“Alright, Jenny. Are you ready for your Christmas present?” Mom asked. “Yes, yes I’m ready!” Jenny cried, jumping up and down in place. “You’ve got to...
He coughed again and the woman in front of him turned around again, like clockwork, face pinched but empty. She never said anything, but her eyes...
Billy placed the red plate of sparking sugar crystal covered cookies at Santa’s feet. The aroma of freshly baked cinnamon and cloves almost covered up the...
The juniper tree outside my house is a fan favorite amongst the birds, despite December being a historically unkind wintry month. Avalanches of snow fall from...
The night the snowstorm hit was the fifth day that ten-year-old William Feldson had been tortured by a sinister yard decoration. Outside was the blow mold...
“Seriously, you’re an arsehole,” Kate cuts in behind me, watching me with Subject 205. “No, no!” I exclaim, half-disappointed that she didn’t congratulate me on my...