Not a Fan: Pumpkin Chuckin’

Pumpkin Chuckin’ (Hear, ye! Hear ye! You’re invited to: The First Annual Chuckin’ of Pumpkins at Mount Eredren, Shayari Presented by Mount Eredren’s Ranger Core Judged [under duress] by its commander, Jerlo Come one; come all and have a ball!) ~ ~ ~ How’d I get into this situation? Jerlo wondered as his Rangers built trebuchets and catapults from odd bits at stations on the green. ‘Team building’, no way, it’s play- time for adults dressed up as ‘team-building’ and it cost him a day’s worth of patrols. A day for the forest to play, boding ill for people stupid enough to stroll about an … Continue reading Not a Fan: Pumpkin Chuckin’

Carving Pumpkins

Carving Pumpkins Neither he nor she, but it; not human but magic kind, it squats scooping the guts from a pumpkin. Tweaking a wicker man’s body to crown with the pumpkin its cut, the ratty humanoid creature ignores the clinking chains that bind it to this spot. It’s outlived its sanity; life’s a chore. It carves squash flesh, to make faces that’ll rot, It hunches over the jack-o-lantern. A man watches, his hand gripping his sword, a flash of a pink cheek makes his anger burn. He advances, severs chains with his sword. Once freed the sculptor, in its arms settled, the fresh jack-o-lantern he had jostled. … Continue reading Carving Pumpkins