin”, Kellie whispered.

“Me too, everyone” agreed.

“ Well it says here that ‘ to reverse this curse you must find a replica of that knife and carve your vegetable again in exact spot and make sure the knife is glowing blue’.

“ Obviously we should search at the local shops as that was where Kristy got the original knife”.

“Agreed”.

In spite of their worries  they ran off too Lara’s house to see if she could give them a ride. They burst through the door

“ Hey mum, do you think you could drive us to the local shops before it close because we have a huge mystery to solve!” Lara exclaimed.

“ Wait slow down, did you just say you have a huge mystery to solve because before I agree to anything I would like to know what this is all about”.  You see lara’s mother was a detective that is why she is curious to know what was going on.

“Mummm, there is no time we have to leave right now, i’ll explain it in the car. “COME ON!!!!!!   

“ Okay, okay lets go”

On the way lar explained with as much detail as possible to her mum.

“Hang on are you saying that Kristy has somehow made a evil pumpkin and that we need to find a replica of it before it’s too late”.

“YES!!”

“ Okay here’s the plan as, soon as we get there we will spit up and we we find the knife we will bring to the others, pay for it and get out of there. “We will try and get in there and then get out as soon as possible, got it?”

“ Yes” they all replied.

When they got there they rushed inside found it in record time and hurried back to the car. Lara’s mum drove as fast as she could to Kristy’s house dropped them off and went back home.

They rushed inside and grabbed the pumpkin took it to the dining room and set to work carving it once again. Kristy took the knife from Lara and started carving the pumpkin in the exact same spot. As they stared the pumpkin glowed a bright baby blue colour. When the process was over they all waited to see if anything happened. They waited and waited, but there still was nothing. They were silent for a long time. Anyway it was Lara who broke the tension.

“I might as well look in my notebook and see what it says to do”.

“ It says that ‘once the process has finished and the pumpkin is glowing blue remove the knife wash the pumpkin in water and it should be back to normal, you will be able to tell if it’s back to normal if the carving has turned black”.

Kellie removed the knife washed the pumpkin and checked to see if it was black. Luckily it had turned black.

“ Well at least all that drama is done, now we can sit back and relax”.

“Agreed”.

So that was the end of their adventure.

The End

Creative Writing - The Mysterious Red Tuff

           The Mysterious Red Tuft

By Mia Booy

Ivy Forest Leaf was a forest dweller and a elementor, having all the powers in the world she could do everything but bring life to the world. Yet although she could magic up most things she wanted, Ivy knew that all she really believed in was just a friend that would understand her, but she knew that would never come into the world. Going to a school with young elves Ivy made little friends, and big enemies she could never control with her magic, of fear of hurting them so her life was always miserable because her only friends were in her imagination. She never got help and always had to stand up for herself on her own and was always ignored, excluded and treated unfairly as though her she was invisible to everyone, life couldn’t get any better. At home things did get better a little better Ivy was a pure tomboy and her brother Tom Leaf helped her control her powers and managed her tomboyish ways being a teenage boy himself, they would talk together about the techniques of being a tomboy so if Ivy ever meet a tomboy like her she would be able to teach so that person would know all the techniques and maybe just maybe she would make a friend. Whenever Ivy thought about that a warm friendly feeling swelled inside her and filled her up. Even though school was hard Ivy knew she could get through the day there were other people living out there with nothing to eat and no money to get more food, wethers ivy had lots of food and money to get more food so why was she complaining. Even though school was hard Ivy knew that it could be worse.

School carried on and the end of term felt as though it would never come. But worst still the bullies were making up for the long holiday ahead Ivy was called the restless target because she was the favourite punching bag everyone loved Ivy, not in a good way though and for these couple more weeks Ivy realized she was loved even more only for her existence, her existence to be punched. Even though Ivy hated this torture it was no point getting back she just went about her none punching days being punched kicked and tortured, the only time she could escape was when school ended she would run through the prickles and thorns and long cutty grass just to be with her family. Being with her family she felt safe sleep would come and school would arrive quick so ivy made her afternoon as wonderfully long as possible. One very uneventful morning Ivy woke to find a trail of small red tufts of fur, that meant an animal had taken a visit but how it had gotten up the ladder was a mystery to her. Ivy and her family lived in a small hut like house, one like the house in the movie the little house on the prairie. So as you can imagine there were stairs leading up to her bedroom (her brother slept down below), so any way the little tufts of fur were spread throughout the house and ran down to a little burrow ivy hadn’t noticed before. Down there was a little fox curled up in thistle down when the fox saw her kind face she leapt into her arms, Ivy cradled the small fox, when the little fox turned its head to nuzzle her face Ivy saw that only one name would suit this bundle, she would call this fox ginger. A few days later Ivy saw her dream come true this fox was all she was waiting for  her friend for life the one that understands her Ivy would never feel alone again.

 

Creative Writing - The Glowing Pumpkin

Inspired from one of

the images of Harris Burdick chronicles - Just Dessert.

I a.l.t Entertain my audience

The Glowing Pumpkin

By Bianca Arcilla

At home I’m sitting at my rocking chair keeping a secret that nobody is ever going to believe that happened. And because of all that madness, I get scared at night and hide in my blanket and never eat pumpkin soup.   

The  secret was that last week, I was just in the museum in my taxidermy chamber which is on the top floor. Nobody was there except for me. No wait, there were security guards shining their torches at the marble floor in the insect exhibit downstairs and my assistant outside my door guarding me, back facing towards my chamber.  While everybody was doing that, I was trying to stuff the Ghost Pumpkin, also thinking that the insides of the pumpkin should be for some sweet pumpkin pie.  When I held the knife readily to cut the pumpkin, I took a last look at the beautiful, neon orange skin of the pumpkin, but then suddenly, there was a blackout.  There were no lanterns or candles so I had to do the stuffing in the dark.

When I was went to chop the stalk, my knife was 5 inches away, ready to chop the top. But as I lowered the knife onto the skin, the pumpkin’s orange flesh  grew bright like a lantern so, as I saw this I cut a small piece as small as a papercut. Then a mysterious voice made my heart beat fast and gave me goosebumps . It called in a spooky voice“ Be careful my young one cause I‘m going to the insect exhibit.” Then when I lifted the knife I heard a blood curling scream as if somebody was getting stabbed in the neck.Quickly I jumped up and scurried down the stairs like a frightened fox to check it out , I found the security guards dead. As I went up the stairs… again, and into the chamber, and went inside, I cut another piece of the neon pumpkin and the voice repeated itself but called something else it called “I’m going up the stairs my dear” Soon, I heard wooden steps, pang! pang! pang!. When I have cut a third piece the voice called again “I’m now going to the door!”  and I found my assistant dead with his blue eyes open and his mouth with blood coming out. But I even saw the doorknob turning and I heard a creak.

Now finally, I had cut the stalk of the pumpkin. But this time, the voice did not speak no more. Instead, I looked up and saw with horror that instead that the spooky voice has revealed itself into pumpkin with a carved face.   Like the ones you see in halloween. But also, the pumpkin had a gray ghost body. Worst of all, he didn’t come in peace cause he was holding an axe with my initials on it; M.W. Soon I had a strange feeling why the pumpkin is called the Ghost Pumpkin. But anyway, the pumpkin called “You’ve cut me three times tonight. Now you’re dead meat!”

After this sentence, he tried to give me a straight cut with the axe on my hand but instead the axe was in between two of my fingers, so I ran from the museum and into the street. But as I turned around, the floating pumpkin’s head fell on the concrete, along with the axe. Oh well, maybe he can only live in the museum. Then a passing stranger told me that the thing is still trying to chase me

Now, I don’t know how but, the head of the ghost is sitting on the windowsill still having that smiling creepy face with the axe to make me go into the street so he can attack me,  since he stopped attacking me after I went home. But, the pumpkin is still going to haunt me for the rest of my life.