Halloween Vines Quotes

A Halloween flower, if ever there was one, would smell like an onion, have thorns like a rose. With charcoal black petals and vines that entangle, t'would grow under moonlight in mud, I suppose.

Opening the box, they withdrew the thick plastic grave markers. His lips twitched as he scanned the epitaphs: R.I.P. Van Winkle, Dee Cayed, I.M. Gone, and Barry R. Bones. "Dracula, Fangs for the Memories," he read aloud and, chuckled. Grace held up her favorite. "Rigger Mortys. Death Grips and Holds Me Tight, But I Shall Return on Halloween Night." Tongue-in-cheek, he asked her, "What would your headstone say?" "She Threw a Great Party," came to mind. "How about yours?" "Death by Decorating.

The caterer would like to use your sideboard buffet for the skull platters, raven plates, and broomstick-style forks. The florist will provide a bouquet of black roses. The cauldron punch and batwing cups will go on the dining room table." "Menu?" Amelia requested. "We'd discussed finger food last week. What did you finally decide?" Grace ticked off the items. "All the food is easy to eat while standing," she assured Amelia. "Chicken-witch fingers, miniature goblin burgers, chocolate crescent witch hats, ghost sugar cookies, pumpkin Bundt cake, sliced caramel apples, small popcorn balls, and a big bowl of candy corn.

I’m vine.” Dad looked around. “Wow, Kate, this sure is a seedy part of town,” he said with a sigh. “What? No!” Kate held her hands up in surrender. “I guess last night will always give us pumpkin to talk about.” “Dad, no. Please,” Kate begged. “Boy, those pumpkins sure got… squashed.” He scooted a damaged pumpkin out of the road with his foot. “Do you think we can put any back together… with a patch? A pumpkin patch.” Kate looked around to see if anyone was close enough for Dad to tell jokes to besides herself. She was out of luck. “I guess it makes sense the Jack-o’-lanterns lost the fight. They’re pretty empty-headed.” “Too soon, Dad,” Kate said. “Too soon.” She turned to go. “Wait!” Dad yelled at her. She turned to see what he wanted. “I don’t feel so gourd.” Kate rolled her