My Saturday flash fiction blog and Beowulf: The Midgard Horrors will return on January 7th, 2017. I'll be taking a breather for the holidays. But to tide you over, here's another way to look at "Twas the Night Before Christmas." Seasons greetings from Midgard and me! Twas the Night Before Yuletide or Santa vs. the … Continue reading Twas the Night Before Yuletide or Santa vs the Reindeer
Families line the streets. Kids are bundled in coats, hats, gloves and blankets. Adults stand or sit in folding chairs, hands in pockets or laps, their excitement matching the children's. A chill hugs each person tight. Teeth clatter, legs shake and dance; people trying to stay warm. Hot chocolate and coffee work for a while, … Continue reading Not Like It Used To Be
At the same precise time every year, come dark on Christmas Eve, A blighted spirit springs to life, the ghastly GLITTERGRIEVE. As children try to fall asleep, it’s scurrying 'cross your ceiling, A shadowy nook it'll find itself, (one prime for self-concealing). No bigger than a walnut yet, this nasty little shade. Observing from his … Continue reading The Ghastly Glittergrieve – A Christmas Cautionary Tale
Left Under The Tree. Ash Hartwell. Bethany crashed to the icy pavement in the pitch-black alley, and immediately wished she had chosen not to wear the shoes with the kick-ass heels. During the office Christmas Eve party, where, incidentally, she had looked every inch the Partner-to-be, they had been the … Continue reading A Christmas tale from the twisted mind of Ash Hartwell.
There are times when you witness something happen to someone else that causes you to contemplate your family – parents, spouse, significant other, children or grandchildren; whatever applies to you, and spontaneously, you find yourself thanking God, Fate, the Universe or mere Chance – whatever your faith may rest in, that you are not the … Continue reading Christmas Mourning
The tree stood in the corner, it’s dark green boughs weighed down with long soft needles. They remained unadorned despite the wealth of glitter and sparkle in a storage tub nearby. The tub’s lid sat slightly askew, balancing on the rim, where it had been placed down the evening before. Nothing in that corner had … Continue reading A CHRISTMAS GUEST BY M.F. WAHL
How Grendel Stole Christmas Christmas in the Hall but not the Spirit of the Feast Came to pay a visit, no, instead a vicious beast Barreled down the doorway shifting shape and size in bounds Scattering the party as they fled beyond the grounds Grendel had awakened to the noisy revelry Sounds of someone singing, … Continue reading How Grendel Stole a Christmas …
Twas the night before Christmas when under the moon A feeling of sadness was followed by doom The children were still in their beds drenched with red While toys giggled madly and danced on their head A doll with one eye held a knife in the air The Robot ate entrails with Ole Mr. Bear … Continue reading Terrible Toys (A Christmas Poem) by Lisa Vasquez
Why can’t we have ‘the twelve days of Halloween?' Why does Christmas have a monopoly on almost two whole weeks of the year? It's not fair, I tell you! So just for fun, for those who--like me--walk on the darker side of life here is: The Twelve Nights of Christmas. (I dare you not to … Continue reading The 12 Nights of Christmas
Julian shuffled his feet as he stood in the long, winding line at the Mills. Shoving his hands into the pockets of a pair of jeans a few inches too short, he huffed out a harsh breath. Out of the corner of his eye. he caught Mrs. Newall’s disapproving glare, but he didn’t care. This … Continue reading Do You Believe in Magic?