Holiday

Cold Christmas Hearth
Will he be home tonight? I can’t really say for sure. It’s Christmas time, a time for warm cuddly moments in our home and by the fireplace. It’s just not our home is warming again. I try so hard to catch his attention with going to the hair salon, buying the latest couture, looking ethereal. Yet my husband, over ten years, is just as taciturn as he was on the day we married. A married of convenience for our families. Love was never in the picture; it was a business deal and I was the prize. Merry Christmas to me.
By Daphsamabout a year ago in Fiction
Try This Cleanse
Sandy wouldn't be able to explain, later, how it got out of control. Everything was blurry and hardly any of it made sense.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
344 A Christmas Quantum Part 1: the Ghost of Christmas “Is”
All cool cats, eventually, should veer away from self-serving solipsism and ponder the "meaning of it all." It can't be all about bitchin' cars, "it" couples, clicks-and-likes, and liquidity, can it?
By Gerard DiLeoabout a year ago in Fiction
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 DiLeoabout a year 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 Vasasabout a year 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.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
More Mischief
In that moment between sleeping and waking, there are two ways of being. Either all is well in the world, or something is wrong. You can feel it when you've overslept, or when Someone is in the house.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year 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.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
Cellar Door. Top Story - December 2024.
When the nail rammed through his belly, Sandy was almost surprised that blood didn't spurt out, and his glassy expression didn't change.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
Top Wholesale Christmas Cake Boxes for Your Bakery. AI-Generated.
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By chris wideabout a year ago in Fiction
Bacchus of Thanksgiving
At the Hermitage Museum in St.Petersburg, Russia, the guide tells a group of American tourists in front of "Bacchus" by Rubens:
By Lana V Lynxabout a year 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.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction