Personal Narrative Essay: Pumpkin Pie

The downstairs old lady must be baking a pumpkin pie this evening. The entire apartment building smells disgustingly sweet. Knocking on her door and screaming at her to leave the building with her stupid pumpkin pie but the idea seemed to be.. too aggressive regarding the society’s standard on people’s social interactions. Looking normal and amicable to the neighbors was significant to stay undercover.
I bet she used a better quality of pumpkin than that she used last year since her pumpkin pie smells extra rich this year; my mother also baked pumpkin pie every year. After all, around this season of the year, I always had to have a cold piece of left over pumpkin pie for dinner. I figured that all the pumpkins must have been coming from the

Soon, the street will be full of children with ridiculous costumes on, knocking on strangers’ doors for useless candies. I considered Halloween as the most useless holiday ever in this country’s history since it encourages chronic childhood cavity and diabetes problems. Most importantly, those sugar-high children could end up in front a criminal’s house. Well, I’m glad that I do not get on young children if not, I might have had to prepare lists of props for this season. Young children sometimes do remind me of my childhood but they do not irritate me as much as young women do. After checking my email box, I took a shower and prepared for dinner. Realizing that I do not have anything left on my pantry, I picked up my coat. As soon as I took a step towards the front door, I heard the rain dropping on the brick floor. The sound gave me a great pleasure as I picked up my umbrella and headed down the street. Again, I carefully jumped over puddles to avoid any stains on my body. The street looked extra filthy

People walked around with children on their sides, shopping for the holiday. The more people to choose among the higher chance I get to find a fitting target for the day. As I quickly scanned through the crowd while walking around the place, I spotted a gorgeous blonde lady holding a bag of chocolate at the candy section. She seemed to be the type of a woman who could easily seduce a man and go to a pumpkin patch.
So I decided to wait for her. While waiting for her to be done with shopping, I picked up some stuff for my dinner too. As I expected, she did not have an umbrella with her so I offered her guidance to her place; she smiled upon my offer and soon, we were walking alongside to each other. Forced to stay as close as possible to each other, we took in each other’s breaths and walked down the street. It was about four blocks away from the supermarket. The next corner seemed perfect. With one of my hands tucked into my coat pocket as usual, I offered her a chance to leave her final words before the salvation. “What would you do if you were to do in the very next moment?” I said,
The woman glanced up and gave a puzzled look. I liked her reaction. Bewilderment. Despite the confusion that must have filled up her entire head, she