Oh, it was time.
The time is coming!
The time is coming.
Where we would all be slaughtered.
Slaughtered for fun. Why us pumpkins? What did we do to deserve this? Is it because we're delicious? Terrifying? We need to know.
Oh on hallows eve we are slaughtered. Is that all there is to life? Being cut up, emptied, and lit up. We just want to live, not die for some holiday. Aren't we all supposed to have fun?
The time is coming, the time is coming!
We must run, we must run to where it is safe.
The field away from all living beings. The place where only pumpkins are to be.
Oh, why must we be in the limelight?!
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Holiday Short Stories (Zquatix)
General FictionThe cover updates every Holiday Short Story I make. Almost all of them are horror or sadness. Including: Pumpkin Limelight and more.
