Here's a short story I wrote for school a couple months back, hope you like it

Sara pulled out of the parking lot of the grocery store, and began heading home after a stressful afternoon of Thanksgiving shopping. She was not looking forward to cooking enormous amounts of food for a bunch of distant relatives she didn’t even like, and then only for one night. And after that, she’d have to get ready for Christmas! She couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed.
Then, Sara saw a break in the endless cornfields that stretched for miles out here in the country. Inside the gap were a small farmhouse and a vegetable garden. The house itself wasn’t anything special, old and run-down. But what had caught her eye was the content of the garden. They were only pumpkins, but they were more. They were perfect. The pumpkins’ size, shape, that ripe shade of orange; all were flawless. She had the sudden urge to stop, so she slammed on the brakes while turning sharply, causing many cars behind her to swerve, honking furiously, but she wasn’t even aware of it. She slowed as she drove onto the dirt path that sufficed for a driveway. She got out and headed for the garden.
The patch was tended by an ancient couple, so old Sara wondered how they moved around at all without breaking bones. But they were thrilled that had actually stopped at their house, most just passed by. Sara, on the other hand, had a hard time believing that, remembering the overpowering feeling she had felt when merely glimpsing those pumpkins. The couple invited Sara to look through the pumpkins and pick one that she liked. So Sara started poring over them, searching for a flaw, any flaw. But her search was in vain, so she finally chose a medium-sized pumpkin, about the size of her head. She had little trouble lifting it. She approached the old couple and tried to pay them, but they denied money.
“You just go home and enjoy it, won’t you?” the old woman said, clasping Sara’s hands warmly and smiling softly. Sara nodded and grinned back. Thanking the couple profusely, she jogged back to her car, the pumpkin tucked under her arm.
“Enjoy it!” the old man said mockingly as Sara drove away, his eyes glowing eerily. The old man and woman both started laughing malevolently. Then in the wink of an eye, the old couple, the farmhouse, and the garden, all disappeared, without a trace.
In Sara’s car, the pumpkin was jostled a little by a speed bump. As a result, the surface shimmered slightly, like light over a smooth lake. Also, a low growl seemed to sound from it. But Sara didn’t notice her mind was elsewhere.

Sara pulled into her driveway, got out of the car, and circled around back to take out the groceries. Holding them all in one arm, she then moved around the passenger door, and pulled out the pumpkin and tucked it under her arm. Then, with a smile still on her face, she entered her house through the garage. She felt much better about Thanksgiving than she did less than an hour ago. She headed toward the kitchen to set the groceries down, but she didn’t see the extension cord stretched out in front of her. She tripped, and everything flew out of her hands. Eggs cracked, sending shells all over the floor. Glass jars shattered, sending a myriad of glittering shards in the air. But Sara didn’t notice any of that; all she could see was the pumpkin. It sailed across the room, rotating slowly. She was horrified, expecting it to smash on the floor. But when it finally made contact, it bounced, giving off a brilliant flare of a light that momentarily blinded Sara. She also heard a sound not unlike a rubber ball bouncing off glass. When her eyes refocused, she saw the pumpkin, sitting on the ground right in front of her face, completely unharmed. She stared at it, shocked beyond the point of comprehensible thought.
“Wha…wha…what?” she finally said aloud, her voice shaking with uncertainty. “What happened? What was that?” but only silence answered her, a silence that roared in her ears. She got up from the floor, not taking her eyes off the pumpkin. She stared at it for a minute or so longer, but then she went back to the kitchen to see if she could clean up the mess she caused. As she cleaned up the glass and the egg yolks, she constantly looked at the pumpkin warily, but it did nothing.
After about an hour, Sara started to hear it. It was a barely audible whisper in the back of her mind, and not knowing what it was saying annoyed her. She tried to ignore it as she went about her Thanksgiving duties, like decorating the house in gold, orange, and green, carving the turkey, and preparing all the other foods. But the whisper could not be ignored. It became louder, but still not intelligible. The noise, like the wind blowing through the trees, was driving her mad. She ran over to the pumpkin and kicked it. The pumpkin flared with the same light as before, except this time, Sara felt an electric charge suffuse her body. She fell to the ground as her body went numb. The feeling left her immediately, and she sprang back to her feet, glaring at the pumpkin hatefully. The whisper grew louder.

Sara sat in an easy chair in her living room, silent as a stone. She stared unblinkingly at the pumpkin which she had placed in another chair across from her. She had the uneasy feeling it was staring back at her. The room was silent, but the air was crackling with energy, like the air before a lightning strike.
“Well?” Sara said as calmly as she could. “What is the point of scaring me? Why did you do that? What are you?” she had the feeling the whisper in her head was trying to answer, but she still couldn’t make out the words. The pumpkin didn’t move “What do you want from me?” she said, her control slipping as the whisper grew louder once more. She gripped the sides of her skull, trying to stop the voice.
“What do you WANT from me?!” she repeated, a little louder than she had intended. The pumpkin still didn’t do anything, at least not visibly. “Why are you scaring me like this?! What’s going on?! WHAT ARE YOU?!” she screamed, tears of anger and fear streaming down her face. Sara had finally lost her nerve. As she quieted down, and the whisper grew louder, she realized that there was more than one voice, which was why she couldn’t make it out. This just made her more frightened.
“Well, answer me, whatever you are!! WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!” she shouted, sobbing as she sank back into her seat. Funny, she couldn’t remember getting up. She sat in silence once more for a few minutes before she rose from the chair and headed for the kitchen.
“FREEDOM.”
The whispers in her head had unified into one, horrible, loud voice. Sara was almost knocked down by the force of the noise. She stumbled, however, and had to catch herself on a doorframe. As she steadied herself, she stared at the pumpkin, disbelieving. She didn’t want to believe that the pumpkin had actually spoken to her, but it had been so real, so fresh in her mind.

She picked up the pumpkin swiftly and took it to the kitchen. She set it on the counter, and then opened a drawer behind her. She rifled through for a few seconds before turning back around, holding a large butcher knife, a determined look on her face. Sara raised the knife, and brought it down on the pumpkin. She slowed down when he saw what was happening, though. The pumpkin was glowing with an eldritch light. She lowered the knife, and it grew brighter. Sara decided that this was just another tactic to try and scare her. So she raised the knife again, and brought it down with as much force as she could muster.
An earth-shattering boom rang in Sara’s head. Stars burst in her vision as she was thrown back into a wall by the force of the blast. No one else seemed to feel or hear anything; no one screamed, no dogs barked, no one shared her pain but her. Light like a ghostly fire was pouring out of the gash Sara had made, but she saw that it was beginning to take form. Tendrils of smoke rose from the gash, but then these solidified and darkened to a green, like vines. The vines wrapped around each other, Thickened, formed five smaller tendrils at the end.
With a gasp, Sara realized what it was. It was an arm, made out of ghostly vines. Another gash appeared on the pumpkin’s surface, and another arm grew out of the crevasse. 2 more gashes appeared near the bottom, and legs grew from there. Then, one of the arms stretched out, and picked up the knife that Sara had dropped. The hand carved itself eyes, two triangular eyes.
The eyes swept over the room, and they caught sight of Sara, who couldn’t move. Her legs wouldn’t obey her frantic brain’s commands. The pumpkin-creature approached her, brandishing the knife, and Sara’s body finally reacted. She jolted, as if she’d been in a trance. But then she saw the pumpkin creature. She screamed bloody murder at the top of her lungs, and ran. She ran as she had never run before, screaming all the while.

What didja think?

Wow thanx for all the feedback!

Well that would explain it then

Oh, okay, sorry. I'll post it in regular stuff, just so people can read it better

I'm going to move around the paragraphs since this damn post won't let me indent

It doesn't have a title yet

okay, here's the result of an exercise in Creative Writing: We had to write a very short story in ONLY 55 words. I thought it was quite good, actually. Go ahead and count the words, I know you want to.

A Full Moon
He had been fourteen when he was bitten, a dark Halloween night. It had been two years since then, and he was able to control the transformations now. Except on full moon nights. It was Halloween, the round moon bright against the black sky. He felt it begin....

A bone-chilling howl echoes through the darkness