December -- 75 Word Writing Challenge -- VICTORY TO VICTORIA SILVERWOLF!

[Victoria Silverwolf]

The Gift

It's a lousy night to be pounding a beat on Skid Row. My boots slosh through gray sludge. I walk up to a drunk sleeping too close to a barrel fire. I nudge him awake with my nightstick so he won't burn to death. He rolls away and mumbles something in his sleep. I toss a couple of sandwiches wrapped in plastic at his feet. He won't care where they came from. Merry Christmas, Dad.

 

[J.L. Borstlap]

The Space

I quickly place the lever in "R" ; move the car back a few inches, excited that I finally found one. As I touch the wheel to turn, a man casually drives past and stops in the parking.

Feeling anger boil in my neck I jump out ready as ever.

"What are you thinking?"

The car locks and he turns towards me with a smile.

"Merry Christmas to you too!"

 

[The Judge]

Sleigh Belle


Soon as I saw her, I knew the broad meant trouble. I could smell it – and I’ve got the best nose in the business.

Missy La Renne. Skin the colour of caramel, curves in all the right places, legs Saint Nick himself would want to find in his Christmas stocking.

Big Trouble. I knew I’d end up following her all over the world.

Sure enough:

“Move over, Rudolph,” said Santa. “Missy’s leading the sleigh tonight.”

 

[Abernovo]

Never Off Duty


The face of an angel and the temper of a wildcat, but I could never walk away from this kind of trouble. Tears were flowing, and I knew what I had to say.

“It'll be okay, princess.”

“But I don't want to be on the naughty list, Papa. Rachel says Santa’s gonna give all my presents to her, now.”

Sibling rivalry and twins. I'm pretty sure it’d be easier facing the entire Masterson mob...alone.

 

[jastius]

I'm Dreaming of... Aright Christmas

He was there on the bridge, the smell of alcohol permeated the area.
Another hopeless sinner seeking his own demise.

All those lives on the line. All that destruction.
Christmas awash in black misery.

If I could only find the right words, so much could be prevented.

"Clarence?"
"Go on. Jump."

I watched the Captain of the Exxon Valdez plummet,
as I steered the ship away from the rocks.

Wings are overrated, anyways.

 

[Droflet]

Ladies Man

She stood in the corner of Riley’s Bar, blonde hair, long, long gams and lips that could take a man’s face off. I wasn’t alone in giving her the eye.

Nick ‘The Fatman’ had a rep with the broads. What was his knack? The jolly laugh? Magic maybe?

All it took was a smile and a few words and she left with him and three other broads.

So much for Nick stopping at three ho’s.

 

[chrispenycate]

Trenchcoat warfare.​

Stille Nacht, heiliger… knock.

Mein Sekritar, Dirndl nicely bulging with seasonal promise, carried in the elegant visiting card.

"Ach, Tot. Kommen."

Inhabitual silence had fallen all around.

The wordless Skeleton hands me a newspaper.

"Karols? Fussballe? Zey zink var is a game?
It vill not be happening again."


The gunfire and the sirens starting up again, the hooded figure stuck the stogie between naked teeth and walked into the no-man's land of Brooklyn night.

 

[mosaix]

Stitched Up…

I was downtown when the call came in and I'd hurried over.

“The dame admits it. Says he asked for it. But nobody deserves that.”

“Where is he?”

“Through the back.”

“Show me.”

“Sure? It’s not pretty.”

I nodded and followed him.

It was bad.

“Any loose ends?”

“Some.”

“Get them tied up and take some shots before the whole thing unravels.”

I looked again. Turtle neck, pockets, zipper. Maybe, just maybe. But reindeers?! Reindeers?!

 

[Parson]

Twas the Night Before Christmas​

I’m on Big Boy watch again.
The night is cold,
The sky black as coal.

An old dame has hired me.
Twenty-three years in a row
There’ll be nothing, I know.

Her Story makes me guffaw.
Says she saw some stupid elf.
I’ve never seen him myself.

Still, I need the scratch.
I’ll sit on the porch.
I’ll Light my torch.

It’s midnight, so
If I hear any clatter
I’ll see what’s the matter.

(Yawn)​

 

[Daystrom's Apprentice]

A Lump of Carbon
​

Kris couldn't blame her. The Missus put up with his single focus all year, every year, for millennia:
Product!
Finish the product run!
Get it out on time!
That's all that mattered.

But as he slumped against the wall, the bright crimson suit he wore turning darker in hue around his chest, the white trim fading to crimson itself, Kris regretted the carbon-tube projectile inside him. Cheating with a she-elf wasn't worth it...

 

[Anne Martin]

On Dancer!​

Seeing the girl chained to the tree brought back memories. Survival had come at a cost. Crack insulated me from the dreams, but the scar seemed as black as my mood this Christmas Eve.

My blade still felt warm as the minutes ticked away. Although nothing like revenge, reenactment freed me. She wouldn’t suffer the same fate as I. The fire reflected in her fresh blood twinkled as her life extinguished. I was finished here.

 

[Karn Maeshalanadae]

The Night Before Christmas​

My last job was on Christmas Eve from this dame wearing a thick fur coat and a rack that would make a man cry. A real vixen, this one. Wanted me to find a man by the name of Nick.

Found him dead, stabbed in the heart with a candy cane.

My payment was milk and cookies, if you could believe it.

That’s the last time I ever take a job from a reindeer.

 

[johnnyjet]

A Case of Sugar Plum Fairies

They were all so sweet and innocent, but I've been in the business long enough to know looks can be deceiving.

I said, "Tell me what you know, sugar plum fairies."

They said they found the Mouse King murdered under the Christmas Tree.

"Did you see or hear anything?"

Nobody saw a thing. Naturally. They had a cover tighter than a toy drum.

I walked to the crime scene strewn with candy canes.

Nutcracker. Sweet.

 

[Mouse]

The Nutcracker


Blood red looks so pretty against the snow. I ain't meant to think that -- it ain't right. But I'm damn near freezin' my tits off while I'm waitin' for forensics to clear out and me mind's gone.

I know what I'll see when it's my turn.

One male. Mid-twenties. No balls.

Dead. Obvs.

I know who did 'im in. The Prince. Same ol' signs. Right ol' nutcase.

But I'll catch 'im. Again. Every bloody year.

 

[TheDustyZebra]

As Good As Gold


He drifted through my door like a fragment of an underdone potato.

Wanted to warn me, he said.

Bah! Humbug!

But sure enough, three spooks paid me a visit:

......dame from my past blew in to take me back;

......then her present squeeze showed me a round like there was no tomorrow;

......scared me, near to death, but the next hood wasn’t talkin’.

A change would do me good. Let’s talk turkey.

Merry Christmas, everyone!

 

[A. Fare Wells]

Sacrifices

Crispus was just preparing to leave his office when the king's daughter walked in and tossed thirty pieces of silver onto his desk.

"I need you to find a baby," she said in voice dripping with honey. She pointed to a bright star out the window. "That way. Just bring it to me."

After finding a manger surrounded by angels, Crispus deemed thirty pieces of silver wasn't enough and made a donation to the temple.

 

[The Bravest Newbie]

The den was black and white from the wall boards to the marble hearth.

Except for the blood splattered across the cooling fireplace.

And the two little girls sobbing in a corner. It was the same scene, third time in five years and I wasn't any closer to finding the sick f*ck who did it. Nick was a children’s fable, what happened when mommy walked in on him? These little girls had just seen what.

 

[Mr Orange]

12 Hours of a Department Store Stakeout


In the twelfth hour of the stakeout that fat rosy ******* floored me with the butt of a
Twelve gauge shotgun, with his
Elven goons-a-laughin' and
Tentative shoppers gawpin'. The
Nine hundred bucks
Ain't why I went after
Seven fingered Nick; it was for
Sexy Candy Claus, that
Five star broad. Now I got
Four cracked ribs,
Three broken fingers,
Two punctured lungs
And a torn, bloodstained rent-a-Santa suit.

 

[Sancho]

The Saint Nick Sidekick



I cased the joint.

Carefully avoiding pools of fairy-lit snow bleeding through the drawn curtains, I jimmied the window.

The lush on the sofa opened one eye and screamed

I knocked him out cold



"Daddy!" screamed a girl with a black eye. "Why..."

"Name's Krampus! You snitched to the boss! Said you hate Christmas?"

"Cause h...h...he drinks. Then b...b...beats me!"

My Colt flashed toward her creep father.

"Kid! You get one Christmas wish. Choose Carefully..."

 

[StilLearning]

The Dictator.

Clause shot Rudolf first, through the eye, then Dasher. Blood pooled on the floor, and Clause stepped around it to take a flash drive from the stunned programmer elf “No witnesses, ho ho. This the only copy of your virus”? He asked.

The elf thought: ‘Keep the money, just let me LIVE you fat red sociopath!’

But he said: “Y - Yes, Father Clause”

Clause grinned. “Then we'll hit Washington. The North rises! Ho, Ho Ho!”