Holiday
Rudolph's Retribution. Content Warning.
It was the year Christmas didn’t happen. Everything began normal for the North Pole residents, who woke up Christmas Eve morning oblivious that by nightfall, Christmas would be canceled for countless boys and girls worldwide. They went about their business never suspecting that evil was in their midst.
By Mother Combsabout a year ago in Fiction
Getting the bird
Oh Jeff ... I love you too ... but ... The birds have got to go. I mean, seriously? The partridge in the pear tree, that was sweet. You remembered how I talked about Christmas when I was a kid, and that song, and all those memories. And really, I’ve no idea how you even managed to find a live partridge – you don’t get them in pet shops, right? – and persuaded it to stay perched in a rinky-dink little pear tree while you brought it round.
By Andy Pottsabout a year ago in Fiction
SANTA CLAUS : The Christmas's Magic
Santa: The Christmas Magic With the December wind and chilled season comes the bright lighting on houses and streets, with one known figure in full light. It is Santa Claus, donning his famous red suit, laughing heartily, and carrying a bag full of gifts. Not only a character in stories but more so a reflection of hope, generosity, and that very magic that would make Christmas so special and worth having.
By Aman Yadavabout a year ago in Fiction
351 Memoirs of Eddie H. Christ, Jesus' Little Brother: Star of Bethlehem
Jesus, although the son o’God, was also made up of the same star stuff everyone else is. Look, you’ve got carbon, oxygen, zinc, iron, and a lot of other stuff in you. But God didn’t make any of that in the beginning. In fact, the Big Bang resulted mainly in a lot of hydrogen and heat—eventually. And no heavier elements at first. So how do we have bodies based on carbon, blood that has iron-based hemoglobin carrying oxygen, cellulose for wood, Boswellia for frankincense, and a shitload of myrrh? How'd we get from just a bunch of hydrogen to all of this other stuff that made up life as we knew it?
By Gerard DiLeoabout a year ago in Fiction
Chronicles from the Heart of The Metropolis: Butterfly District
As the clock chimed noon, a breathtaking spectacle unfolded: butterflies, not merely in the millions or billions, but in a number so vast it defied comprehension. Those on the street were overwhelmed, their minds grappling with the impossibility of counting such a crowd. When I say everyone, I mean every single person - no calamity, no raging fire, nor any act of violence could ever summon forth such a crowd from their cars, homes, subways, cafes, hotels, shops, banks, hospitals, schools, government buildings, and offices. It was a moment unlike any other, where an inexplicable, joyous urge compelled each individual to step into the light of day, to embrace the wonder of existence. The air buzzed with excitement as if the very essence of life had conspired to draw them all together in a celebration of beauty and freedom.
By Safia Adilabout a year ago in Fiction
Snowy Night
Snowy Night D. A. Ratliff I stood on the street corner, enjoying the falling snow and how it muffled the sounds of the city. I checked the time. It was eight pm, which gave me time to grab dinner before Uber arrived at nine to take me to LaGuardia. The red eye to Los Angeles took off at eleven-twenty, and I’d better be on it, or I’d be in trouble. My mother had commanded me to come home for the holidays. It had been five years since I had gone, so I guess it’s time.
By D. A. Ratliffabout a year ago in Fiction
350(+) — Bonus Story: Competition from the South Pole
Ol' St. Frick, aka Clanta Sars, fretted. The numbers just weren't coming in. She had been at it just as long as Ol' St. Nick, aka Santa Claus, but no children were writing her with Christmas list requests like what Santa got.
By Gerard DiLeoabout a year ago in Fiction
Beneath the Mistletoe Moon
The town of Evergreen Hills was famous for its picturesque winter scenery. Tucked between rolling hills and blanketed by snow every December, it felt like stepping into a storybook. The streets sparkled with holiday lights, wreaths hung on every door, and the town square boasted a towering Christmas tree that glimmered beneath the silvery glow of the moon.
By Thomas Vasasabout a year ago in Fiction
