So after a hiatus last
month due to the flu and other things, Drabble Wednesday is back.
And today on Drabble
Wednesday I’m celebrating the Horror Holidays. Do join me for three tales of
blood and jingle bells…
The Christmas Party
Come in, come in. The more the merrier, isn’t
that what they say? We have food and drinks waiting for you.
The guests shuffled
in, ushered along by festive Christmas music. They moved slowly through an open
door, and saw a wondrous spread of hors d'oeuvres, champagne, cocktails, and
more. They smiled.
You see, just what we promised. The best
Christmas party of your life.
The new arrivals
mingled with the earlier crowd. Behind them the doors closed. Their hosts
raised a glass in a smiling toast, vampire fangs gleaming.
Did we mention? This will also be your last
Christmas.
~*~
The Ghosts of Christmas
Scrooge wasn’t the only
one you know.
And it wasn’t like the
story at all. Those ghosts weren’t trying to help. They showed us visions, that
part was true, but they tempted us, dangled desires and wealth like bangles on a
pretty Christmas tree. Whispered in our ears about what we could have, if we just agreed. They came to both of us, Scrooge and Marley.
They wanted the partnership, you see.
But old Ebenezer was
smart.
He didn’t listen to
those ghosts. He rejected their promises.
He changed.
Me, well, I was
greedy. I acquiesced.
I sold my soul.
~*~
And for the last
offering, (with apologies to Clement Moore), here's a skewed bit of the cherished holiday, coming in a slightly longer
than 100 words…
A Visit from St. Nicholas
'Twas the night before
Christmas, when all through the house
came the smell of dead creatures, yes, even the mouse
The stockings were shredded, all tatters and bare
amid ruins and bloodstains and the odd broken chair
The children were slaughtered
all snug in their beds,
with most of their brains gone away from their heads.
And Mama stopped screaming when she bled from her throat,
while I fled that room as quick as a goat.
And behind me he came, with, oh, such a
clatter,
A’ growling and snarling, and after brain matter
I ran for my life, a Christmas most foul,
With zombie St. Nicholas here on
the prowl
