Very Short Christmas Stories Novels & Stories

Serendipity nodded, tearing her eyes away from the structure at last and smiling into those familiar green ones. As Corey led her inside, they were instantly greeted by dozens of working elves, each of whom called out, “Merry Christmas!” which Serendipity would have found rather odd considering Christmas was over months ago were she not standing in Santa’s Workshop at the North Pole. Instead, she answered with a jolly, “Merry Christmas!” in return. She noticed, and found it rather odd, that though Corey always acknowledged the speaker, he only chose to say, “Hello,” or “Good evening,” in response, never “Merry Christmas.”

he winks I cough, I think am starting to turn red tho. Hey everyone, its the author I know we just came back from the holidays...but it isn't over yet I wrote a short story and guess what, you guys get to read it!! Awesome right Well enjoy this short holiday story i wrote for Christmas *The Christmas wishlist* The weather is as cold as ever, indeed the season is here again Our dry lips and very cold mornings, time where we all need our lip balms and body cream It's everyone's favorite season and holiday Christmas! People singing Christmas carols, couples kissing under the mistletoe, everyone in a joyful mood, and of course fried chicken is always involved

he said. “I’m not sleepy.” “Then we can talk,” he replied. “About what?” “About anything that isn’t about kidnappers, plane crashes, or crazy admirers.” I smiled. “Deal.” We talked about small things. Work, his childhood, my aunt, and funny stories. He told me about how he once burned an entire pot of rice and blamed it on the stove. I laughed so hard my back hurt. “Stop laughing,” he said. “You’re injured.”

In the end, I couldn't bear to let Noelle spend the last Christmas Eve of her life filled with regret. I searched through every office on the entire floor and finally found a female doctor about the same height as Ivana. I begged her to pretend to be Ivana. An hour later, the doctor appeared beside Noelle's bed, wearing a Santarina costume borrowed from somewhere on the street. She was holding Noelle's favorite doll. Noelle cried tears of happiness. "I knew Mommy wouldn't abandon me." I covered my mouth and pulled Noelle tightly into my arms. A nurse took a picture of our final moment together. In the end, Noelle died on that snowy Christmas Eve.

She looked at it. Ryder. One message. “How was it?” She typed back. “A student’s grandmother told a story every year at Christmas. The same story. Same words. She asked why. The grandmother said — if I stop telling it, it stops being true.” She pressed send. Stood in the corridor. His reply came in forty seconds. “That’s the whole thing.” She held her phone. “I know,” she typed. “Same building,” he sent. “Same building,” she replied.

I reply, shrugging. He exhales, as though he was holding his breath. “Don’t you think that would ward off men?” “The point exactly.” “You don’t like men?” he asks cautiously. “If… you don’t mind me asking, of course.” “No,” I reply firmly. He blinks and then shifts in his position, carrying the first-aid box, walking away without another word. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ On the night before Christmas Eve, we gather outside around a crackling bonfire. It has stopped snowing for a while.

Where the hell is my nurse and medicine? “Anyway, they made a movie about it. It's not my cookies," she giggled, delighted with herself, "...it's the mountain. Can you imagine them making a movie about my cookies? So I made up a story about a village near K2 that celebrated a person called Christmas Amoeba instead of Santa. He always sneaks into the house secretly – amoebas are microscopic in size, which is why if a person is amoeba it is extremely sneaky – on Christmas Eve and leave presents for everyone. In return, the villagers will leave countless strange shaped cookies for the amoeba to eat. Amoebas come in different shapes, so it makes sense.” She couldn't see my face, so I didn't feel

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Damn, this is insane. “I’m here for Clara, Mr. Anderson. We have plans for tonight in connection with the holloween party tomorrow evening…” I stopped talking when he opened the door widely for me, obviously signaling me to come in. Well, I didn’t wait for him to signal me verbally and just do what’s in my mind—to enter their house. He then locked the door and faced me afterwards. “...and we are supposed to be looking for clothes to wear.” I have just noticed now that he’s wearing a black sweatshirt and navy blue khaki shorts. He smiled at me and advanced towards me.

The sleeping Ember gave no response, but he continued speaking as though she could hear him. "Let me tell you a story. You used to love listening to my stories, didn't you, hmm?" Atlas lowered his gaze. His expression grew softer than ever before. "Once upon a time, there was a little rabbit in the forest. And one winter day, she built a small snowman outside her home. "The snowman had a round nose and a perpetually smiling face. "The little rabbit and the snowman quickly became the best of friends. They sang and danced together every day, and they were so happy.