The New Father Christmas_The Night is Shattered, and She is Not With Me_Winter Solstice Rhyme and Ri
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The New Father Christmas
“Come on kids!” yelled Samuel up the stairs. He was due in school ten minutes ago. He was a primary school teacher. As the sound of dropping Xbox remotes echoed from upstairs, Samuel put on his shoes and coat. “Hurry up guys!” He pleaded with his eldest, Mollie aged 9 and his youngest, Sebastian aged 6 as they bounded down the stairs. “We’re coming Dad, chill out!” Replied Mollie sarcastically. Samuel was in no mood for sarcasm today. “Seb, have you got your lunchbox today?” Reminded Dad. “Doh!” Replied Seb, as he slapped his hand on his head and ran into the kitchen to grab it. Eventually, t...
The Night is Shattered, and She is Not With Me
tw- mention of suicide“you’re not leaving, don’t ask me again.” My mother had uttered these words to me recently, though it felt like lifetimes had passed since. I remember her lips curling against her straight, white teeth in a warning snarl. It seems strange to describe a human as snarling, or growling even, but that is the only way to name it. What I was asking for was possible—I needed to leave. I needed to get out of this comfortable, horrible little bubble I had wrapped myself in since the days of your dwww.onedoor.cceath. I was a teenager grieving my favorite person, and even when you were alive, I ...
Winter Solstice Rhyme and Riddle
Believing that she was on her way to Geraldine's, the Summer warmth on Sheila's sixteen-year-old shoulder felt safe as she walked the half-block from house to house. Instead, Death pulled up in a very nice car. HandsomeBoy peered out her way, and spoke. Before she knew it, it was Winter. THE SETUPHandsomeBoy was duly approved by this teen Sheila's elders, though they had never met him before. Sheila must have embellished how lovely of a boy he was. Sheila did this despite her being a mostly shy girl. Sheila's insecurities were showing, and her fear that no boy who was as ever so handsome as Ha...
Of Breath and Blood
Princess Hannah awakened in dim, cold light. Her head ached. Confined within rigid walls, she couldn’t move. Something smelled bad. Groping to consciousness, she sensed eyes upon her. Grotesque faces watched wherever she turned. But moving she realized they were reflections of herself. As bad as she felt, she hoped these hideous images were not true. ‘No princess could survive looking so wretched. Am I dead? If I look like that, this must be hell.’ Memories of last night’s palace ball came in fragments. The minstrel artfully played his lyre and made up songs. Eyes upon her, he sang, ‘Lovely ...