Old Nick was sitting at his desk looking over a section of the list his secretary handed him.
The rumor was he checked it twice. In reality he checked it far more often, and he had the final call. The price of being the boss.
He sat there examining one of the names. The kid was on a bit of a bad streak lately but he was pretty good overall. He put a mark next to his name to give one last check before the final list was printed.
He’d have to be good for a few more days. It was close to game time as it was and the elves wanted the list earlier every year. …
It was a rainy day, the day that I met her.
I remember the raindrops making their way down the shop windows as I walked along the sidewalk. I clutched my collar, holding it close to keep the precipitation out, and to keep the last vestiges of warmth inside my jacket. The jacket was old and worn, and it was already doing an unsatisfactory job keeping the rain at bay; I refused to carry an umbrella. My shoes splashed in the ever-growing menagerie of puddles, and I had to find some respite from the rain. …
It was snowing when they finally found the bookstore. The little town was quiet and the shop was the only thing open.
The man walked through the door, jingling the little bell.
An old woman appeared from the back room, “Can I help you?”
“Yes,” he said, “My friend told me about a cave in the woods outside town. He said you could help me.”
The old woman smiled, “Oh I know exactly what you mean.” She closed the curtains and locked the door.
“I…I have money,” he said.
“Oh money won’t do any good here,” she said, pulling out a small golden blade and an ancient looking hourglass. …
More times than I would like to admit I have been sucked into a blackhole of serial television that leaves you a shell of yourself at the end.
It’s surprising to me how quickly it happens.
It always starts off innocently.
You hear good things about a certain show. Or maybe you’re endlessly scrolling in the menu and something catches your eye.
At first, you tell each other that your just going to keep things casual. You know? Like, you just got out of a serious relationship with another show and you’re not looking for a long term commitment.
You start off with all the best intentions. Like with anything else. …
There are tears in my eyes as I write this.
You see, instead of spending Christmas awash in the glow of lights and holiday cheer, I spent it in the parking lot of an animal hospital waiting to hear how my dog was doing.
It all happened so fast.
I never saw it coming. She was nine years old but didn’t look it. She still had a bounce in her step and other than a little grey around the muzzle she looked the same as when she was a puppy.
She still had the energy of a younger dog. She still could run like the wind until Christmas morning when suddenly her legs stopped working. …