Bachpan Ka December Novels & Stories

ZARA’S POINT OF VIEW I got down from the plane, it’s sunny now, not scorching hot though, just the right temperature like the sky decided to finally smile after the long period of snows. It is January now, December and the holidays is over. December, Christmas was really nice, I spent it with my sister, we watched cheesy Christmas movies while drinking hot cocoa and eating cookies. It was the best time in a long long time, i am getting a little bit homesick just thinking about it.

Shen's voice turned the same, “I see… It’s already a decade since it happened. Time really passed quickly.” “Then, when will Uncle Ben go home?” Kate stopped her steps, making Shen stop too. “2 days before that day, 1 week from now.” she then melancholy looked up the sky, “A snow will gonna fall today, the first snow of the year… and I hate it. It reminds me of that hateful day.” ….…… “Hey, kid its winter and you still want to buy ice cream?” Nikka uttered while standing in the ice cream stand. “And you man, you know it’s already winter yet why you are still selling this,” she complained to the seller. The man looked at her terrified.

By October fifteenth everyone is recovered. By October sixteenth we've pushed the date to the first Saturday in December. "December," Maya says on the phone. "In Montana." "December in Montana," I confirm. "There will be snow." "There will be snow," I agree. "That's either romantic or insane." "I've been told those aren't mutually exclusive." A pause. "Who told you that?" "You did. In 2019. About the time you dated a man who kept ferrets." "The ferrets were a separate issue," Maya says. "Fine. December. I'm ordering a coat."

Funke asked as we locked the apartment door. “Yeah, Ethan told me about it. But isn’t it too early to plan thanksgiving, it’s still November,” I replied and arched my brow. “Oh, as if you don’t know how high society uses months to plan a simple party. If it’s taking four weeks to plan Thanksgiving, how long do you think they’ve been planning Christmas?”

"Want everything." "Then let's plan for everything." She pulled the papers closer. "New Year's Day. We tell my father together. We're prepared for anger, for hurt, for rejection. But we're also united. We don't apologize for loving each other. We just ask him to try to understand." "And if he can't?" "Then we move forward anyway. Together." Nelson stared at the calendar, and January first circled in red. Their deadline. Their declaration of independence.

‘You too. Suddenly, my mood shifted. Maverik tracking down what I needed was amazing. Winter and I decided that even though we mated in December we would celebrate our anniversary in May. Her birthday, Yule, New Year’s Eve, Christmas, and Shyla’s birthday all happened within the month of December. It was too much. This year was our tenth anniversary and I needed something special. Maverik managed to track down the perfect gift.

"That's the truth. Still, it should be a good time as long as your cousin doesn't fuck anything up." She shrugged. "I haven't seen them in a couple of years at least; maybe he's not the same screw up he used to be." She finished eating and tossed her paper plate into the trash. "I was thinking, we need to start planning parties for the holidays." He turned, finishing his sandwich and stood to clear his plate from the table. "St. Patrick's day is the seventeenth?" he asked. She thought for a bit and nodded. "It's the tenth now though, so I don't think we have enough time to plan for this one. The next big one is the fourth of July. We can definitely plan something for that."

She watched as his jaw clenched. "The date," he responded. "What date?" She asked confusingly. "The last time I called you here was on the thirtieth day of the month and what's today's date?" She glanced at her phone, "Thirtieth." Benhail wiggled his head. "So, it happens monthly?" "Yes, it does." "And what's this about?" "You should place an order now, the waiter is here," Benhail said to her. Emery placed the same order as last time, and Benhail did the same.

I have never trusted December. People say that sounds dramatic, but those people never watched their parents’ house burn down on Christmas Eve while the rest of the town kept singing carols like nothing happened. So yes,every time snow falls, my skin crawls. And tonight, on December 1st, Hallowpine is drowning in it. Snowflakes tumble from the sky like they’re drunk on holiday spirit, sticking to my eyelashes as I lock up my bakery. Sugar & Sin,the name sounds cute until you realize the only sugar inside is the kind I dump into coffee to survive this town.

Stephanie McKinsey scowled as she looked at Grace and Emilia. The banquet was held every year, in the ninth month of every year which marked the harvest season and also, they used this period to celebrate the moon goddess for keeping them safe and protecting their kind. "If only Ian Eriksson would let me go for a vacation, I would be happy. He is adamant about this." Emilia groaned as she rolled her eyes. "And talking about you, Stephanie, will Helen be attending tomorrow's banquet?" Grace asked as she looked at Stephanie who remained quiet for a while.