75-WORD WRITING CHALLENGE -- December 2012 -- VICTORY TO REIVER33!

[High Eight]

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[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]JOLLY?[/FONT]


[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]Sometimes it all gets too much. Immortality is one thing, but the same thing year in, year out wears an entity down. The same rituals, the same ticking down of days and endless grey dawns.[/FONT]

[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]And the things one has to do to make sure The Duty gets done now and forever. It sometimes makes it very hard to live with oneself......[/FONT]

[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]Ah well - another glass of elf blood and on with the red suit.[/FONT]

 

[silvermoon]

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The Carol Singers

Tammy and her younger sister June stood among the gently-falling snow, singing carols demurely.

Tammy glanced sideways and seeing the snowball coming, drew back slightly, out of the line of fire.

June, concentrating on her verse of O Holy Night, copped the snowball full in the face.

Angry, they dropped their song-sheets, advancing on their hapless assailant.

Their fangs grew longer as they walked towards him.

"We'll teach you some manners, my boy..."

 

[Phyrebrat]

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999

‘Police Emergency.’

I'm not…um – there’s a vampire.

‘Sir, we don’t-’

Listen! I'm at 19c Marstern Road. I’m looking out my kitchen window and there’s this – it’s Santa, okay – he’s working his way down the houses...Sleigh, sack, reindeers. Everything.

‘This is a break-in?’

No! He’s being followed; A grey thing; cloak, widow’s peak. I don’t think it needs an invitation if it follows Santa-

‘Sir-’

So I had to be naughty.

‘Naughty…?’

I killed-

<CLICK>

 

[SimonJW]

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Sanguine Gifts

One night a former man sat a-sleigh,
as he could not come out in the day.
He caused children some fright,
though he claimed not to bite,
he left them looking rather more grey.

 

[AMB]

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A Time to Remember the Poor

It was Christmas Eve, and the Baron was hosting his annual party for the disadvantaged in society.
The nobility were in attendance; resplendent in pearl chokers and bow ties: for just one night feigning compassion for those less privileged, while the poor were welcomed in with food and wine and song.

That year, the poor would have their necks.

When Angels and Men Hallelujah shall sing
Then the rich will lie down with the poor​

 

[alchemist]

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Kids These Days

"A pair of humans; isn't Santa good? Now, get changed ...

"For church, like every other Crossmiss Day ...

"You can play with them later ...

"Don't you stomp your foot, mister ...

"Come back out of that cage, Vlad Murphy Junior, and do what you're told! Don't you – Don't you dare ...

"Right, you can clean that mess up after church. Do you know how much humans cost, hmm? Next year I – Next year, Santa's getting you a jumper."

 

[Ökuþórr]

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Rudolph? Santa?

“Im sorry, he’s a what?”

“A waredeer.”

“Yeah, that’s not a thing. What you’re describing sounds like a vampire, not a ware…anything.” Why did I agree to babysit?

“He drained his blood and turned into a reindeer, I saw it! Red suit then red nose. And people who change into animals are warethings. He was Santa, then Rudolph, then flying away.”

I sighed. “I suggest you go back to bed, and keep the curtains closed.”

 

[StilLearning]

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Christmas is for all children.

Daddy sent me to bed without supper.

And I was only a little bit naughty: Daddy says I mustn't lick my lips when I look at the other kids at school.

And now I'm hungry...

But wait... who's this .... at the foot of my bed all fat and tasty?

“Ho, ho, ho.”

It's Christmas!

Hee hee hee!

 

[Aun Doorback]

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Father Vampire


It was bitter cold on Holy night.

Near the Inn, she spies a figure in shadow.

Inside, gentlemen exalt their hopes with wine – Merry making.

Eagerly she slips outside and is dazzled by the lustre around her.

Above and below: snow and snow.

They kiss beneath the old yew.

One drop, he wants: to fire his soul.

But his honour tonight resists the temptation to defile.

And instead whispers

‘Merry Christmas my child’

 

[Kylara]

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Christmas Lunch


The dragon lay groaning, switching from dragon to bat and back to dragon with every hiccuping belch.


'Indigestion dear?'


She nodded.


'Have a holy priest. The garlic coated ones are on the left.'


He froze - the sleigh had just come into sight.


'Think you'll catch it this year?'


She finished off the priest and the bat inducing hiccups ceased.


'I want those golden coins he has, but damn he's a fast wily old bugger.'

 

[Culhwch]

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The Christmas Tree

He’d gone further than liked to find the tree. The local wood made fine stakes, but there were no pines, no spruce.

She’d always insisted. One night each year, they’d pretend the world hadn’t fallen to pieces.

Light fading, shadows lengthening, he squeezed the throttle and the snowmobile leapt forward.

He spent the night decorating, ignoring the scratching at the bolted door. She’d’ve done a better job.

Tonight, he might let her in to see.

 

[Ursa major]

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St. Nicholas in a Pickle: A Confession​

People called it a miracle.

Why not? My prayer for those poor boys was answered. (True, they’ve never lost that smell of vinegar. Or their taste for human blood.) But how could I know that Old Nick might answer one’s prayers?

His fee: me promising presents to good children who’ll never receive them; me pretending beings emerging from a fireplace are harmless.

I obtained one limiting clause: those thirsty boys visit only at Christmas.

.

 

[paranoid marvin]

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Truce



A warm welcome to Castle Drac
Please don't think of turning back
The party's getting in full swing
Now the guests are flying in

It's that special time of year
When vampires and humans come here
To boogie through the dead of night
Without fear of stake or bite

Until the blast of warning horn
Heralds the coming of the dawn
And so the weary revellers head
For coffin box and feather bed.

 

[Stephen4444]

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Angels of Elvish Intent

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I was there… in the beginning. People think of God's sons as Angels; I think of them as something else, elvish. God’s own magic; long ears… teeth, and blood-lust. They say Eve was the original sinner, but such is not true. Jealous ones….

In the joyous spring, they were at Jesus‘ birth. I was… protecting him. When the crisis ended, God said,

“Nicolas, all is good and right.”

He then gave the Elves to me.

 

[The Judge]

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Backstage at the Vampo-Christmas-Panto


Dame (a man dressed as a woman): “That the new Baron Hardup?”

Principal Boy (a woman dressed as a man): “I heard he’s a Count.”

Comic Turn (a comedian pretending to be funny): “Oh, no, he’s not!”

Fairy Godmother (a celebrity pretending to be an actress): “Look at those teeth of his.”

Animal (two men dressed as a cow): “Wrong panto. Red Riding Hood’s at the Playhouse.”

Villain (Dracula dressed as himself): “He’s behind you...”

 

[Ursa major]

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The December 2012 challenge is now closed to new entries. Here's the link to the Poll:

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