Susanna Leonard Hill’s Halloweensie 100-word story writing competition (using the words pumpkin, broomstick, and creak) inspired me to produce the following piece of classic literature this week. It also inspired my son to create an illustration for the story. I hope you enjoy it. And if you don’t, well, I’ll sick the flying monkeys on you. Cheers!
One Halloween night, Witch searched her cottage for her broomstick.
“I’ll turn into a pumpkin if I don’t ride before midnight!” she cried.
The potion-packed pantry contained no broomstick.
Clock chimed eleven.
Witch searched closets, finding only skeletons.
Five minutes till midnight! Beetle boogers!
She tugged the attic door.
“I’m NOT coming out,” declared Broom.
“I hear brooms burn!” threatened Witch.
She threw a ball of bats at Broom.
Witch struck a match, cackling “Fire!”
Clock chimed midnight.
Lightning zizzled! Flames flared, blazed and baked!
“I smell cinnamon,” sniffed Broom. “Yum! Witch pumpkin pie.”
And just in case you haven’t had enough of pumpkins, several hundred showed up at the Hoes Down Harvest Festival in early October…