Missy Johnson

About me:

.. I am an habitually nocturnal omnivorous human of the female persuasion who has a complete inability to be prompt or tidy, and few future ambitions other than to not be reincarnated as a pumpkin ever again! A PUMPKINS DEMISE Based on actual events By Jeremy Johnson I could barely breathe as there were others around me tightly packed between two small slender walls. One day I saw a bright light beginning to emit from above me, immediately I felt warmth. The warmth was followed by a rough chiseled feeling all around me. Before I was squeezed tightly I saw light pink and textured lines. I gasped for air but it really wasn't necessary since the pressure around me subsided as I took a fast hard fall into this foul smelling brown material. It was moist, but quiet soft. Suddenly that same soft foul smelling material Was all around me. I glimpsed a sliver of bright light before I was submerged in pitch darkness. Twice daily I felt wetness, and slowly I started to swell. This was a new sensation for me. The more I swelled the bigger I got... until one day I grew roots, and a tiny runner. Daily I continued to get wet, continued to grow, but now it was at an accelerated rate. One day I reached up with my runner and breached the foul smelling brown material. I was temporarily stunned when I saw the bright light upon my green slender runner. Each day, I felt tiny drops of wetness on my leaves. I grew larger and longer, eventually sprouting a bud. Beasts with wings flapping so fast I couldn't see their color; along with smaller beasts that were annoyingly loud with black and yellow colors; crowded my sweet smelling flower. Eventually those beasts stopped coming and from the flower I began growing a round body. The wetness that fell upon me daily tapered off slightly, coming only in the morning when the light was barely visible. By mid-day my roundness grew hot and I felt the bright light drying me off. This continued for days, weeks even. Occasionally the bright light would fade away to silver fluffy things over my head. Whenever this happened; wetness flooded around my bottom half submerging my in a rapid flow of moisture. There were others around me. I could see them, but for some reason no matter how loud I shouted, they didn't answer me. Maybe they were babies, I thought? One day after trying to shout at the others like me, I felt coolness on my huge orange head. I was the biggest one from what I could see. The coolness gave way to cold. Gusty stuff blew my leaves around, sometimes blocking my view. I did not like this new sensation, as it was far worst than the warmth, which I'd become accustomed to. A few days later I felt wetness on my orange body but it was colder than anything I'd ever experienced before. It was white and seemed to be spitting from a dark silver fluffy thing overhead. What is this stuff I thought? Shortly after I adjusted to the cold wetness, I felt a sharp pain in the top of my head where I was attached to the length of my life. I was no longer lying on the brown foul smelling material; instead I was being bobbing back and forth. My bottom lay against the same pink think I remember from my first speckle of life. My sides were slammed against a blue soft material. Suddenly I was placed on a hard surface, and there were shinny long items next to me. I saw the shinny thing approach my head and then immediately felt a pain once again. A round hole was cut in my skull and then it was removed. I heard tiny snickers, "Mommy, can I do it?" while my brain cells were scraped out leaving only pain receptors behind. It hurt and I had no way to shout out. I was confused about what was happening. Again, one of the sharp shinny things careened into my face. Three triangles, one upside down was carved into the front of my skull, as it oozed sweet smelling orange blood. Then under the triangle, a shape I didn't recognize was cut. Later on after my torture was concluded I was moved again to an even harder surface than just before. I could see some green blades before me and little white speckles gently lying on top of them. Something removed the top of my skull again, and down inside my head slid a short orange cylindrical item. Then a glow emitted from it warming me up inside. I was left like that for hours. As I slowly filled with smoke, I began to cough. The coughing turned to hacking... I could barely breathe. Time after time, I heard the same words uttered over and over again, "Trick or Treat?" Then I grew dizzy my mind a haze. Til suddenly I was no more...