A Twisted Christmas Tale

I thought I would share a short with y'all just in time for Christmas :-D

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A Twisted Christmas tale
Copyright © 2012 Charity Parkerson

About the story

In December of 2012 I won The Mistress of the Darkpath writing contest for the fourth time with this flash fiction piece. This is not an erotic story but instead it is simply bent.

The fat man needs to die, Kevin decided as he stared at the fire blazing in the fireplace. The orange glow of the flickering flames gave the tiny room its only light, but it did nothing to relieve its bleakness. Three years in a row now, he had sat in this exact spot and waited for the red-suited, jolly man’s arrival, only to have his efforts thwarted each time, but not this year. He was ready for him this time. A plate of arsenic-sprinkled cookies and a glass of rat-poisoned milk sat at his elbow as a welcoming gift for the unwanted yearly visitor. Evil lurked behind those coal-colored eyes. Santa might have lured the rest of the world into his mythical white van with the promise of free candy, but Kevin knew the truth. He was no more than a thief. Three hundred and sixty-five days a year, Kevin donned his tiny pink tights and slaved away, collecting his pearly white treasures, always making sure to pay the going rate, only to have an obese borderline diabetic drop in once a year and destroy his treasure with sticky sugary sweets. Gripping the metal pliers that he held at the ready a bit tighter, a smile of pure satisfaction touched Kevin’s lips. This year, Kevin would take his treasure in trade. A cold blast of wind whipped through the room, killing the fire, and plunged the room into darkness. Restless hooves beat against the rooftop as the sound of heavy footsteps fell across the wooden floor. The rapid beating of Kevin’s heart drummed inside his ears and his eyes refused to adjust to the sudden loss of light. The air stirred at his side and Kevin leaped from his seat, swinging the heavy pliers wildly. When his blow met with only empty air, the momentum carried him full-circle and left him off-balance until he landed solidly on his rear-end. A jolly laugh filled the room as a wave of exhaustion fell over him and he was no longer able to hold his eyes open.

The bright morning sunlight fell across Kevin’s face, pulling him from a deep sleep. Disheartened, Kevin realized he had slept through another Christmas Eve night. In his chair sat a bright red stocking overflowing with sticky sweet candies. The weight of failure sat heavily upon his chest until he spied the empty glass. Kevin nearly cackled in laughter as he moved to the table. He might have missed seeing him, but Santa would not survive the night. However, sitting on top of the now bare plate was a tiny white note.
“Thank you for the milk and cookies. I use them to fuel my sleigh. If you wish to best me, might I suggest sleeping during the day? Until then, please accept this gift without fear, as I look forward to matching wits with you again next year. Sincerely, S.C.”
Underneath the note, amongst the cookie crumbs, sat two pearly white teeth. If he wasn’t mistaken, they were from the front.

The End


Charity Parkerson is an award winning and multi-published author with Ellora's Cave Publishing, Midnight Books, and Punk & Sissy Publications. Born with no filter from her brain to her mouth, she decided to take this odd quirk and insert it in her characters.
*2013 Readers' Favorite Award winner
*ARRA Finalist for Favorite Paranormal Romance
*Five-time winner of The Mistress of the Darkpath
*Named one of the top 10 best books by an Indie author in 2011- Paranormal Reads Reviews
*Best Paranormal Romance of 2012- Paranormal Reads Reviews
*Quoted in the Sydney Morning Herald as an authority on Independent Publishing.
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