Listen. I'm tired of your shit. Yes, you. Yours in particular. Get off my lawn.

Luckily for you, it's Halloween. You can put on a costume and saunter right up to my door. I'll never know it's you. I'll just figure it's some other Slutty Pineapple.

This is an anonymous week

You will be contacting N. Senada via PM or NSenadaSA at gmail.com to sign up and submit your story. Only after signups close will this person reveal how many people signed up this week.

The judges this week will not even know who signed up, let alone who wrote the story. The caveat is, I am not going to tell you who the other judges are, so no judge pandering this week (other than to me; I also take bribes).

What to write about?

I'm tired of your shit. Of whining that you don't get the prompt. Of whining that you DID meet the prompt, it was just a loose interpretation. This week it's easy. YOUR STORY MUST HAVE A PUMPKIN IN IT. Like a physical, actual pumpkin. Not a pumpkin spice latte. Not a lonely house or a butt as a metaphor for a pumpkin, but A FUCKING PUMPKIN. the orange kind. With a stem. Tastes like shit and is gross to carve. THAT KIND OF PUMPKIN. I don't care what the hell you do with that pumpkin, or what genre it is, or anything else, other than YOU HAVE A PUMPKIN IN YOUR STORY.