Why is his girlfriend trying to kill him? How come he is seeing ghosts and talking with them? Why is he living the last moments of someone else? Why does everyone around him seem to know and remember things that he is completely oblivious to? Continue reading The Halley Branch by Trent P. McDonald
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”
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”
I slowly turned the dial with my right hand, keeping my left on the wheel. Nothing but static, the dial was as barren as the empty highway in front of me. The only music I had, came from the engine and tires of my old ’67 Ford, which hummed along as it had all day.
My mind was numb from that hum and my vision was getting a bit blurry. It was a quarter past three in the afternoon, yet it was already beginning to get dark. The cola I’d picked up at that last gas station was making me uncomfortable.
I thought back over the day and my food intake. A couple of bags of chips and a few candy bars. An awful truck stop coffee in the morning and that soda I had finished a half an hour earlier. Continue reading The Truck Stop by Trent P. McDonald – Day 18 Advent 2017
4th Sunday of Advent | Day 18 | Advent Calendar
Today is a special day for this Advent Calendar, instead of having two guests the calendar will be home to many contributions, by contributors who have been part of this year’s calendar or will be part of it in the coming week.
Christmas, 24x7x365 by Trent McDonald
It’s that time of year
When on every lip
Is “Be of good cheer!”