Holiday
343 Make the North Pole Great Again
"Sir?" asked an elf. "Yes, Pippy?" answered Santa. "Sir, about the NICE list. Last month someone from the NAUGHTY list was transferred over to it." Pippy held a tightly rolled-up scroll. Santa waved his fingers, indicating Pippy should let it spill out onto the floor, which it did.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
The Nutcracker’s Gift
Snow fell softly on the town of Pinewood, coating its streets and rooftops in a shimmering blanket of white. The bustling holiday market filled the air with laughter, the scent of roasted chestnuts, and the cheerful hum of carolers. In the center of the market, beneath a grand Christmas tree adorned with twinkling lights, stood Clara Bennett, a young girl with bright eyes and a heart full of wonder.
By Thomas Vasas2 years ago in Fiction
Jingle Hell
Why did they think burning him would do any good? Like swatting a wasp: they'd just made him angry. One side of his face was exactly the same, the expression unchanged. Still, she could tell he was angry. It emanated from him in poisonous waves. The other side of his face was burnt black. Cracks spiderwebbed out from where his cheekbone would've been. His forehead was dented. The corner of his mouth was pulled down in a ghastly sneer. Some of the white of his eye had survived whatever Karl had tried to do. A glint of brightness amongst the soot and charred plastic. If you squinted in the half light, the way Sandy did now, it made him look even more alive. Even more malicious. Rooted to the spot, Sandy felt, for a dizzying moment, like different versions of her splintered off. Like she was standing in a mirror, and it cracked.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Scream on a Beam. Content Warning.
Her scream threatened to bring the ceiling down on her head. Her face was a horrified rictus, unable to tear her eyes off the wretched shape dangling from the beam. Poor Malcolm. His tabby fur looked scraggly, his eyes glassy, and his tongue protruded. A tiny voice in the back of her mind said, the kids will hear you. They'll be scared. They'll come down to see what's wrong... Rooted to the spot, staring at poor, dead Malcolm, Sandy's brain worked overtime. Where had the creepy little bastard gone? How could she protect the children? She was ready to move, any moment now... When arms reached out of the shadows to grab her, and a hand clamped across her mouth.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Top Wholesale Christmas Cake Boxes for Your Bakery. AI-Generated.
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By chris wide2 years ago in Fiction
The Little Asshole
By the time Karl came in from the garden, stamping mud off his boots, Sandy was a gibbering mess. She'd imagined him strangled with tinsel, or stabbed with a kitchen knife. "Hey..." He pulled her close and mumbled reassurances against her hair. She pointed. His gaze fell on Jingles, and his face creased in mild confusion. "Why didn't you leave it in the attic?" he said. "Are you trying to recreate the scene? There's no n-" Sandy interrupted him with a wail. "No!" she sobbed. "I didn't!" I thought you did, and then I thought... I thought..." He waited for her to say the crazy thing, holding her like china. Watching her like a pony that might bolt, or haul off and thump him with a nutcracker. Between hiccoughs, Sandy dabbed her eyes and in a shaky voice, asked him to swear he hadn't brought the creepy elf back downstairs. "We have to get rid of it," she said, as firmly as she was able. "Not just stick it upstairs. Take it far away and burn it." "Okay," he said, rubbing her back and patting as if she really were a tightly wound horse. "Okay. I'll take it tonight. "No!" she shrieked, beginning to unravel. "It has to be now! I can't be in the house with it anymore, I just can't!" "But..."Karl frowned. "I have that interview. It's really important." Sandy tried desperately to remember which job he was going for. Guilt pricked at her, and she didn't want to ask. "Oh," she said, "Of course." Sandy sat on the sofa facing Jingles, her mouth set in a grim line. "Babe...?" Karl sounded worried now. "I'm not moving. I'm keeping the little asshole where I can see him until you get back. Hurry, okay?" She didn't see Karl leave. Jingles stared back at her. The minutes crawled by. Sandy watched the elf all day, and it didn't move even once. Not even a twitch. Not even a wink.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
The Tree . Top Story - December 2024.
The Tree D. A. Ratliff The snow looked fresh and pristine, and I hoped this would be fun. I had my doubts. It had taken quite a bit of convincing to get me to agree to trudge through the deep Colorado snow to find a Christmas tree.
By D. A. Ratliff2 years ago in Fiction
Revisiting "Home Alone"
It was Christmas Eve in the McCallister house, and the air was thick with holiday chaos. Kevin McCallister, an 8-year-old with a sharp wit and a mischievous streak, found himself in the middle of the typical whirlwind. Family members were shouting across the house, running around in a panic, all trying to prepare for their trip to Paris the next day. It was the time of year when everyone’s Christmas spirit was tested by last-minute packing, gift wrapping, and a dinner that never seemed to be served on time. (Cue the “Why is this happening to me?!” look)
By LatestWriter2 years ago in Fiction
