suspicious, he was hiding something. Staying cool, Djara responded, "Where exactly can I find her?" The pumpkin popped both knuckles, and gave another snicker. "Heres a hint!" The pumpkins slowly began rising from the air. One by one, they swiftly flew towards Djara. Panicking, she whacked the first with her broom, it flying off far into the distance. Her broom was an excellent melee weapon, as each pumpkin thrown at her was whacked into infinity. As intense as it was, she almost found this to be enjoyable. If a giant pumpkin wasn't trying to kill her, she'd be having a good amount of fun. The pumpkins were steadily increasing in speed, it wouldn't be long before one broke through her defense, and knocked her out cold. "You have to hurry up! Are you getting tired?" The pumpkin's voice grew more sinister, as he levitated more pumpkins. Djara understood now, they wouldn't stop. They would never stop, until she killed the pumpkin. "Hurry hurry!" He said, laughing. Levitating a plump pumpkin, it swiftly attacked Djara. Blocking it with the broom, it smashed the head of the pumpkin. His body fell to the ground, reduced to a mound of
hay. The pumpkins fell to the ground, Djara gave a breath of relief. This white witch, whoever she was, would be a hard find.
5.Good Thing the Guts Don't Talk
Pumpkin guts, it seemed that the whole patch was covered in them. Even though only two were smashed, they left a good amount of debris. The shiny object stood out visibly with the orange good and seeds; it must of enchanted the talking pumpkin. Djara walked toward, careful not to get any pumpkin on her shoes. Picking it up, she wiped a thin veil of pumpkin off. It was a pendant, diamond shaped, with a strong metal frame. The chain dangled impatiently, almost as it was talking to Djara. Would it be an enchantment? And couldn't it do anything else to get her attention? It brought a pumpkin to life, gosh darnit! But, it ceased dangling. Cautious, she spread the chain out. It was always a bad idea to put on anything enchanted, but did she really have a choice? Maybe the dangling was to tell her it was safe, that it would not hurt her. That being the case or not, it was good enough for her. She put the pendant on. Instantly, her head was overcome by a blinding light. She fell to the ground, or did she? The light rushed to her brain in bursts; darkness, then a rush of light; darkness, then a rush of light. The light stopped, leaving pure darkness. The darkness slowly segued into reality, reality slowly segued into the pumpkin patch. The pumpkin patch slowly segued into the pumpkin guts. Sticky, seedy, pumpkin guts. Pumpkin guts.
6: Eight Miles High
Djara needed her broom, that was the first thought after she put on the pendant. She kept it on, was
hay. The pumpkins fell to the ground, Djara gave a breath of relief. This white witch, whoever she was, would be a hard find.
5.Good Thing the Guts Don't Talk
Pumpkin guts, it seemed that the whole patch was covered in them. Even though only two were smashed, they left a good amount of debris. The shiny object stood out visibly with the orange good and seeds; it must of enchanted the talking pumpkin. Djara walked toward, careful not to get any pumpkin on her shoes. Picking it up, she wiped a thin veil of pumpkin off. It was a pendant, diamond shaped, with a strong metal frame. The chain dangled impatiently, almost as it was talking to Djara. Would it be an enchantment? And couldn't it do anything else to get her attention? It brought a pumpkin to life, gosh darnit! But, it ceased dangling. Cautious, she spread the chain out. It was always a bad idea to put on anything enchanted, but did she really have a choice? Maybe the dangling was to tell her it was safe, that it would not hurt her. That being the case or not, it was good enough for her. She put the pendant on. Instantly, her head was overcome by a blinding light. She fell to the ground, or did she? The light rushed to her brain in bursts; darkness, then a rush of light; darkness, then a rush of light. The light stopped, leaving pure darkness. The darkness slowly segued into reality, reality slowly segued into the pumpkin patch. The pumpkin patch slowly segued into the pumpkin guts. Sticky, seedy, pumpkin guts. Pumpkin guts.
6: Eight Miles High
Djara needed her broom, that was the first thought after she put on the pendant. She kept it on, was
