Holiday
Santa Claus' Post-Hallmark Staycation
When Santa Claus entered his bedroom, he smiled. Jessica had fallen asleep in front of the television. His wife of centuries (his dimples appeared as he remembered that her white locks hid the crimson of her youth) had fallen asleep watching some Hallmark movie. He turned off the television as he turned towards their bed. As he hung up his coat, a plan began to coalesce, one that brought a suppressed chuckle. But first, sleep; he was crashing from the sugar high of the night's ride and was already beginning to slow.
By Jamais Jochim2 months ago in Fiction
The Library That Opened Only at Midnight
No one noticed the library at first. That wasn’t unusual in Graybridge. People hurried through the town like they were late for something important, even when they weren’t sure what it was. Stores opened and closed. Cafés changed names. But the narrow street behind the old cinema remained ignored, lit by a single flickering lamp.
By Yasir khan2 months ago in Fiction
The Dark Day of Christmas
It was supposed to be the perfect white Christmas. Snow had been falling softly since dawn, blanketing our small town in a hush. The tree in the corner glowed, the smell of pine and gingerbread filled the house, and wrapped presents promised joy. My family was all there—Mom, Dad, my little sister Lily. We were in our pajamas, a fire cracking in the hearth, when the phone rang.
By LegacyWords3 months ago in Fiction
Legend of the Santybaras
Long ago, in the land of Llawenglen, a grand fir tree grew in the spot where four mountains meet, whose roots were intertwined with a strand of ancient holiday magic. Every year, when the clock struck midnight on the first of December, the magic awoke. A magnificent choir sprung forth from the tree and spread Christmas cheer throughout the land. The santybaras sang as they inaugurated the holiday season by dressing their beloved tree with the shiniest of baubles, sparkliest of garlands, and twinkliest of string lights. They wore hand-knitted sweaters and red hats with white trim and always had hot cocoa ready for serving.
By Mollie Narutovics3 months ago in Fiction
Operation Missile-toe
“Johnson, come in. Close the door and have a seat.” “Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.” “I’ll cut to the chase. I’ve got a job for you. We’re going to need your best guys on this, and I know I don’t have to say this, but I’ll need your full discretion. It’s a sensitive operation and I chose you specifically. You’re still single, right? No kids?”
By Leslie Writes3 months ago in Fiction
Postcards made of Paper
"Mares, someone just sent me a virtual postcard". "Ok, what does it say"? "Wishing you a Christmas wrapped in peace, sprinkled with joy, and filled with the quiet magic that only this season brings. May your days be gentle, your home feel warm, and your heart find moments of wonder. Here’s to love, laughter, and memories that shine long after the lights come down".
By Antoni De'Leon3 months ago in Fiction
