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BlogFestivus #5 – Tiny Tim

I figure I owe you this dinner. You saved my life five years ago.”

Tim grinned. “Does that make me your saviour?”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” said Scrooge. “I was depressed, anything might have done it. All you did was give me your hand. I’m the one who pulled myself out.”

“Yeah, whatever. I saved you, just admit it,” said Tim. “Anything might have done it, but nothing might have happened, either. You could’ve died.”

“This is my thanks, this dinner,” said Scrooge. “Don’t rub it in.”

“So tell me the story,” asked his father, and for the briefest blink of the eye, Scrooge saw his own father staring back at him, that constant judging look, that never-wavering stare that caused lesser men to break down in front of him. But then it was gone in the blink of an eye, and there was Timothy’s father, smiling brightly with an odd light in his eyes.

“I was at the end of my rope,” explained Scrooge. “I hated the world around me and everyone in it. And yet, even after I tried to brush him aside, your son didn’t relent. Now, I’m not like one of these depressive kids these days out for attention, but what he did was open me up again to the world. I decided then and there that it was time to change.”

“Inspiring story,” Tim’s father agreed. “We could all learn from it.”

Note: This is a little late, but I got stuck without internet for about half a week. Better late than never, I say!

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Linda penning at linda vernon humor
Tom over at Shouts from the Abyss
Maria-Christina blogging at MCWhispers
Dylan of Treatment of Visions
Sarah from Parent Your Business
Dawn blogging at Lingering  Visions
K8edid from k8edid
Eileen from Not The Sword But The Pen
Lindsey at RewindRevise
Kandy of Kandy Talk
Theodore from This Blog Needs A Title
Sandra writing at In Love With Words
Natalie from So I Went Undercover
Jen at Blog It or Lose It
Amelie from In the Barberry
Cee Cee blogging at Cee Cee’s Blog
Ashley from LittleWonder2 (this is me)
BD writing Blogdramedy


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BlogFestivus #4 – Christmas Future

Scrooge had somehow been saved.

He had almost been a statistic; suicidal rates at Christmas skyrocket, everyone knows that. But he wouldn’t have thrown himself off a bridge or jumped in front of a car. He would’ve just walked out into a world he had grown to hate until it buried him.

It wasn’t that he had been particularly touched by the little boy who had talked to him once, or suddenly believed in the kindness of strangers. But as he thought of the sight of him walking away, something had risen in his chest. A bright little ball of hope, that he didn’t even have the spirit to damn it the way he always had.

It wasn’t just some cheesy line, no, it had been somehow real, and not anything like he’d ever assumed. Scrooge was nothing if not ambitious, and that hope turned into a new goal in his mind.

He still hated his family, but they weren’t the only ones that existed. There were people out there that might understand him. And he had found them.

“Pass the turkey,” said Scrooge, sitting at the dinner table.

Familiar old hands complied. After five years, he had met that special little boy again, after Scrooge had pulled himself out of his slump, and now he had a whole new family.

“Of course,” said Tim.

Note: This is a little late, but I got stuck without internet for about half a week. Better late than never, I say!

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Linda penning at linda vernon humor
Tom over at Shouts from the Abyss
Maria-Christina blogging at MCWhispers
Dylan of Treatment of Visions
Sarah from Parent Your Business
Dawn blogging at Lingering  Visions
K8edid from k8edid
Eileen from Not The Sword But The Pen
Lindsey at RewindRevise
Kandy of Kandy Talk
Theodore from This Blog Needs A Title
Sandra writing at In Love With Words
Natalie from So I Went Undercover
Jen at Blog It or Lose It
Amelie from In the Barberry
Cee Cee blogging at Cee Cee’s Blog
Ashley from LittleWonder2 (this is me)
BD writing Blogdramedy


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BlogFestivus #3 – Christmas Present

It was getting colder. He hated snow. He hated winter. And most of all, he hated Christmas.

He wheezed into his hand. He was an old man, and it didn’t help that it was so cold. As he sat down in a bench to rest, he looked around and saw not some beautiful scape, but a hateful, biting place. A populated desert, serving to bury him faster.

“Sir?”

With looked up with a glare. “What is it?” he bit.

A blonde child looked at him with fear in his eyes. “S-sorry,” he said. Scrooge wasn’t; he’d lost his patience long ago. He waited for the boy to continue to speak.

Instead, he just stared. “What is it, boy, what do you want?” he snapped.

“You seemed lonely.”

Scrooge frowned. It wasn’t like humanity to care for him, some stranger off the street, for no reason at all. But it was known. “I’m fine,” he grumbled.

“Are you sure?”

His mouth tightened. “Why should you care?” he growled.

“Don’t you?”

“Don’t I what?”

“Don’t you care if anyone cares about you? You should care. If it were me, I’d be terribly worried?

“Worried? Why?”

“Because that’s the worst feeling there is.”

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Amy penning at Fix it or Deal

Tom over at Shouts from the Abyss

Steve from Stevil

Maria-Christina blogging at MCWhispers

Dylan of Treatment of Visions

Sarah from Parent Your Business

Dawn blogging at Lingering Visions

K8edid from k8edid

Dave bringing it at 1pointperspective

Eileen from Not the Sword But The Pen

Lindsey at RewindRevise

Kandy of Kandy Talk

Sandra writing at In Love With Words

Natalie from So I Went Undercover

Jen at Blog It or Lose It

Amelie from In the Barberry

Cee Cee blogging at Cee Cee’s Blog

Ashley from LittleWonder2 (this is me)

BD writing Blogdramedy


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BlogFestivus #2 – Christmas Past

“Give it back!”

Scrooge had just unwrapped his biggest christmas, and now he was gripping it tight, struggling to hold on to it as his brother tugged it back and forth between them. He was well aware that his father had only bought it for him in an attempt to buy his love, but he didn’t care. He never wanted anyone else to have it. And he certainly didn’t want to share it with his older brother, because he knew for a fact that if he ever did, he’d never see it again.

“No!” his brother spat.

“Dad! Make him stop!” cried Scrooge.

“Now, now, son, if he wants to borrow it, you should be a good little brother and let him.”

“But dad –”

“No buts,” he said. He pulled his hand off his own present, allowing just enough so that his brother could finally pull his present from his hands.

By the time Scrooge was nine, it was a well-known fact that that toy train had always been his brother’s. Scrooge never quite stopped hating his family for it.

“I hate you, I hate you!”

“Now, now, son,” his father said. “If Santa got you coal for Christmas, it’s only because he knows what a bad boy you’ve been this year. Just think of all the things you’ve done to your poor brother.”

“It’s not fair! I hate you!”

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Amy penning at Fix it or Deal

Tom over at Shouts from the Abyss

Steve from Stevil

Maria-Christina blogging at MCWhispers

Dylan of Treatment of Visions

Sarah from Parent Your Business

Dawn blogging at Lingering Visions

K8edid from k8edid

Dave bringing it at 1pointperspective

Eileen from Not the Sword But The Pen

Lindsey at RewindRevise

Kandy of Kandy Talk

Sandra writing at In Love With Words

Natalie from So I Went Undercover

Jen at Blog It or Lose It

Amelie from In the Barberry

Cee Cee blogging at Cee Cee’s Blog

Ashley from LittleWonder2 (this is me)

BD writing Blogdramedy


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BlogFestivus #1 – Scrooge

“Psh, idiots,” he grumbled, his hands scrunched deep in his brown pockets as he narrowed his eyes at all the christmas lights and the coned tree in the middle of the mall.

He hated Christmas, just hated it. All those blinking lights, screaming of a world in the dark desperate to believe their little lives had meaning. He had once been out on the street, out in the cold, and even now, those lights were mocking him.

Even now, he was bitterly poor, but he had a stable job running a small company. Job security was low these days, though, and times were hard. He certainly had no time to waste on goodwill and gift-giving.

Who cared what people thought of him, anyway? He was busy squeezing his way to the top. People just didn’t understand how the upper class lives; they assumed that everyone there was deliciously rich, and in some ways he was, but he had time only for himself.

And that’s the way he’d want it, anyway. He had only ever had himself; his father and brother never really connected with him. They had each other, and he had himself.

The outsiders moved aimlessly around him. He was the only one with any real purpose in life.

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Amy penning at Fix it or Deal

Tom over at Shouts from the Abyss

Steve from Stevil

Maria-Christina blogging at MCWhispers

Dylan of Treatment of Visions

Sarah from Parent Your Business

Dawn blogging at Lingering Visions

K8edid from k8edid

Dave bringing it at 1pointperspective

Eileen from Not the Sword But The Pen

Lindsey at RewindRevise

Kandy of Kandy Talk

Sandra writing at In Love With Words

Natalie from So I Went Undercover

Jen at Blog It or Lose It

Amelie from In the Barberry

Cee Cee blogging at Cee Cee’s Blog

Ashley from LittleWonder2 (this is me)

BD writing Blogdramedy


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BlogFestivus #5 – Comet

Comet was too fast for his own good. He was as fast as Dasher, but without the attitude. The one thing Dasher and Prancer had in common was their need to show off.

Comet had heard that Dasher had even mowed some kids down, that’s how headstrong he was. Comet much preferred the quiet rustle and chirp of the woods, where he could race off without worrying about getting in trouble with the humans, let alone Santa…

Comet was so fast, that he often left a trail of pixie dust behind him. Luckily, his body never ran out of the stuff. It was as if a pixie was living eternally on his back. If so, he’d be impressed by the pixie’s ability to hang on at such high speeds.

He loved the thrill of never knowing what might happen to him next. Leaves and branches whizzing by, Comet always preferred to run through the air than on the ground.

Although, Comet had to think that if Dasher was amongst humans, he’d have to. If people knew magic reindeer existed, soon enough they’d started tracking down Santa.

Comet wasn’t running aimlessly through the air. He was missing Cupid. Comet and Cupid were usually inseparable, but now Comet had lost her.

If Cupid could spot his trail of pixie dust, she’d be able to find him again. If not, then Comet at least hoped that his sharp senses really were picking up Cupid straight ahead.

Fifth entry of BlogFestivus

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Participants of BlogFestivus:

Blogdramedy

Steve Betz – the holiday mixer.

Rewind Revise – newly married and on her very own joy train.

Lenore Diane — thoughts from the Elf Queen herself.

Shouts from the Abyss – Tom’s on a mission to blighten your holiday season.

FiX It or Deal — Amy Severson bringing it robot-style.

Lynn Schneider Books — Lynn, the BlogFestivus newbie.

1 Point Perspective — the Bruce Willis of WordPress.

So I Went Undercover — she’s undercover and that’s all I’ll say about that.

Joe Owen’s Blog — he’s got forty-something eyes. Not Betty Davis eyes.

MC’s Whispers – Maria-Christina works in PR. What kind of “spin” will she put on this writing challenge?

LittleWonder2  – a musical surfing vampire lover. I know.

Blog It or Lose It! – One word. Minecraft.

Voice in Me — Reena’s from India…where reindeer go on vacation.

Apprentice, never master – Gwendolyn, the fearless.

A Year of Daily Posts — Sarah, the paperback writer (three manuscripts but they count.)

Dot Knows! — Liz, the life changer.

k8edid — oh, yes. She did.

The Day After – A musing wannabe.

A Spoonful of Suga – Making reality sexy.

Random Says – in the moment. At the moment.


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BlogFestivus #4 – Vixen

She and Prancer would be the ultimate power couple, Vixen thought. If she wasn’t too busy flirting with all of the other reindeer she deemed worth her time.

Rubbing her body down another healthy reindeer, her body hummed with desire. She was a real Vixen. Just as the other reindeer gained interest, she galloped away, forcing him to chase her.

She may not have those big manly antlers, and Santa’s pulling crew may be a boy’s club, but she was living proof that she could be discounted for nothing.

She shot into the sky, leaving the poor young reindeer stuck on the ground, helplessly watching after her.

Her habits were going to get her in trouble one day. Or they would, if she ever pulled that stunt with the other magic reindeer. But she was smart, and she was careful. She was trouble, not the other way around.

She looked down on the reindeer on the ground. He was alone in the wild, and young too. He didn’t have a pack… he’d be lucky to survive out here. The least she could do was give him a little action.

She heard a bell ring, and she turned her head. There were other magic reindeer close by. She looked around, through the temperate forest, before she caught sight of an antler bobbing up for a second before it lowered into the trees for a moment.

She followed. There was a better adventure ahead.

It’s…

Fourth entry for BlogFestivus

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BlogFestivus Participants:

Blogdramedy

Steve Betz – the holiday mixer.

Rewind Revise – newly married and on her very own joy train.

Lenore Diane — thoughts from the Elf Queen herself.

Shouts from the Abyss – Tom’s on a mission to blighten your holiday season.

FiX It or Deal — Amy Severson bringing it robot-style.

Lynn Schneider Books — Lynn, the BlogFestivus newbie.

1 Point Perspective — the Bruce Willis of WordPress.

So I Went Undercover — she’s undercover and that’s all I’ll say about that.

Joe Owen’s Blog — he’s got forty-something eyes. Not Betty Davis eyes.

MC’s Whispers – Maria-Christina works in PR. What kind of “spin” will she put on this writing challenge?

LittleWonder2  – a musical surfing vampire lover. I know.

Blog It or Lose It! – One word. Minecraft.

Voice in Me — Reena’s from India…where reindeer go on vacation.

Apprentice, never master – Gwendolyn, the fearless.

A Year of Daily Posts — Sarah, the paperback writer (three manuscripts but they count.)

Dot Knows! — Liz, the life changer.

k8edid — oh, yes. She did.

The Day After – A musing wannabe.

A Spoonful of Suga – Making reality sexy.

Random Says – in the moment. At the moment.


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BlogFestivus #3 – Prancer

Prancer liked to show off.

He wasn’t as headstrong as Dasher or Dancer, but he certainly was enough of a show off that he deserved to be up the front when pulling along Santa’s sleigh.

The fact that he was behind the two reindeers that led the way each year was a hit to his inflated ego.

He was the one with the shiniest coat, the most graceful gallops — even in the air — and he also felt he was the most charming of all the other reindeer.

He made the girls giggle where he nudged them, licking bare palms and exposed fingers, nuzzling people as he walked smoothly through the winter cold ground, the snow chased away from this town.

Little girls loved him. Little boys wanted to ride on his back, and he allowed a few at a time to do so, moving calmly around the space.

Teenage boys weren’t so impressed with him (no doubt jealous), but they stuck around with their girlfriends, enamored with how cute he was. Occasionally, he would step on those boys’ feet, knowing instinctively how you deal with rivals.

The older people just seemed content to sit and watch. He was glad for it; he was Santa’s gift to the world, after all. He encouraged some of the more curious of them the feel his fur. It was smooth, soft and beautiful; the smoothest there was.

It was clear that he was the most superior reindeer.

Third entry of BlogFestivus

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BlogFestivus Participants:

Blogdramedy

Steve Betz – the holiday mixer.

Rewind Revise – newly married and on her very own joy train.

Lenore Diane — thoughts from the Elf Queen herself.

Shouts from the Abyss – Tom’s on a mission to blighten your holiday season.

FiX It or Deal — Amy Severson bringing it robot-style.

Lynn Schneider Books — Lynn, the BlogFestivus newbie.

1 Point Perspective — the Bruce Willis of WordPress.

So I Went Undercover — she’s undercover and that’s all I’ll say about that.

Joe Owen’s Blog — he’s got forty-something eyes. Not Betty Davis eyes.

MC’s Whispers – Maria-Christina works in PR. What kind of “spin” will she put on this writing challenge?

LittleWonder2 – a musical surfing vampire lover. I know. (Yup, that’s me.)

Blog It or Lose It! – One word. Minecraft.

Voice in Me — Reena’s from India…where reindeer go on vacation.

Apprentice, never master – Gwendolyn, the fearless.

A Year of Daily Posts — Sarah, the paperback writer (three manuscripts but they count.)

Diary of a Sensitive Soul — Immie, blogging from the U.K. (Why am I feeling Bruce Springsteen?)

Dot Knows! — Liz, the life changer.

k8edid — oh, yes. She did.

The Day After – A musing wannabe.

A Spoonful of Suga – Making reality sexy.

Random Says – in the moment. At the moment.


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BlogFestivus #2 – Dancer

She watched him dance from bushes that reminded her of holly and mistletoe. A perfect holiday image, paired with the dancing reindeer.

It’s movements with its front legs raptured her imagination, as if that was the most graceful of movements rather than just skittering around in the snow. It’s back legs kicked up snow playfully.

Alone in the clearing, he danced as if no one was watching. He probably thought they weren’t.

She had seen how mad he could get amongst people, how he would charge with no seeming purpose or motivation. He would be different with his own kind, she thought.

He just distrusted humans.

She’d seen him mow down bystanders in her town. They’d capture him and send him back out into the wild. He’d always come back, which is why this time, she’d followed him.

He was so happy out here. So why didn’t he stay here?

He sniffed the air, jumping back and forth on his front and back legs in response, running off through the trees. She chased after him, determined…

She almost lost it when she saw the city boys luring the reindeer out from the forest, berries in their hands. She felt so angry at their deception. How dare they endanger her town just for their own entertainment?

“Hey,” she cried. “Stop that!”

They ran as soon as they spotted her, and Dancer ran them down.

She smiled. That should teach them.

This time, Dancer returned.

Second entry for BlogFestivus

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BlogFestivus Participants:

Blogdramedy

Steve Betz – the holiday mixer.

Rewind Revise – newly married and on her very own joy train.

Lenore Diane — thoughts from the Elf Queen herself.

Shouts from the Abyss – Tom’s on a mission to blighten your holiday season.

FiX It or Deal — Amy Severson bringing it robot-style.

Lynn Schneider Books — Lynn, the BlogFestivus newbie.

1 Point Perspective — the Bruce Willis of WordPress.

So I Went Undercover — she’s undercover and that’s all I’ll say about that.

Joe Owen’s Blog — he’s got forty-something eyes. Not Betty Davis eyes.

MC’s Whispers – Maria-Christina works in PR. What kind of “spin” will she put on this writing challenge?

LittleWonder2  – a musical surfing vampire lover. I know.

Blog It or Lose It! – One word. Minecraft.

Voice in Me — Reena’s from India…where reindeer go on vacation.

Apprentice, never master – Gwendolyn, the fearless.

A Year of Daily Posts — Sarah, the paperback writer (three manuscripts but they count.)

Diary of a Sensitive Soul — Immie, blogging from the U.K. (Why am I feeling Bruce Springsteen?)

Dot Knows! — Liz, the life changer.

k8edid — oh, yes. She did.

The Day After – A musing wannabe.

A Spoonful of Suga – Making reality sexy.

Random Says – in the moment. At the moment.


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BlogFestivus #1 – Dasher

He ran circles around the makeshift ice rink, leaving people gawking at him, leaping to the side, sprawling to the ground or sent in a spin. He was like a horse running around a track, and he was so fast, that most people didn’t even have much time to recover.

“Come on, kids, off the ice…” one worried dad called, waving his children over to the door, struggling to their feet and staggering over.

Other people watched from the sidelines, complaining to each other about what a rude reindeer he was.

The ones on the ice were worse. Although they found that the middle of the ice was perfectly safe, they were soon shouting obscenities at the reindeer, unimpressed at this behaviour.

Dasher stopped in his tracks, black eyes staring at the group of name callers in the middle of the ice. He was only here to have fun, and the group were starting to tick him off.

He changed directions and charged the group head on. Panicked, the men started scattering, trying to avoid Dasher, but he began to pick them off one by one.

The last man standing was getting more panicked as each of his friends were getting picked off. He tried to speed up to outskate Dasher, but he was getting closer…

His black snow jacket soon matched the shadow looming over him, and before he could reach the door, he was slammed into it hard by the reindeer.

First entry for BlogFestivus

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BlogFestivus Participants:

Blogdramedy

Steve Betz – the holiday mixer.

Rewind Revise – newly married and on her very own joy train.

Lenore Diane — thoughts from the Elf Queen herself.

Shouts from the Abyss – Tom’s on a mission to blighten your holiday season.

FiX It or Deal — Amy Severson bringing it robot-style.

Lynn Schneider Books — Lynn, the BlogFestivus newbie.

1 Point Perspective — the Bruce Willis of WordPress.

So I Went Undercover — she’s undercover and that’s all I’ll say about that.

Joe Owen’s Blog — he’s got forty-something eyes. Not Betty Davis eyes.

MC’s Whispers – Maria-Christina works in PR. What kind of “spin” will she put on this writing challenge?

LittleWonder2  – a musical surfing vampire lover. I know.

Blog It or Lose It! – One word. Minecraft.

Voice in Me — Reena’s from India…where reindeer go on vacation.

Apprentice, never master – Gwendolyn, the fearless.

A Year of Daily Posts — Sarah, the paperback writer (three manuscripts but they count.)

Dot Knows! — Liz, the life changer.

k8edid — oh, yes. She did.

The Day After – A musing wannabe.

A Spoonful of Suga – Making reality sexy.

Random Says – in the moment. At the moment.