What emerged from the shadows should never be seen;
Sharp teeth, glowing nose, and eyes that are mean.
To this stomping beast I wish I was oblivious,
A hooved abomination; a reindeer carnivorous.
This is part twelve of a larger story for Christmas. All parts are in the form of a stanza of a poem. Check back tomorrow for part thirteen!
Off ran the thing that was recently dead,
He tore through the workshop, heading straight for the shed.
From the open door came the whine of reindeer
If Rudolph is scared, then you’ve something to fear.
This is part eleven of a larger story for Christmas. All parts are in the form of a stanza of a poem. Check back tomorrow for part twelve!
With a growl and a groan, and a “HO-HO-HO!”
Santa jumped up and danced on his toes.
But look in his eyes, you’ll see something’s not right;
The whites of his eyes are now as black as the night!
This is part ten of a larger story for Christmas. All parts are in the form of a stanza of a poem. Check back tomorrow for part eleven!
Some say a spirit or demon took note
Of the empty body that had started to bloat.
All we know now is this simple fact:
What happened that night, we cannot retract.
This is part nine of a larger story for Christmas. All parts are in the form of a stanza of a poem. Check back tomorrow for part ten!
An odd wind blew on the night of his death,
Something dark swirled after Nick’s final breath.
His hands they did twitch, his eyes they did stir.
Ask anyone, they’ll tell you: something strange did occur.
This is part eight of a larger story for Christmas. All parts are in the form of a stanza of a poem. Check back tomorrow for part nine!
Hey, guys! How’s everyone doing? We all in the Christmas mood, yet? My partner and I bought our very first Christmas tree the other day, so we’re feeling quite festive!
This week’s Reedsy theme was ‘Pocketful of Sunshine’. I had a hard time picking which prompt I wanted to write to, but I eventually went with #2 — “Your fingers tensed around the object in your pocket, ready to pull it out at a moment’s notice.”
I really liked how the story turned out, and I feel that the characters and worlds have the potential for many more stories. I definitely want to pay these guys a visit again, at some point in the future. I think a prequel or a sequel would be in order… The title of the story is Timebomb, and (you know how it goes, by now!) you can read it here on WordPress, or over on my Reedsy profile.
There were too many to fight. He was outnumbered ten thousand to one. He watched as they all raced towards him, vengeance in their eyes and murder on their lips.
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Well, that’s it for today, guys! Oh, and I hope you’re enjoying my little Bite-Sized Xmas series! If you haven’t checked it out yet, you can read part one of Yule Be Sorry: A Very Bite-Sized Xmas right here!
His great, rotund corpse
Hit the ground with full force.
Face-down on the floor…
Saint Nick was no more.
This is part seven of a larger story for Christmas. All parts are in the form of a stanza of a poem. Check back tomorrow for part eight!
The unhappy Nick wracked his old brain,
Until his breathing grew laboured and pained.
Somewhere, something deep down inside popped!
And with a groan and a gasp, his heart finally stopped.
This is part six of a larger story for Christmas. All parts are in the form of a stanza of a poem. Check back tomorrow for part seven!
What should he do? Claus paced ‘cross the floor.
Pond’rously pondering, he pondered some more.
A lump of coal – mean! No presents – so sad!
They didn’t have the impact he knew they once had.
This is part five of a larger story for Christmas. All parts are in the form of a stanza of a poem. Check back tomorrow for part six!
Well, here we are! Another month, another #BlogBattle! This is the final one of 2019! I can’t quite believe it… Well, here’s to 2020, and the stories we will tell!
The prompt for December was ‘innocent’. I knew exactly the kind of story I wanted to tell… I just struggled to keep it within the 1,000 word limit! You have to really cut away the fat when the story is this short.
The title for my story is Don’t Let It Feed, and you can read it here!
Ernest Kirby didn’t die in vain. The soft-spoken 73-year-old with painful arthritis and an inoperable tumour somewhere in his bowels saved twelve others on that bleak night in early December.
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I hope you enjoy the last #BlogBattle entry for the year! As always, please be sure to check out some of the other short stories, when they get posted! There’s always something for everyone over at the #BlogBattle!
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