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“The Regift” by David Mac Mahon

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Maybe this will be my year, maybe this Christmas someone will finally appreciate me. I’m a photo frame, but not just any old photo frame; I’m a silver-plated photo frame. I’ll have you know; I wasn’t cheap. I was displayed in a glass cabinet beside expensive jewellery in an upmarket store. You wouldn’t have found me in one of those bargain basements stores. I’ve been regifted eight times but I’m still brand new, I’m still in my original packaging. Okay, there is a bit of a scuff on one of my corners but that’s just on my outer pac...

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“My Girl” by Danica Zink

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Life was simple. As soon as I was taken from my shipping box, I had very few surprises. I was placed in a bin where my job was to simply wait. Wait to be shuffled to the top, wait to be noticed, wait to be returned to the bin. Some days would be more exciting than others, of course. I could go from top to bottom and back again five times in a day if it was busy, but no matter how many times I was picked up, I would always be put back and the lemur, dog, or unicorn next to me would be picked up. Some came back, some didn’t.Of course none of u...

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“Dentiscalpium” by Paulo Sayson

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The scent of pine needles and cinnamon hung heavy in the air, a cloying blend that grated on my senses. The rhythmic, jovial voices of children singing carols echoed from an old turntable in the corner, their cheerfulness almost mocking in its perfection. The humans called these sensations the "spirit of Christmas," a ludicrous notion to a being such as myself. I watched them from the black accent wall, perfectly still, with a tray of champagne balanced on all five fingers of my metallic hand. The humans were oblivious to my presence, their ...

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“Christmas From the Dog's Perspective” by Nora Thompson

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“Can dogs get seasonal depression?” Amanda asked whoever she was on the phone with. The cellphone was pressed against the side of her head with her shoulder while she tried to type at her computer. The other person said something and Amanda laughed. “He just seems so sad.” I returned to my spot on the couch, it was directly next to the radiator and the window. Amanda’s apartment let in a draft through the window and the radiator made up for it. Somehow this spot on the end of the couch was the perfect temperature. I’d only ...

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“KRAMPUS THE EVIL OF CHRISTMAS” by Melinda Madrigal

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Tale as old as time tells the story of an evil being who comes out of hiding once a year to terrorize the kids of the world. On this day when all the kids of the world are writing letters to Santa Claus wishing for the best presents, this being is watching and waiting. His name is Krampus and he is waiting for your child. Krampus the evil of Christmas is here. Merry, merry little boys and girls of the world. Your wishes may they never come true. I will make your nightmares come true. Krampus the evil of Christmas is here ready to strike fear...

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“Holiday Time” by Ellen Talboom

Submitted to Contest #281

That time of year. The decorations start covering almost every part of open blank space on the ground floor of the office building. Humans climb up on ladders, attach green looking leaves along the walls. Odd, no one waters them, yet they stay the same color, bright and shiny. Then the leaves are taken down. Every year, same thing. Humans talk a different language from during the year. Interesting concept. "How ya doing Laura", a guest said, walking past the information desk? "Doing well, you, Mr. Jenkins"? "Great. I love the holi...

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“Dusty Echos” by Lou Jayne

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Dusty Echos Creeeeeaaak tap tap, groan creak, aaaaaaaaaahhhhhh, creak, scrape, whhhhhoooooooo, whhhhhhooooo.“Hello? Am I still alone?”whup, whup, whup, whup, tsp tsp, tsp tsp, whup whup, whup. “Everything is going a little foggy, please tell me I’m not alone In this dark cold place ?”Sniff sniff , scrape, tap tap ,tap, tap, scuttle, sniff. “Hahaha that tickles, now I know someone is here with me, who is it?” Squeak squeak, sniff sniff. Tsp tsp tsp. “Whoah whoah, helllllp whoah, oh Thank you for catching me, I hope you don’t mind me spinning ...

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“Prey” by Michael Rasmussen

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The first rays of dawn painted the sky in pale hues as he crouched at the water's edge, muscles aching from a night of prowling. Small birds had begun their morning songs, their calls marking the transition from his hunting time to theirs. The stars were fading, replaced by streaks of orange and pink that reminded him of fresh meat. Water lapped against his bloodied mouth, sending ripples across the river's surface, disturbing his reflection – the face of an old hunter, battle-scarred and graying around the muzzle. A wound in his hindquarter...

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“The HERS Cup” by Gali Sharon

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I was created as one of two, the “HERS” from a “HIS and HERS” white porcelain coffee cup set. Handmade by a young artist, I stood proud on the table, watching people go by. I wasn’t flawless. I knew my rim wasn’t a perfect circle, and the curve of the black “R” bent back, almost forming a “B”. Who would buy me? I craved to have warm liquid poured into me, to be held and owned, to go into someone’s home. At times, people touched me or picked me up, their soft, warm hands both comforting and freeing - only to put me down again and again. As th...

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“Joe (Peedoo)” by Deb Dobbins

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Joe / Peedoo"What the hell?" I realized my mouth was hanging open, but the words weren't coming out. "I mean, Uhm... So, this is your daughter?" The... girl standing in front of me was approximately three feet tall, with dark, kinky, hair looked like Joe must have pulled the ponytail up on top of her head in a hurry, it was slightly askew, with errant strands shooting out the sides at various angles. "Yes. Sandy..." he said touching the girl's shoulder slightly. "This is Kelsey, a friend from work."I had recovered slightly from the surprisin...

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“Where Souls Linger” by S. D. Vogt

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Where Souls Linger The end, when it came, was both sudden and agonizing. Nathan remembered only fragments: the crushing exhaustion behind his eyes after another endless day; the momentary lapse when he gave in and closed them, just for a second; the bend in the road, unseen until it was too late; and the way gravity pulled his car into a deadly descent. His life didn’t flash before his eyes. Instead, in those fleeting moments of consciousness, regret filled him like a weight he hadn’t realized he’d been carrying. At thirty-two, happiness see...

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“Santa’s Right-Hand Guy” by Ej Vizzard

Submitted to Contest #281

Ah, Christmas in Bavaria. For most folks here, it’s a time to lounge by the fire and watch snow gather on the mountains. For Santa and me, it’s the busiest day of the year. We tramp from house to house with our sacks, knocking on doors. He pulls gifts from his bag for the good kids; I stuff the naughty ones into mine. Their eyes widen the second they see my gnarled horns. By the time I bare my fangs, they’re usually bawling so hard I don’t need to show them my snakelike tongue—but I do anyway because it’s a howl. Then I jam them, beggin...

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“The Uninvited Guest” by Anthony Andrés

Submitted to Contest #281

No matter the holiday, I am the uninvited guest at every family gathering that everyone works so hard to ignore. No one offers me eggnog or a slice of pumpkin pie. There is never an official seat for me at any table. Nor is there a present with my name on it under the tree. I don’t take it personally. I get it. I make people uneasy. Granted, part of the fun is watching their discomfort as they twist themselves into a bow, trying to avoid me, the elephant in the room.There are so many reasons why I can show up at your party. One of my pe...

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“A Sniff on Christmas Night” by Elijshiah Becton

Submitted to Contest #281

We were known to like cold weather. Our coats were made for it. The snow falls right off of us. I could be a statue in this weather, unmoving as it falls, for hours, days even, and I would be alright. I'm built for this. I know this. She knows this. But regardless, she wants me to come inside. She's stopped yelling my name and only watches me from the door. But I'm not budging. If I fight my impulses a little longer, I might get away with it this time. I stare up at her from the spot I made on the ground. My frigid blue eyes almost blending ...

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“I AM A WEREWOLF BUT I’M DIFFERENT” by Chuck Suave

Submitted to Contest #281

I am a werewolf, but I’m different.I am trapped between two worlds. A beast in the flesh and a man in memories. My very existence is a defiance of nature's order. An anomaly created by moonlight and torment. I vividly recall my transformation into the man-beast I have become.Beneath the light of a full moon, the change began. I had been camping and fishing at the lake. Doubling over in pain I thought I’d just got a tummy bug. The pain intensified and my veins were bulging under my skin. I could feel my muscles twisting and rippling in my bod...

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Write a story from the POV of a non-human character.

Submissions are closed

✍️ 103 stories

“The Regift” by David Mac Mahon

“My Girl” by Danica Zink

“Dentiscalpium” by Paulo Sayson

“Christmas From the Dog's Perspective” by Nora Thompson

“KRAMPUS THE EVIL OF CHRISTMAS” by Melinda Madrigal

“Holiday Time” by Ellen Talboom

“Dusty Echos” by Lou Jayne

“Prey” by Michael Rasmussen

“The HERS Cup” by Gali Sharon

“Joe (Peedoo)” by Deb Dobbins

“Where Souls Linger” by S. D. Vogt

“Santa’s Right-Hand Guy” by Ej Vizzard

“The Uninvited Guest” by Anthony Andrés

“A Sniff on Christmas Night” by Elijshiah Becton

“I AM A WEREWOLF BUT I’M DIFFERENT” by Chuck Suave

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Write about a mysterious guest who arrives at a party — but no one knows who they are.

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