Journal Jessica opened her journal. Without reading the writing on the pages she flicked through to the first blank page. Today, she didn’t want to write about what had happened in recent weeks. She wanted her creativity to kiss the page. She wanted the darkness of the past few weeks to evaporate. “You are beautiful,” she jumped as she heard those words whispered from behind … Continue reading Journal – J – A to Z Challenge 2019
Jean peaked out of the windows, through the closed shutters he could’t see much. The road snaking up to the village was still empty. He pushed his small palms against the windowsill and let his bare feet quietly touch upon the ground. Would today be the day? Trying not to make any noise he hoisted himself onto the kitchen counter and retrieved the last handfull … Continue reading Delivery – D – A to Z Challenge 2019
He Knows When You are Sleeping
By Trent P. McDondald
You awake up there?
Of course! How could I sleep tonight?
What time is it?
11:52. Eight minutes until midnight.
So Santa will be here in eight minutes.
What? You think Santa enters every house at exactly midnight? Ha!
There are hundreds of houses in this town alone. And thousands in our state. Millions in our time zone. And he enters all of them at the exact same second? How does he do that? Go down millions of chimneys at once? Split himself into millions of Santas?Continue reading “He Knows When You are Sleeping by Trent P. McDonald | Advent 2018 Day 11”
Letters to Santa
by Solveig Werner
The postal elve frowned. Something like this had never happened to him since he started his long career many years ago.
He called his colleague without taking his eyes of the two neatly written letters on his desk, “Cristel, come and look at this!”
“What is it, Sam?” Cristel asked, whilst jotting down some presents that should be given to the kids whose letters were scattered on her desk.Continue reading “Letters to Santa by Solveig Werner | Advent 2018 Day 2 – 1st Sunday of Advent”
In Santa’s Shadow
By Trent P. McDonald
Voices where emerging from the kitchen. Loud voices. Chet knew that Mom and Ty were arguing. Again. He couldn’t make out anything more than single words here and there, little blasts of clarity through the heated rumble. His stomach turned over and twisted into knots. Why did they have to do this on Christmas Eve?
The kitchen door flung open, expelling Ty into the hall. He grabbed his grubby jacket, the same one he had worn pretty much every day since he received it last Christmas. It was far to thin for the weather.
“Hey, wait,” Chet said. “I want to come too.” He pulled himself up, trying to look tall for his 13 years.Continue reading “In Santa’s Shadow by Trent P. McDonald | Advent 2018 Day 2 | 1st Sunday of Advent”