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After imbibing Christmas spirits, Sunita danced with a Victorian caroler, whom no one recalled seeing.
It stood outside the window. Watching. Christmas lights reflecting off dead eyes. Wanting, oh, longing.
Perfect Gift
“A ghost story? For Christmas? You serious?” Harry puffed.
“Maybe,” suggested Christie. Then she vanished.
Title: Darling, Thank you for not Missing Christmas
The tree’s lights blink. A breeze kisses my lower back.
My “I love you” echoes.
From Mum’s old room come mournful cries; the ghost of perfume. Inside: only bleached bones.
I realise I've edited all the Xmas out of my story. Ha. 15 words is too hard! Never mind, it was a fun exercise.
Glad to hear it. Laughing about "editing all the Xmas out". That happens to me all the time..
On the Anniversary of His Death, My Father Arrives Puffing on an Unfiltered Camel and Dragging a Christmas Tree Behind Him
Real or fake?
'Some of each, I suppose.'
Stars on the tree begin blinking wildly.
Presents Tenses
More Christmas Past ghosts seen as whisps; Participle has puffed by, Perfect had puffed already.
“She Had Always Loved the Lights”
Walking decorated streets, he felt her hand; still saw a puff of her absent breath.
A red scarf blew in the corner. A silhouette chasing her, eventually touching her neck.
Title: Steve, my Jacob Marley
Puffs on the cigarettes that killed him.
Brings me no gift, no redemption. Only ash.
Title: A Christmas Present From His Christmas Past
A hollow bell tolled. He rubbed his crusty eyes. It stood, holding a cream puff.
We Summon the Ghost of Christmas Always
Instead we settle for Christmas Never, a future we'll never own, but in our dreams.
The ghost says beware or whatever and points at my grave. I’m like, plastic flowers?
He looks at the puff pastry, the Brussels sprouts, sighs, thanks God for being otherworldly.
A puff of rancid breath assaulted him as the specter approached. "S-S-Santa, is that you?"
“I saw you die” She cried.
“I know” He laughed disappearing behind the Christmas tree.
Excellent Andy
Thanks Gray
After imbibing Christmas spirits, Sunita danced with a Victorian caroler, whom no one recalled seeing.
It stood outside the window. Watching. Christmas lights reflecting off dead eyes. Wanting, oh, longing.
Perfect Gift
“A ghost story? For Christmas? You serious?” Harry puffed.
“Maybe,” suggested Christie. Then she vanished.
Title: Darling, Thank you for not Missing Christmas
The tree’s lights blink. A breeze kisses my lower back.
My “I love you” echoes.
From Mum’s old room come mournful cries; the ghost of perfume. Inside: only bleached bones.
I realise I've edited all the Xmas out of my story. Ha. 15 words is too hard! Never mind, it was a fun exercise.
Glad to hear it. Laughing about "editing all the Xmas out". That happens to me all the time..
On the Anniversary of His Death, My Father Arrives Puffing on an Unfiltered Camel and Dragging a Christmas Tree Behind Him
Real or fake?
'Some of each, I suppose.'
Stars on the tree begin blinking wildly.
Presents Tenses
More Christmas Past ghosts seen as whisps; Participle has puffed by, Perfect had puffed already.
“She Had Always Loved the Lights”
Walking decorated streets, he felt her hand; still saw a puff of her absent breath.
A red scarf blew in the corner. A silhouette chasing her, eventually touching her neck.
Title: Steve, my Jacob Marley
Puffs on the cigarettes that killed him.
Brings me no gift, no redemption. Only ash.
Title: A Christmas Present From His Christmas Past
A hollow bell tolled. He rubbed his crusty eyes. It stood, holding a cream puff.
We Summon the Ghost of Christmas Always
Instead we settle for Christmas Never, a future we'll never own, but in our dreams.
The ghost says beware or whatever and points at my grave. I’m like, plastic flowers?
He looks at the puff pastry, the Brussels sprouts, sighs, thanks God for being otherworldly.
A puff of rancid breath assaulted him as the specter approached. "S-S-Santa, is that you?"
“I saw you die” She cried.
“I know” He laughed disappearing behind the Christmas tree.
Excellent Andy
Thanks Gray