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I am a pumpkin. Hello.
In the beginning, my life was idyllic: Days spent with my family in the patch; The
sunlight warming my skin. Idyllic.
Until they came without warning – cruel hands dragging me roughly from my
dreams into a wheeled box.
I was carried past my brothers and sisters and friends. My family. I cried out for
rescue but my kin remained silent and unmoving. Perhaps fearing similar fate.
My home began to fade in the distance. And suddenly, everything went dark.
When I came to my senses, I saw that my abductors had placed me on hard grey
earth. I was afraid I had just been left to die. Now I know if I had, I would have
The pain was incredible. I became dizzy – nauseated. They had cut a giant hole in
my skull and were now tearing my innards from my body and strewing them before
me, like ribbons from a gift.
Moments later, the knives returned, impaling me over and over again.
What made those people do what they did that day? I do not know. I began to think
they were playing some sort of mad game especially when they put a really big knife
inside me and just sort of waved it around.
When the cutting was done I sat in shock, not daring to think that the torture might
be at an end. But of course it was not.
They lowered a stick of hot fire into my belly. Burning, burning flame.
My captors had carved a gruesome visage into me, as if this was all some kind of
demented joke. Who were these sick people and why had they done this to me? Why?
A while later, I returned to consciousness and heard someone approaching. A
glimmer of hope sprang up inside me. Could these be my liberators, come to save me
from this hell? No – it was a parade of tiny demons who stared at my ruined body. I
knew then that the reason I had been hacked and disfigured was merely for the
entertainment of these demons. They were even receiving some sort of payment from
my captors for coming to see me. They tormented me and mocked me. My humiliation was complete.
And now, now I sit mangled, deformed, waiting for the sweet peace of death to