Holiday
Whiskers & Wishes
Welcome to “Whiskers & Wishes,” a little corner of the Internet where the twinkle of Christmas lights meets the soft purring of cats and the air is always filled with the scent of cinnamon and pine. I am Mrs. Claus, but you can call me Holly. Yes, that’s right, even I have a name other than Mrs. Claus! Here in the North Pole, where the snowflakes dance like sugar plum fairies and the night sky shimmers with aurora whispers, I’ve woven together a tapestry of tales and traditions, all shared with my beloved brood of whiskered companions.
By Holly (Mrs. Claus)8 months ago in Fiction
Potee, Max, and Aquila: The Enchanted Forest Chronicles
Once upon a time in the picturesque town of Ravenswood, there lived a remarkable boy named Potee, along with his faithful companion, a loyal dog named Max. Potee and Max's story was one of unbreakable friendship, adventure, and the unspoken connection that only a boy and his dog could share.
By engin olmez8 months ago in Fiction
Sparkletoots
A/N: I realize the Neolomicro Challenge closed yesterday. I managed to get one entry in and I hadn't intended to do another one, so that's ok. The fact is, while accompanying my wife to Hobby Lobby today, it occurred to me how her Christmas Spirit shines in the custom stockings she's constantly knitting this time of year. My mind being what is, something came to mind, and well, I'll just leave this right here.
By Dana Crandell8 months ago in Fiction
Explorers of the Heart
Explorers of the Heart London, a sprawling metropolis steeped in history, blends iconic landmarks, diverse cultures, and the rush of modern life into its vibrant, dynamic heart. There lived a married couple named Eliza and Benjamin in a cozy little town nestled between rolling hills and a glistening river. They also have two children, Max (son) and Alice (daughter).
By Apurba Deb8 months ago in Fiction
The Magic of Christmas
Of all the times of the year to break up, Valentine's Day was undoubtably the worst. Coming a close second, however, was right before Christmas. Tis the season when everyone is scrambling to finish their workload before the shut-down, all you wanted to do was curl up on the couch and mope over a tub of ice-cream, and you kept getting messages from family asking whether your new ex- would be joining you for the holiday. Didn't really put you in the mood of holiday cheer, peace, and goodwill toward men.
By Natasja Rose8 months ago in Fiction
"The Secret Garden"
Once upon a time, in a tiny village that snuggled beneath a mighty mountain, there lived a curious child named Lily. Everyone knew Lily for her unquenchable thirst for adventure and her deep love for the wonders of nature. She spent her days exploring meadows, climbing tall trees, and chasing fluttering butterflies.
By Eyaquit Zaman Imran8 months ago in Fiction
An Alone Christmas Morning
I sat on the counter with a warm dim light shining on my face, and a bunch of Christmas lights and Christmas decorations surrounding me. Watching through my window the snow fall from the sky, I look at the fireplace, once again only one stocking above the fireplace. I take a sip of my coffee as I close my eyes and wonder what a christmas would be like with a partner or a family. It must feel nice right? I place the mug in the sink and decided to shower and thought about working out, but I couldn't because mostly everything is closed on Christmas... even the gym. How stupid... a holiday that's mainly based off religion causes everything around you to change and not be able to go anywhere. I mean don't get me wrong, I clearly fell for the trap because take a look around my house. There are atleast 10 Santas around every corner. Of course I didn't buy any of these all of my family memebers sent me these as an anual-check-up-on-me. Always sent in a big box wrapped in Christmas paper and big red bow on top. And can't forget the letters with the same phrases reused every year, "We miss you so much" "We hope you feel better soon!" "You're welcome to visit anytime!".
By Alexsandra Castrillon8 months ago in Fiction
Hallowthankmas
Jeremy blinked, wondering if he'd heard correctly. "Halla-who-da-whatnow?" Jasper, his best friends since they were crawling, groaned. "Hallowthankmas. That bastard time of year where you don't get to breathe between being bombarded with corporations trying to sell themed junk you only need once per year, celebration preparations, Hallmark movies that are the same plot with different window dressing, and attempting to juggle conflicting family commitments without starting a family feud."
By Natasja Rose8 months ago in Fiction