In My Arms – A Short Story From A Twistedly Jolly Christmas 2021

In My Arms “There was so many moments d-during all this t-t-that I truly thought I wouldn’t make it back home, b-b-back to you. I-I-I, I thought after risking everything and anything I had to a-along the way, i-it would e-ensure m-my destiny w-w-would bring m-me home. B-B-But,” he stammers as he looks towards the …

Similar Senses – A Short Story From A Twistedly Jolly Christmas 2021

Similar Senses “D-Did you s-see it?” Salomon stammers as he looks back over to Debbie with wide wild eyes before looking back over to the doorway. “I-I-It’s t-t-there!” he adds as he points to the floorboards then looks back at Debbie once more. She looks at him and smiles nervously as she shakes her head. …

Trigger Finger – A Short Story From A Twistedly Jolly Christmas 2021

Trigger Finger The ball falls awkwardly from his hand and hits the ground with several loud, unmissable clangs and bangs, bringing all eyes upon the small group. At first they all stare without recognition of what they are staring at, but as they slowly process the sounds made by the falling ball, things form, things …

Weathered Heather – A Short Story From A Twistedly Jolly Christmas 2021

Weathered Heather “I can’t believe that’s what it truly is, I mean, if they’re real what else is?” he asks as he turns back and looks at the others in a perplexed manner. “Daddy said your imagination is only as strong as your belief, and if you believe enough, anything is possible.” Patrick rolls his …

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