As the candle is lit,
the pumpkin's face
fills with a warm yellow.
I set it out on the porch,
facing it towards the street,
the sharp eyes overlooking the kids.
It beckons them forth,
where I hand them their reward,
the pumpkin always watching.
After a while,
I blow the light out,
leaving the pumpkin dark and hollow.
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13 Days of Halloween 2015
Short StoryThese stories may or may not relate to Halloween, but I seem to get really creative around Halloween. So I thought why not? Ranging from the mundane to strange transformations, these stories were written to test my current writing and thinking abili...
