Very Short Christmas Stories Novels & Stories

That was all he said as he took his briefcase and made his way out of the house while I watched him leave helplessly. “I could be good for you.” I whispered in frustration and stomped my feet before clearing the table and dumping them in the sink. I spent the rest of the day as usual, stealing Nick's shirt and hiding it in my room so that I could fuck myself to it at night. When 6 PM struck, I got a text from Mom with a message that had me sighing in despair. Mom: “There's unfortunately too much work. I think I'll be home by midnight. Or in the morning. Take care baby, xoxo.”

He chuckles, “And I helped Charlie earlier, with the stockings.” She nods, “And once you’ve all gone to bed, Merlin Christmas, a unique variation on Father Christmas, will decorate the house and make everything ready for a wonderful Christmas in the woods, with a snowman war about to erupt on the front steps.” She chuckles,

It doesn't help that we just had to turn the clocks back an hour for daylight saving, so now it’s already dark at five o’clock in the evening. Jon's Auto Shop is one of only two shops in the small town of Randleman, North Carolina. This is where I grew up and have lived my entire life. I want to leave, but I have nothing to leave for. I'm twenty-three, 5'5" with shoulder-length golden brown hair and hazel eyes. I'm not bad to look at in my opinion, but when all the eligible bachelors are men you've grown up with, it kind of decreases the options in the dating pool.

‘Frosty the Snowman… was a jolly happy soul… with a corncob pipe and a button nose… and two eyes made out of coal…’ Clock Chimes. Singing Birds. Loud Giggles. Running Footfalls. And my perfectly clear vision of a busy morning full of snow and Christmas rubbish. How I reached about two hundred kilometers from the company building on foot might be a mystery to living folks, but the dead cannot deny how short a journey can become.

Their unspoken desires, like shimmering stars in the winter sky, danced in silent harmony, carrying the promise of reunion and the timeless enchantment of the season. As Asmo found himself amidst the vibrant tapestry of Christmas cheer, a whimsical thought took root in his mind, unfurling like a mischievous wisp of laughter in the midst of his introspection. Pondering the age-old enigma of Father Christmas, he found himself ensnared in a labyrinth of bemusement, his brow furrowed in mock solemnity as he contemplated the veracity of the jolly old figure who traversed the world in a single night.

The snow fell gently outside, but in that moment, we were enveloped in the warmth of our love, celebrating not only Christmas but also the profound bond that united us. As our lips drew near for a tender kiss, our children, Heitor and Maria Flor, couldn't resist voicing their mock protest. "Ew, stop it!" they exclaimed in unison, wrinkling their little noses in playful disgust. We couldn't help but chuckle at their adorable reaction, our hearts filled with the warmth of the moment. Our laughter echoed through the room, blending with the joy and love that permeated the air. It was a perfect Christmas, a celebration not only of the holiday itself but of the deep and unbreakable bond that held

A man hit by a car in New York in 1977 got up uninjured, but lay back down in front of the car when a bystander told him to pretend he was hurt so he could collect the insurance money. The car then rolled forward and crushed him I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

“Christmas is in five days,” I tell Nathan as I take a sip from my hot chocolate. This is my first Christmas with him. I don’t know how I’m going to spend it. I’m excited like a little child and my heart is jumping up and down, but I’m trying to appear composed before him.

, the little princess asks with tears in her eyes, clenching her fists, Did they? - No, the cat laughed. That night, just before dawn, when she was exhausted from crying, Petrunia fell asleep, she dreamt a strange dream in which she was told by a large, beautiful fairy (you guessed it was the same fairy that pretended to be small) to make a cake in which she would to pour all her selfless kindness and to give the king and queen a try, so they will see.

Chapter 275 Cleo There are little indicators that remind you that it's that time of the year again and when is that time of year again you know that it's time to buy gifts get gifts for people play Father Christmas tell the kids that there is a secret of watching them so that they may behave and be good for Father Christmas I admire I pulled a of I won't tell my age because it's rude to ask a lady their age but I still believe in Santa and I still believe in the magic of Christmas and when; Maria's birthday comes around. After her birthday it is down hill to Christmas .