He'll Be Coming Down The Chimney Down Novels & Stories

Edison was so angry that his blood pressure spiked, and he was rushed to the hospital that night. Jacob furrowed his brow and asked irritably, "Why does the old man want to see Lindsey all of a sudden? Did some gossip reach the Whitaker family again?" At that moment, an authoritative voice came from upstairs. "And what is the gossip that I can't hear about?" Edison was coming down the stairs, descending steadily with his cane in hand. Lindsey quickly stepped forward to support him. Aside from Jenny, Edison was the only person who ever truly treated her like family.

Grandpa tapped at our feet. “As I drew in my head and was turning around, down the chimney, St. Nicholas came with a bound. He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, and his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot. A bundle of toys he had flung on his back, and he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.” Grandpa described. My eyes looked at the fireplace and wondered how the magical person would come down it when a fire was going. Wouldn’t he burn up? Or will someone put the fire out to ensure he can safely bring us toys?

“‘Live like you were dying.” -Tim McGraw "W-O-W," Sabrina exclaims as she helps me carry boxes through the mansion and my room, "Looks like Momma Bear caught herself a big fish." She whistles while tossing the box to the ground and then flopping herself onto my bed. "Yeah, it looks like it," I grumbled back.

My curiosity satisfied, there’d be no reason for me to go out again. It seemed like a logical plan, so as I made my way through the trees, finding my landmarks and listening to the sounds grow louder, I filled out the imagine in my mind, even adding a curl of smoke coming from the chimney where he was cooking a stew for his evening meal, and a lame, old hound dog for his companion.

Cassidy stopped moving her, and Jo came to a lurching halt about halfway down the chimney, flames from the fire visible ten or fifteen feet beneath her. “What are we going to do?” Jo asked, but her aunt didn’t answer. Instead, Ingrid appeared above her in the chimney, her boots pressed against the walls the same way that Jo’s were. She was only inches above her head. “Are you still going through with this?” she shouted at her aunt.

"Did you not get what I said? Smoked ham isn't the same as honey-glazed. I told you to make a honey-glazed ham, so do it. What's with all the questions?" She only said a few words, but it felt like she had turned into someone else entirely. Just moments ago, she had been so warm and kind. Now, she was practically unrecognizable. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. No one had ever spoken to me like that before! I shot a furious look at Wayne. He gently squeezed my hand, trying to calm me down. "Mel made dishes without pickles, Mom," he said. "And look, we do have ham on the table. It's Christmas Eve. Let's just eat."

It could but at the same time, it couldn't. Thompsons were full of themselves but even they knew they were nothing without the products they made with Elder wood. No matter the goal or the plan, they would never risk walking around without it while we were still existing. I stood in front of him and lifted his face so he was looking into my eyes. He was naked and sweating but the look on his face made it obvious he believed he was in the worst situation anyone could be in but he was so damn wrong. Humans, his family, have done much worse things to our kind.

Her breathing is getting a little ragged, and he smirks. “Fine.” He stands at her shoulder, but not touching her. She’s flushed, and her heart is racing. Kai chuckles and stands. “I’m going downstairs, I want to check on something with Dom, and I might hang out with the kids if they’re still around. Can I take the chess set down?” She nods, and stuffs her face full of chilli. But quickly swallows,

“You’re officially a heartbreaker, Jonathan.” Elizabeth turns away from the stove, setting down a wooden spoon. I just got home from work and the house smells amazing. “How so?” I ask, amused. I take off my shoes. “And what is that?” “Spiced cider. We can add rum to ours if you want.”

She continued to walk downstairs like a curious kitten. Nobody knew how long they had been descending the stairs. When they reached the end, there was a massive pool of lava. It was filled with boiling lava. The lava's heat was making it difficult for them to breathe. A commoner would instantly turn into a dried corpse if he entered that place.