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Looking for a steady supply of christmas short stories? Every week thousands of writers submit stories to our writing contest.
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“Thank you, it’s just what I wanted,” she said.
I barely heard her from the other room. It was eight days before Christmas, I wasn’t a full time alcoholic yet, I just started developing tinnitus, I had a band-aid on my neck from when I cut myself shaving 10 minutes ago, I was still believing that things were going to get better, but unbeknownst to me this was the best my life was going to get. I ...
Lucy Carter forces herself to stop trembling by standing stock-still in front of the massive and shiny brass doors of Percy’s Department Store. Her stance is made difficult due to the Christmas passers-by that keep bumping into her and hitting her dirt smudged Percy’s labeled gift bag which she has tightly coiled through her white knuckled hands. Her equally filthy used-to-be white woolen coat is torn away at one sleeve...
Christmas was just a few days away, Miles and his sister Evelyn are sitting on the porch of their childhood home in Northern California, reminiscing about Christmas celebrations from their past. Evelyn smokes her third cigarette and scans the neighbors in the cul-de-sac, putting out decorations, and visiting others with gifts and food.
“What do you bet Blair is making his famous apple chutney ...
James was standing behind the register, staring at the pos screen and sighed. He had just clocked in and walked up to his register. The little, time-clock thing where he swiped his badge had told him where he’d be spending the next 8 hours of his life. Where he would be wearing this stupid ass, blue vest he wore. He was zoned out staring at his screen still tryi...
Christmas: peace and good will to all mankind; well, that was certainly not the case in the London supermarket where I worked. My boss, nicknamed Mr Blotchy by all the employees forced to endure his red-faced rants, found running the store during the big Christmas lead-up stressful, to say the least. I’d taken on the holiday job as cashier and stock clerk to earn a bit of cash, help pay off the student bills, perhaps save a bit for Fran’s gift; I wasn’t expecting a bonus packet of high blood pressure and nervous tics. And that wa...
Mrs. Pelton, the 4th grade teacher, said: “It is 10 days before Christmas. This is your last week of school. We will be working on small projects and one of our projects will be talking about someone you miss and haven't seen for some time. Each of you will write a short story about that person.”
Billy had to think about that. He said, “I know! I'll write about Santa Claus: my Uncle Bob.” He started writing his ...
Christopher checked the drawer again. It was the first time in his life that he felt like he had gotten the exact right gift for a girlfriend. He had watched for clues for what Jessica would like for months. He asked her, of course, but she would always say she didn’t really know what she wanted, and that he didn’t have to get her anything, really, because she just wanted to spend time with him. Sure.
“Ugh, again Bill? How many times are you gonna get arrested this year?”
“Annie, come on, just this one last time. You can make it my Christmas present if you gotta.”
“Oh, Bill, like I’d get you a present. But you’re right it’s almost Christmas so I will give you something. I’m going to let you learn the lesson of dealing with the consequences of your actions, don’t call me again.” I hung up and threw the ...
“You don’t get it, Fie. I don’t want anything.”
Shoppers pushed by. Oblivious to his surroundings, Owen stood between shelves stacked high with Christmas décor. Looking exasperated, Fiona pointed to their surroundings.
He mimicked her and ended with an exaggerated yawn.
“I have what I need.” He shook his head. “Look at this crap. Kitsch, kitsch, kitsch… Could have cornered the gli...
In the past, people described my mother's personality as quirky. These days they would likely say she is ‘on the spectrum’. She is into puzzles, factual knowledge and has very strong opinions on many topics. Conversations with her tend to have a one way flow to them, so I’m never quite sure if what I'm saying is being heard. I will mention one thing, and then the conversation will quickly jump from topic to topic never getting back to that thing I wanted to talk about which can be frustrating.I used to be sure I was diff...
I walked along the crowded cobblestone city streets on the gloomy mid-afternoon of December 24, the day everyone was supposed to be happy, supposed to be excited, supposed to be a lot of things I was not. I had a sealed envelope in my hand. People smiled at me. They hadn’t read the papers close enough.
I shoved my left hand, the one not holding the envelope, into the pocket of my capelet coat and walked faster....
He’s really gone. The thought rattles around in my mind, tumbles into meaninglessness. When he comes home for the holidays this Christmas, it will not be him. It will be a man, with experiences, a life I don’t know about, dressed in his skin. Looking almost the same, but so very different. What do I think of this unknown man? Resentment, for stealing my child from me. Fear, at the inevitable changes. But most of all, pride, at who he is becoming. In the room, we optimi...
Cries and grunts from little Abigail fill the room. She hasn’t pooped in three days. Poor little thing. Two months old is too young to have so many problems. My wife and I have enough to worry about. With bills piling up, her inability to cope with an increasingly colicky baby, and my inability to find steady work, it’s looking more and more like there will be no Christmas to celebrate this year.
It’s hard to un...
It’s a rare thing to find fulfillment in maintaining order, carving it out of chaos, keeping the Barbarians outside the gates. But it’s been my life’s pursuit. Case in point, I return from my lunch break to find all hell has broken loose in the library. How much anarchy has been unleashed in the quarter-hour it takes me to eat my egg salad sandwich is staggering, but it’s all part of my Sisyphean struggle to thwart the laws of entropy. I escort two homeless women in need of a shower to the community bathrooms...
Hi, I'm May and coincidentally my best friend's name is June. We're both 12. She asked me for a PS5 for Christmas but there is a problem, there is only one left in the WORLD. SO I'm going to make it my mission to get my hands on that PS5 and make my best friend have the best Christmas of her life.
Here is my plan: I will go to bed at 9:30, sneak out at 10:00, and get to the bank to make my savings account...
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