Holiday
356 Memoirs of Eddie H. Christ, Jesus' Little Brother: Star of the Show
The Star of Bethlehem—explosion or implosion? Hell, a supernova gives you both. After it blows, you’ve got a dead star when the dust settles. But then Jesus said that while this was happening, all kinds of fusion reactions happened between the hydrogen and helium. Denser atoms forged as the star collapsed, everything smushing together, so that when the explosion happened, all this denser debris cast off, and all the new heavier elements were strewn throughout the universe.
By Gerard DiLeoabout a year ago in Fiction
Inflation Stole Christmas
The snow fell relentlessly that Christmas Eve, each flake a delicate whisper against the frozen air, drifting through the streets like the last vestiges of a season we all once knew. From my window, the city below seemed swallowed by its own stillness—a pristine world untouched by the relentless march of time. Yet, beneath the serene white blanket, a deeper truth pulsed: the silence was not peace; it was a hollow echo of a year spent in quiet suffering.
By Honsby Orjiabout a year ago in Fiction
The Crimson Warrior: Under the Red Maple Moon. AI-Generated.
The Blood-soaked Warrior: Below the Red Maple Moon Beneath the awning of blood-soaked maple leaves, the moon abashed low and full, casting an awesome scarlet afterglow over the forest. The air was abundant with the whispers of wind animate through the leaves, as admitting attributes itself was aside secrets of the past. In the affection of the backwoods stood a abandoned warrior, his aphotic contour affected adjoin the aglow red moon. He was accepted abandoned as Kaito, the Blood-soaked Warrior—a name aside with according genitalia awe and fear.
By Say the truth about a year ago in Fiction
December's Child Part I:
It was the end of the year. Milea felt excited. Together with her mother, she would once again celebrate Christmas with Mr. Tollanski. It had become a tradition now. For the last five years, they had always shared Christmas dinners.
By Calvin Londonabout a year ago in Fiction
Delaware’s Dead. Content Warning.
Placemats featured the holly and Christmas berries. Orange zest wafted through the air. It underscored the scent of honey baked ham and turkey. A ziti also baked for Kalila. She had perished in a shooting in Wilmington, Delaware as an unintended bystander. Now, she sat at her place at the table. Her cousin, a fentanyl dealer, had been gunned down months after her. He dined on ziti as well.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Fiction
Rudolph's Retribution. Content Warning.
It was the year Christmas didn’t happen. Everything began normal for the North Pole residents, who woke up Christmas Eve morning oblivious that by nightfall, Christmas would be canceled for countless boys and girls worldwide. They went about their business never suspecting that evil was in their midst.
By Mother Combsabout a year ago in Fiction
Getting the bird
Oh Jeff ... I love you too ... but ... The birds have got to go. I mean, seriously? The partridge in the pear tree, that was sweet. You remembered how I talked about Christmas when I was a kid, and that song, and all those memories. And really, I’ve no idea how you even managed to find a live partridge – you don’t get them in pet shops, right? – and persuaded it to stay perched in a rinky-dink little pear tree while you brought it round.
By Andy Pottsabout a year ago in Fiction
SANTA CLAUS : The Christmas's Magic
Santa: The Christmas Magic With the December wind and chilled season comes the bright lighting on houses and streets, with one known figure in full light. It is Santa Claus, donning his famous red suit, laughing heartily, and carrying a bag full of gifts. Not only a character in stories but more so a reflection of hope, generosity, and that very magic that would make Christmas so special and worth having.
By Aman Yadavabout a year ago in Fiction










