Filed Under (Microfiction) by Tansy on 18-12-2013
At the Stark Enterprises holiday party, Tony was the first to sit on Santa’s lap (while carefully balancing a fresh martini). “Wow,” he said, staring at the man appreciatively, “you totally look real.” “You, too,” Santa replied, smiling, causing a ripple of laughter through the crowd. “And what does Iron Man want for Christmas?” “Astatine,” Tony said with a grin. “The rarest element on earth.” Santa wrote it down and gave him a candy cane. The staff howled with laughter. On Christmas morning, however, a package had appeared under the tree in his apartment with a “To Tony From Santa” tag. After scanning it for explosives and finding none, Tony opened the box. It was filled with slips of paper upon which names were written. “While it’s true that astatine is a rare find,” Santa’s note said, “there are other things on Earth much more highly prized and, sometimes, equally as scarce: hope, friendship, loyalty, and love. These things you already have in great abundance – do not forget it. Merry Christmas.” He pulled his father’s name out of the box, then Pepper’s, then Bruce Banner’s, and thousands more remained. He sat on the floor in his pajamas and read every one aloud.
Filed Under (Microfiction) by Tansy on 17-12-2013
Clara hung back at the timber line, taking in all of the twinkling lights, noise, and smells of the various workshops in the clearing. The others twitched with nervous energy, pacing and waiting for word that the pack leader had found an elf out on his own in the woods for proper devouring. Clara closed her eyes and took another breath; the plump and happy old woman was baking in her house – peppermint brownies and ginger spice muffins with caramel icing. Clara would head there instead and whine at the door. She loved the way Mrs Claus treated her like any other stray dog, inviting her inside where it was safe and warm, and she was craving carbs like nobody’s business.
Filed Under (Microfiction) by Tansy on 16-12-2013
He hummed to himself as he worked, “… some ladies dancing, some maids a milking, some swans a swimming, some geese a laying … NINE GOLDEN RINGS!” At the anvil, Sauron’s voice rang out at full volume with peals of laughter immediately following. He loved this time of year almost as much as he would enjoy the fall of Middle Earth.
Filed Under (Microfiction) by Tansy on 14-12-2013
Clarence arrived at the office party in high spirits and looking for Janie. It had been a busy day; he felt a little disoriented and knew he looked a bit disheveled. He was also ravenous. He wandered through the party as the others screamed and ran from him, singularly focused. He had always liked Janie – her looks, her laughter, and most of all her brains.
Filed Under (Microfiction) by Tansy on 13-12-2013
This time of year, reindeer everywhere – normally frowned upon by horses and teased relentlessly by caribou – gained a certain air of mystery. It was as if the world suddenly believed that they could all fly and would lift up into the air at any time. They were fine with this, of course, and really milked it for extra treats at the petting zoos and habitats.
Filed Under (Microfiction) by Tansy on 12-12-2013
Under an assumed name, The Joker opened a dance studio in the warehouse district of Gotham that he called “Pale Moonlight”. Specializing in teaching the extremely shy and/or mentally erratic basic moves, he offered free introductory sessions and multi-class punch cards. Opening the doors for the first time, he swung his arms wide, giggling maniacally and calling out, “Waltz with me, you devils! DANCE WITH ME!”. It was an invitation that some could not refuse.
Filed Under (Microfiction) by Tansy on 11-12-2013
Floyd sat there, staring at the tree with wonder and delight, his tail wagging absent-mindedly. The chihuahua devil in its red collar whispered on his right shoulder, telling him to drink all of the water in the stand, pull on the lights, throw some ornaments around, and then have a relaxing pee behind the couch. The poodle angel in its white collar whined from his left shoulder that he should be a good boy and go into a different room away from temptation. Floyd thanked them both, promising to keep everybody employed as life went on, but he was taking his own counsel this time. He approached the tree, turned around and around and eventually settled on the tree skirt looking up at the lights. His first real holiday since being rescued and adopted … and he wanted to take it all in.
Filed Under (Microfiction) by Tansy on 10-12-2013
She told them everything: the missing strangers, the cannibalism – the dreadful secret behind the holiday roast beast. The plan had been to pin it all on the Grinch, but she had betrayed the town elders to the authorities and warned her friend. He fled back into the mountains with the little dog while she entered the protection program. Sometimes, the former Cindy Lou slept well in her small apartment in central Florida, but most nights she woke up screaming thinking someone was in the kitchen singing, “Fah who for-aze! Dah who dor-aze!”
Filed Under (Microfiction) by Tansy on 09-12-2013
The Ghosts of Christmas Past and Future staged an intervention for Present, who’d become obsessed with Black Friday sales, political argument, complaining about his weight, and asserting that most people and things in the world were most assuredly crap. The turning point came when Ignorance and Want stepped forward. “I’m learning nothing from you,” the boy whispered, “except that things don’t ever turn out the way you want them to.” “And I didn’t realize how much I depended on your almost ridiculous amount of hope,” the girl stuttered. Present cried and cried, vowing to light more candles, drink more nog, and get over himself.
The girls had changed seemingly overnight.
Now, (VERB) near the window,
Hiram thought that he could see both (NOUN) and (NOUN).
It was, of course, just like Hiram to (PHRASE).
Tansy’s answers: fluttering, bare legs, pale faces, miss both the wings and the point of the whole thing.
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