Romans & histoires Scrambled Christmas

The snow keeps falling, heavy and suffocating. When I finally gather enough courage to walk home, my nerves are shredded. My thoughts got tangled. My chest tightened I reach my doorstep, fumbling for my keys. And there,lying on my welcome mat—is something small, wooden, and dusted with snow. A Christmas ornament. Hand-carved. Shaped like a house.Burning. A single number etched into its back: 24 The countdown has begun.

I don't know what was wrong with scumbag. I walked out of the hallway, outside, and a fresh cold breeze hit my skin. My hair danced to its melody. I took a deep breath, shoving out all the negative feelings in my heart. I still have a few days to get out of this mess, and once I'm done, I will never make such mistakes again. Outside, people who came for the Christmas holiday were smiling and laughing with their loved ones. While me…I was struggling to smile for a second. I felt like going back to my parents and marrying that bullshit to save myself from being humiliated always.

Too much fear. "But he's so… him," I breathed, huddling deeper into my blankets. "And I'm just. a lie wrapped in blush and bobby pins." Lily placed her hand over mine and squeezed it. I slept little after that. My head was a merry-go-round that refused to quiet. So when 7 a.m. came around, I leapt out of bed like a glittery jack-in-the-box and yelled, "IT'S CHRISTMAS!" --- By 8 a.m., the whole house smelled of brown sugar, cinnamon, and butter. The table was dressed with gold runners, and I cooked snowman-shaped pancakes, eggnog French toast, sausage flowers, and hot cocoa with peppermint fluff.

I was thinking my parents would never renovate the family duplex but they did a good job in it - who knew if it was because it was Christmas and I would be coming over with a guest? The jingle bells and Christmas carols could be heard from the house and the streets were beautifully decorated. I could already smell Christmas even though it was still on its way. “Is there anything I need to know about you or whatever before we go in?” His anxious voice of questioning broke my train of thought as I faced him. “Nothing much. I think we are going to do better.” I said abruptly because I knew I wasn't in the mood to start talking about our likes and dislikes. It would take time.

Their nap was broken by a ringing of bell "Scarlet I think food is here go and bring it na please" Christy said in a sleepy voice "No you go this time I have ordered food you it's your turn to receive it" Scarlet said covered her face with pillow "Please Scarlet I am really tired" "I am tired too christy" "See the delivery man will go If we will not open the door please go na Scarlet" "Arghh let's play stone,paper and scissor and the one loose will open the door" Scarlet said and Christy agreed

His hand was shaking, I didn't know if it was fear or anger? "You don't look shock," Zach commented. "By the way, Cruz. My girl and I are having a Christmas date today so if you'll excuse us." Zach was pulling me now. "A-ah Merry Christmas." I heard Miggy said before walking away. Zach and I were a bit far behind Miggy and I could see him walking away as well. What grabbed my attention was the orange scarf in the back of its pocket. Until now? Every time we had something to celebrate or going elsewhere, he would always give me different things. But all of them were color orange. Like orange bags, orange shoes or orange bracelets. He was really weird sometimes.

We didn't speak about what happened until we were back at the mansion. "I'm guessing it's not the first time he's done something like that?" "What you just saw was a watered down version of one of the many Christmases he ruined. Broken glass, alcohol spilled everywhere, crying, screaming that's what it always was with him. One year for Christmas he got me a collection of snowglobes and they were all broken by the end of the night." "Shit, Scar, I can't even imagine. I-I didn't think it was that bad." Lee whispered.

Something fun and distracting and completely ridiculous. “I have an idea,” I announced. Christian's fork paused halfway to his mouth. “Your ideas scare me.” “Rude but fair. Hear me out—what if we celebrated Christmas?” “We're werewolves.” “Werewolves can't have holidays?” “We have the Winter Solstice ceremony.” “Which is beautiful and traditional and involves a lot of standing still in the cold. I'm talking about Christmas. Trees, lights, presents, cookies—” “Why would we bring a tree inside?” Christian looked genuinely confused.

Anonymous POV The house was alive with the sounds of laughter, conversation, and the clinking of dishes as the family gathered for Christmas Eve dinner. The scent of pot roast and pork chops filled the air, blending with the rich aromas of Puerto Rican rice, sweet potatoes, greens, samosas, and empanadas, both chicken and beef. It was a true smorgasbord, a mix of flavors representing their blended family. Sade moved through the dining area, checking on the final touches before dinner. The Christmas tree glowed in the corner, its lights reflecting off the neatly wrapped gifts underneath. The children were buzzing with excitement, especially the one year olds, who were finally old enough to un

Aurora December 24, 2024 Sometimes, Christmas doesn’t seem as magical as everyone claims it is, and sometimes it isn’t about twinkling lights. Sometimes… Christmas is the night when your entire world seems to collapse. Tonight, I was supposed to surprise my boyfriend. A stupid little red gift bag dangled from my fingers as I climbed the final step to my best friend Clara’s apartment. Inside were the snowflake couple bracelets I had saved up for as a Christmas present. I had planned to show them to Clara first, to scream and laugh about how Sawyer would definitely cry when he saw his.