December Prompts Novels & Stories

His expression shifted slightly. "Half price is impossible. 12,000 dollars a ton, monthly terms. That's my final offer. If you don't like it…" I shrugged. "Take a left at the exit. There are plenty of other recycled material manufacturers down in the industrial park. Feel free to ask them about their prices and purity." Uncle Liam stared at me for what felt like an eternity. "Lucius," he called out hoarsely. "You're doing this to get back at me."

Sophia suddenly ran in front of me, blocking my way. "Alex! Stop talking like that! I know you must’ve been furious when I left without a word, but I’m back now! Stop saying things you don’t mean." Empty words? Things I don’t mean? What made her think that? I thought I had made myself perfectly clear. She suddenly reached for the pendant around my neck, yanking it out from under my shirt. "This... this is the charm I gave you when we first got together. It’s been over a decade. The cord is already worn out, yet you still wear it..."

January had a specific quality that was different from December. December was the end of the year's looking-back — the accounting, the settling of what had been into the record. The journal had accumulated its annual weight, the construction had paused for the holidays, Thomas had taken his two weeks between Christmas and the second Monday, and the house had held the particular quiet of a year completing itself. December asked for nothing except the acknowledgment of what had been. It was comfortable in its demands — not undemanding, exactly, but asking for a kind of attention that came naturally at the end of things.

*** One month later, December happens to be one of the iciest months in London, the entire city laden with snow, perfectly syncing with the upcoming Christmas celebration. Every nook and corner of London during Christmas was covered with bling and decorated Christmas trees. The shining Christmas decorations, and the fairy lights, instantly cheer up everyone and turn on the festive vibe. But some hearts were still grieving.

Luna came in with a lot of dresses in her hands, she wore white clothes below the knee, she had a youthful appearance, short hair in a channel cut, she was beautiful just like everyone else here. "Mister Alec asked to bring some prom dresses to try on" "Why did you decide to have a party today?" " today is December 31st and the turn of the year, I know that in the world of humans they have a party for the turn of the year and we ended up doing it too, was it not informed?" Really? Today is December 31st and I didn't even remember it. It's been so long that I don't even count the days anymore.

Midnight sharp. December 24th. Christmas Eve.

Author Tina Nwuba: "Another chapter out, and Merry Christmas 🎄 everyone! I wish you guys a great day ahead, and a happy celebration. I love you all <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>" 25th December, 2025.

Not a greeting. A promise.

The chilly December air enveloped Anna as she stood on the balcony, gazing up at the twinkling stars that adorned the night sky. It was 22nd December, just a few days away from Christmas day. Memories of past Christmases flooded her mind, and her heart ached with the absence of her beloved parents. This would be her first Christmas without them, and the void left behind was deeply felt.

Dolly’s POV If heartbreak had a cure, Lena was convinced it came in three forms: Hot chocolate so sweet it could induce a coma. Christmas movies so stupid they rewrote your brain chemistry. Avoiding all adult responsibilities until January. Which was how I ended up being dragged downstairs the next evening, half-asleep, half-resisting, fully doomed. “Come on, wounded penguin,” Lena said, tugging me by the wrist. “Movie night waits for no emotional wreck.”