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The pumpkin story #100words #Drabbleweek

“Alice took the enormous pumpkin and ran for her life. She didn't want to be spotted by the elves that had perhaps hidden the pumpkin under the banyan tree.

All of a sudden, she tripped on a huge boulder and the pumpkin flew off her hand. Alice’s eyes grew wide in horror as she witnessed the pumpkin hit the ground with a mighty fall.

THUD! It made a huge noise and exploded splashing red blood all over Alice.”

The school bell rang to signal the end of the story-telling period forcing Deepa to continue the story for the next session.

Word count: 100

Written in response to the day 2 prompt " The pumpkin exploded" at the Drabble week for marathon bloggers.


  1. Ah, I love the way you wove a story within a story :) Now you need to finish it! I'm eager to know more :)

    1. haha, Shailaja..maybe one day I'll try to finish the story :-)

  2. blood in pumpkin! whatte gory story! :D

    1. imagination running its own course, Abha! :-D

  3. Nice one but I wish you had woven more of a fairy tale :) Btw, is there a way to participate in this marathon bloggers drabble without being on FB?

    1. umm..maybe you can create a FB profile for your blog and then participate? that way your personal profile won't be exposed? let me know if you'd want to do that, I can invite your blog profile then :-)

    2. Thanks but I am anti-FB, that's why I quit :) Anyway I will look out for other contests that can be done without FB.

  4. :) Nice one but blood in the pumpkin how did that happen :)


    1. Everyone is alive in a fairytale, remember, Bikram? :-)

  5. hehehe!! I hope she gets to finish her awesome story!

  6. Blood in the pumpkin! Some story it must have been.

    1. Yes, I should explore more, I guess..even I'm intrigued! ;-)

  7. I enjoyed reading this. Wish you would have added a bit more punch to it, though:)

    1. thanks, Mayuri! I deliberately kept it that way, Mayuri..wanted to experiment with simple narration without the usual twists in the end :-)


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