Holiday
351 Memoirs of Eddie H. Christ, Jesus' Little Brother: Star of Bethlehem
Jesus, although the son o’God, was also made up of the same star stuff everyone else is. Look, you’ve got carbon, oxygen, zinc, iron, and a lot of other stuff in you. But God didn’t make any of that in the beginning. In fact, the Big Bang resulted mainly in a lot of hydrogen and heat—eventually. And no heavier elements at first. So how do we have bodies based on carbon, blood that has iron-based hemoglobin carrying oxygen, cellulose for wood, Boswellia for frankincense, and a shitload of myrrh? How'd we get from just a bunch of hydrogen to all of this other stuff that made up life as we knew it?
By Gerard DiLeoabout a year ago in Fiction
Chronicles from the Heart of The Metropolis: Butterfly District
As the clock chimed noon, a breathtaking spectacle unfolded: butterflies, not merely in the millions or billions, but in a number so vast it defied comprehension. Those on the street were overwhelmed, their minds grappling with the impossibility of counting such a crowd. When I say everyone, I mean every single person - no calamity, no raging fire, nor any act of violence could ever summon forth such a crowd from their cars, homes, subways, cafes, hotels, shops, banks, hospitals, schools, government buildings, and offices. It was a moment unlike any other, where an inexplicable, joyous urge compelled each individual to step into the light of day, to embrace the wonder of existence. The air buzzed with excitement as if the very essence of life had conspired to draw them all together in a celebration of beauty and freedom.
By Safia Adilabout a year ago in Fiction
Snowy Night
Snowy Night D. A. Ratliff I stood on the street corner, enjoying the falling snow and how it muffled the sounds of the city. I checked the time. It was eight pm, which gave me time to grab dinner before Uber arrived at nine to take me to LaGuardia. The red eye to Los Angeles took off at eleven-twenty, and I’d better be on it, or I’d be in trouble. My mother had commanded me to come home for the holidays. It had been five years since I had gone, so I guess it’s time.
By D. A. Ratliffabout a year ago in Fiction
350(+) — Bonus Story: Competition from the South Pole
Ol' St. Frick, aka Clanta Sars, fretted. The numbers just weren't coming in. She had been at it just as long as Ol' St. Nick, aka Santa Claus, but no children were writing her with Christmas list requests like what Santa got.
By Gerard DiLeoabout a year ago in Fiction
Beneath the Mistletoe Moon
The town of Evergreen Hills was famous for its picturesque winter scenery. Tucked between rolling hills and blanketed by snow every December, it felt like stepping into a storybook. The streets sparkled with holiday lights, wreaths hung on every door, and the town square boasted a towering Christmas tree that glimmered beneath the silvery glow of the moon.
By Thomas Vasasabout a year ago in Fiction
A Christmas Miracle
Nadia sniffled as she lay underneath the covers, her little body curled up and her arms wrapped tightly around her legs. She had been like this for who knew how long, and despite her parents wishing her a good night’s sleep, Nadia knew she wasn’t going to sleep tonight. And things wouldn't get better tomorrow. Because only a few hours ago, she had lost her precious doll, Raggedy Ann. The doll had originally been her grandma’s, then her mom’s before it got handed down to Nadia. She loved Raggedy Ann and Nadia always played with her, even when she was playing with her other toys. Nadia even tried to bring her to school a few times, only to get caught at the door or the bus stop in front of their house.
By Rebecca Pattonabout a year ago in Fiction
Birds by the Day
What winged things they were. Some took flight, others not. All of them Helena cherished in the highest. The warm feeling of knowing the fowl of air, land, and sea stirred up in her spirit the truth about gift-giving. This all took place in Wilmington, Delaware.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Fiction
The Lunar Bean and the Celestial Giant . AI-Generated.
In a small, moonlit village, lived a curious girl named Anya. Her days were filled with dreams of faraway galaxies and cosmic adventures. One evening, while tending to her family's humble garden, Anya discovered a peculiar bean. It glowed faintly, casting an ethereal light on her face. Drawn to its otherworldly glow, Anya planted the bean, hoping it would grow into something extraordinary.
By Monnade Mixoumabout a year ago in Fiction
Holiday Chaos
Marvin Grant and his 9 year old son Mason are walking into the Four Seasons mall ready to go to the KB Toys toy store. As they enter the mall through the store Dillard’s they make note of the enormous crowd. “Dad it’s a circus in here” Mason remarked. “I know baby boy” Marvin joked. “But you said you wanted that new X-Men toy from the movie.”
By Joe Pattersonabout a year ago in Fiction
