I’ve been sitting here on this porch for days now. Not a single human to gleem upon my glorified gory self. The wind has been blowing through each and every neatly cut surface of my face. Not to mention, flies have been living inside my hollow head since the second week of October. We’re nearing Halloween, and I’m already rotting from the inside out. No one’s here to take me from my misery. 

    I glance around the little view I have, but the only thing to be seen is that stupid dog from the neighbors. That dog has been trying to eat the little contents I am, but it never succeeds. It just sits there and watches me now though. Nothing more, but nothing less either. I wonder why it’s been sitting there. There’s nothing more to me than a gory mess of a child who’s most likely going through a phase. 

    If I could, I’d sigh and yell at this dog, but I’m only but a creation of mankind. I’m just a jack-o-lantern that a child has made, and now I just sit. When will this pain and suffering end. It’s too cold, and my candle had blown out the day I was brought out here. The human’s have not even glanced at me when they leave, not even the small child who created me. Am I that hideous where my own creator wants nothing to do with me?

    That’s when I hear the creak open behind me, and I can’t even see which human it is. They sound like the older boy who helped the young girl create me.

    “Yeah, yeah. I’m about to grab my sister’s pumpkin, don’t worry,” the male voice says as he picks me up. “It’s rotted, and I doubt my sister would mind anyways.”

    What is he talking about? What is he about to do with me?

    “I’m positive! Geez. Are you that much of a whimp to smash a measly pumpkin?”

    That’s what this is!? I can’t believe these selfish humans! That’s all they wanted from me!? Carve me a face, let me rot on the concrete porch, then smash me? Humans are cruel. I’d yell at them if I could, but I can’t. No vocal cords to say what I need. This male is bringing me to my doom. The horrid backyard. The place I’m about to meet my demise. 

    “Alright guys,” he says and places me on the ground, “you ready to smash this pumpkin?” he asks, and I can catch a glimpse of that evil smirk.

    I see all of his friends nod their heads as one hands the male a bat. I hear the chuckle of him before I meet my doom. My hollowed out head slatters against the grass, and the loud cheers of his friend grow louder. If only I could have stopped them before my own light of life burnt out.

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I wrote this today actually. It was a prompt from the 28th, but I didn't see it until today... the story was also due today... soooooo. At least I got it done!!!!