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((another story which should never have made it out of my skull. Rated PG.))

I stepped out of the toy department, bags in hand, and was about to make a run for the elevator. Then I heard it. Far away and ghostly: jingle, jingle, jingle…

I looked around myself and found, to my horror, that I was alone. Excepting, of course, my horror, which lounged against the storefront and leered at me. It was time to be going. I made off toward the elevator, not running, whistling the theme song to Magnum P.I. to help keep my spirits up. Then I heard it again: jingle, jingle, jingle…getting closer. I clutched my bag to me and looked around wildly. Where was it? I wasn’t afraid! Oh no, not me. Then suddenly: jingle jingle JINGLE JINGLE…

A great red something came barreling at me, jingling madly all the while. This struck me as odd, and I reeled back, because odd packs quite the punch. I made it to my feet again just in time to note that the big red something was most definitely about to crash into me.

I would’ve fallen, had the big red something not had two massive black hands which reached out to steady me by the lapels. I found myself staring into a reddened, sweaty face with beady, wild eyes that darted every which way before settling on me. Suddenly, it all came together, nearly crushing me. It was a Santa Claus. Not THE, to be sure, but rather an official Store Santa, sans beard.

“YOU’VE GOT TO HELP ME!” he bellowed entreatingly.

“Settle down, settle down,” I said calmly.

“They’re AFTER me!” he cried fearfully.

“What’re They?” I asked definitively.

“Nasty, horrible kids!” he whined childishly.

“So? It’s your job to deal with kids,” I said authoritatively.

“These aren’t normal children!” he said oddly.

“What’s wrong with them?” I asked brokenly.

“They’ve got these horrible sharp teeth!” he said pointedly.

“You didn’t give them candy, did you?” I asked sweetly.

“They’ll fire me for this, won’t they?” he said resignedly.

“Don’t worry yourself too-what’s that?” I said abruptly.

“Aiiiieeeee!” he cried indefinably, and fled. I didn’t blame him.

They came swarming down the hall, little legs pumping up and down. Twenty or more, all with razor sharp teeth and big black claws. Children.

I felt some comment was called for. I said ‘Aaargh.’

"Quit this world, quit the next world, quit quitting!" -Sufi proverb.

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The following comments are for "A Midwinter Dream"
by Beckett Grey

Sounds like some kids I knew once... Anyways not bad keep up the good work.


( Posted by: Drastine [Member] On: December 31, 2001 )

quite frightening.
that picture is stuck in my head for life...little kids with sharp teeth. i like kids (you can take that sarcastically...whichever way you'd prefer). i used to baby sit for these little girls and they'd pull my hair. to their horror, the next visit i came back with a shaved head.

( Posted by: Veruca Salt [Member] On: January 3, 2002 )

Re: quite frightening
I like kids.

I just can't eat a whole one.

( Posted by: Beckett Grey [Member] On: January 4, 2002 )

That's a cute little tale. I really like your depiction of Santa. The only thing that was missing was the smell of booze on his breath.

Or is that a mall Santa cliche?

No matter. I love the way you look at the world. It's something else.


( Posted by: Richard Dani [Member] On: January 4, 2002 )

I like your view kids can be evil. I had to deal with them, and their teeth do hurt. I am going to try and read more now.

( Posted by: P.B. Hedwig [Member] On: January 31, 2002 )

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