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The Christmas Story Writing Challenge 2020
« on: November 22, 2020, 10:26:23 AM »
Hey Hey Hey everyone, or rather...HO! HO! HO!

I know for many Thanksgiving isn't even done with yet, but it may alarm you to hear that we are less than 5 weeks away from Christmas!

So I figured there was no time like the present to give you a heads up and a cordial invite to the 2020 Xmas Story challenge. Just what is this I hear you cry? Well its simple, make a short Christmas story and post it here! Parodies and stupidity are encouraged (I for one will be doing either It's a Wonderful Isekai or Elf Note) Or if you have a totally original idea, then feel free to smash it down here. We will be doing some live readings of those posted on an episode of the upcoming 12 days of Xmas so do keep in mind, it needs to be shortish.

Other than that just have fun and do whatever you feel like.


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Re: The Christmas Story Writing Challenge 2020
« Reply #1 on: December 13, 2020, 10:55:07 AM »
I don’t know if I missed the boat on this one, but despite how busy I’ve been I’ve managed to bash out a little something!


WORKING MAN’S CHRISTMAS JOURNEY

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Taisa stood on the sidewalk, braced against the brisk winter cold. Bouncing lightly on his toes, he blew into his cupped hands and then rubbed them vigorously to get some blood pumping. Dawn had broken gloriously upon this Christmas morning, marking nearly eight hours since he had shared a long goodbye with his family on Christmas Eve. He had enveloped his daughter in a hug filled with love, offered his son a fatherly squeeze on the shoulder, and stolen a kiss and blush with his wife; and then he was away to the streets. He did not mind braving the night, even on the Holidays. His task was an important one, and he did it for his family’s sake.

Bundled snugly in a scarf, hat, and gloves, all of which had been gifts he had received over the years in preparation for this task, he began his journey on the metro. He swayed to the familiar rattle of the tracks, knowing exactly when to brace against the more forceful throws. He spent over three-quarters of the year, every year, commuting on this route after all. He alighted downtown and exited the station, and began walking the two blocks over towards his destination. The winter night sky was blessedly clear - rain could really bring down the mood - but the moon and stars never stood a chance in the contest of who could shine the brightest, when pitted against the sparkling, technicoloured sea that was the city at Christmas. Not a tree nor awning escaped being decorated to take part in the battle of illumination against the heavens.

Taisa paid little mind to the multitudes of couples ambling romantically about the glamoured gardens and under quaint archways. He had done his fair share of that when he was young. Instead, he headed for a crowd of people gathered at the tail of a long line that snaked down the highstreet. There was a gentle din of polite conversation, which hummed a low bass tone in the air for some glitzy Christmas pop-music, blaring from various store-fronts, to bubble on top of. Taisa was not a tall man, but in stretching to scan the tops of the crowd, he was able to pick out some of his acquaintances with the same idea tonight. Mr. Piero, his neighbour from across the street, was easy to spot, even from behind, on account of his lanky height and his uniquely reddish hair. A grumpy, lonely man, but he would be amicable tonight. He must have gotten here early in the afternoon to be so far ahead.

He had made good progress throughout the night, as the crowd gradually funnelled into an orderly line that moved him step-by-step like a conveyor belt through the streets. Now that night gave way to day, trading the embracing glow of a million tiny, coloured lights for the gentle caress of a distant winter sun peeking through spatterings of fluffy low clouds, Taisa’s goal was in sight and the world had one final gift to impart upon those braving the line.

It started as one, which tickled his nose. Within sixty seconds several more had fluttered their way down to land on the shoulders of his coat. Within minutes the sky was swirling with crystalline flakes, drawing joyous laughter and gleeful “ahhhhh”’s from the crowd. It would take a while yet for it to tuck the city beneath a white blanket, but come this evening it would be a sight to behold. Taisa smiled at the sky and took a deep, rewarding breath of the crisp, cool air. This was going to be a good Christmas time. The doors stood open in front of him.

There was a promotional sign out the front, but he already knew what he was here for. Everyone in the line did. He took the final steps through the portal and up to the counter. To his right, across the white-tiled floor, stood an effigy of the legendary man himself, dressed up in seasonal red and white wool. The cashier was dressed in a similarly red uniform, and she wore a pretty smile and tired eyes. She greeted Taisa with a well practiced enthusiasm.

“Welcome to KFC, one Party Barrel coming right up!”



Merry Christmas   :biggrin:

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Re: The Christmas Story Writing Challenge 2020
« Reply #2 on: December 21, 2020, 10:37:02 PM »
And here is my contribution! If you're interested, day 11 of the Happy Hour christmas specials will be a narrated version by the regular crew (and Nairbons!)


HAPPY HOUR CHRISTMAS STORY 2020 - BICRO’S BIZARRE ADVENTURE


HAPPY HOUR CHRISTMAS STORY 2020 - BICRO’S BIZARRE ADVENTURE

Bing Crosby spat blood onto the hard stone at his feet. Steam rose from it in the chilly winter air, adding to the wet on his face from the sweat. He knew they shouldn’t have come this far into the mountains of Vermont at this time of year, the snow was already far too deep, but their foe’s actions had made it unavoidable. The bastard had killed Dean back in Memphis, and after that there was no going back. Bing looked up to see Elvis Presley standing twenty meters up the rocky slope, his stand Blue Christmas at his side. The smug look the so-called ‘king’ wore was evident, even from behind his ridiculous shades.
   “Best stay down there on the ground you little ankle biter”, said Elvis, “ol’ Mr. Martin made the mistake of getting up, but Winter Wonderland was no match for my Blue Christmas!”
   Bing brought a knee up, finding his footing just in case he needed to get out of there quick-like. The much younger Presley may have had youth on his side, but Bing could still move when he needed to. If push really came to shove, he could still use White Christmas to slow Elvis down. That trick had already worked once, but Bing wasn’t sure if it would again.
   Bing wince as he tested his twisted ankle, “my apologies pal, but that’s not going to happen”. The elder phraser pushed himself to his feet, “I can’t let what you did to Dean slide, and neither can the rest of us!”
   Elvis laughed, “you old fool! I have McCartney and Buble dealing with Starr and King Cole as we speak! And that hamon user Kaye you insisted on bringing along is half dead in a stream! What hope do you have?!”
   Bing rose back to his feet with the aid of White Christmas, “it doesn’t matter if I have hope or not Presley!” Crosby broke out into a sprint, pushing his ankle to the limit. He just needed to close the gap between the two of them. As long as he got within White Christmas’s striking distance of five meters he would be able to land a hit. Danny had already slowed Elvis down with his hamon. With the King’s burgeoning vampiric powers temporarily subdued, he was only as powerful as a regular human. As long as that remained true, then Bing could still win!
   Elvis’s smug expression hadn’t changed, but it was about to. “White Christmas!” Screamed Bing. The stand emerged at his back, and slammed its palms together, they were within range now. At once the temperature dropped dramatically for anything within a five meter radius of the stand with the exception of Bing, “it’s over Presley!” Bing kept moving forward, but before his punch could land, a massive force smashed into his chest. Blood and buttons from Bing’s cardigan flew through the frosty night air as Bing sailed back down the mountainside.
   Elvis laughed as he watched Bing fly backwards, “ain’t that a bite Bing? My Blue Christmas can move at near relativistic speeds! From your perspective, you get hit by its attacks five seconds before you even see it move! Blue Christmas’s speed warps time and space itself! You literally can’t see it coming!”
   Bing hit the ground. He bounced along, carried by gravity, until finally coming to rest against a fur tree which teetered over the edge of a half frozen stream. After a life as a singer and movie star, this wasn’t how Bing had seen his life coming to an end. He put a hand to the open wound on his chest where Blue Christmas’s knuckles had torn into his flesh. The blood was already freezing to his fingertips, and was binding his chest hair into a matted mess.
   “Dean, Kay, Nat, Danny, I don’t think I’m going to be able to pull this one off. You’re going to have to push forward in my stead.”
   Just then, a hand clasped around Bing’s bicep, “don’t be like that Bing. What would the general say if you had told him that back in France?”
   “Danny!” shouted Bing. He found the energy to turn and pull his old friend Danny Kaye up to the same level as himself. “I thought that attack from Blue Christmas had gotten you Danny! Are you alright you ol’ papershaker?”
   “Ah…” said Danny, nodding down at his abdomen where Bing saw an open wound where the actor’s guts were spilling out. “I er...well I don’t think I’m going to make it ol’ buddy. My hamon breathing has kept me alive a little longer, but… but it can’t make me immortal. And unless you have one of those masks like Elvis found back in Tennessee, then well… well I’m a goner.”
   Bing shook his head, “don’t tell me that Danny! You’re going to make it through this! We’re all going to make it through this!”
   Danny attempted a nervous laugh, it was his way to lighten the mood, but it was clear by now to everyone that he wasn’t long for this world, “now don’t get all sappy on me buddy. I have one last gift to… to give you, as your friend.”
   Danny breathed in deep, letting his lungs fill with all the energy they could take. He pressed a hand against Bing’s chest, and Bing felt the hamon energy flowing into his body. It was bright and warm, like sunlight. But there was an unsaid cost that Danny was paying. Bing knew it, so even while Danny’s warmth spread throughout his body, Bing pleaded with his old friend to stop, “dammit it Kaye! It’s not worth it. Don’t give up your life just to save mine!”
   Danny shook his head, “it’s okay Bing. You and I both know that right now you’re the only one who has a chance to stop Elvis. So…” The flow of energy ceased, “you get in there… and you… send that bastard to hell…”
   Danny’s eyes closed, and Bing yelled at him as he felt his friend’s heart slow to a stop, “Danny! Danny! Wake up Danny!” Tears dripped from Bing’s face onto Danny’s, but there was nothing he could do. One of his oldest friends lay dead on the frozen Vermont ground, and although he had given his life willingly, Bing knew that the one to blame was the king himself, Elvis Presley.
   Revitalized, Bing rose to his feet and started his way up the steep slope, “Elvis! Elvis!! EEEEELLLLLVVIIIIISSSS!” he roared, only to be met with an approaching laughter.
   Elvis was gyrating as he descended the mountainside, “looks like ol’ Kaye has paid the ultimate price for messing with the King!” He thrusted his pelvis in the direction of Danny’s body, “but don’t feel sad Crosby, I’m still around to play with you! Blue Christmas!”
   Bing knew what was coming, and he yelled in response, “White Christmas!”
   Except this time, Bing felt no impact. Instead when five seconds had passed and Blue Christmas rushed forward, it stopped in mid-air, unable to move forward even a single centimeter.
   “What the in sam-hill!” Cried Elvis. His stand was completely frozen, unable to even move backwards.
   Bing shouted, “it’s all thanks to Danny! Normally, White Christmas can only chill a five meter radius down to negative one-hundred degrees celsius, but with the boost I’m getting from Danny’s hamon, it can cool that same area down to absolute zero! At that point, even time stops! Your Blue Christmas can’t blue-shift through frozen time, which means you can no longer touch me, Presley!”
   “No!” screamed Elvis, but it was too late. Bing and White Christmas had advanced past Blue Christmas, and Elvis entered the invisible radius around Bing. Bing raised his fist, and began hammering into Elvis’s face. Trees around the singers burst into shards from the extreme cold, and Elvis began to freeze solid as Bing pummeled him, “Surrender! Surrender! Surrender! Surrender! Surrender! Surrender! Surrender! Surrender! Surrender! Surrender! Surrender! Surrender! Surrender!”
   With one final uppercut to the jaw, White Christmas shattered Elvis into uncountable pieces. At the same time, Bing felt the boost he had received from Danny disappear, and he collapsed onto the snowy ground. Breathing deep, Bing thought of the friends he had lost to the bastardly Elvis. He thought of Kay Star and Nat King Cole, who unbeknownst to him had already vanquished Paul McCartney and Michael Buble, and were making their way up the mountain to assist him. Bing would alway miss his friends, but at least now Dean and Danny could rest easy knowing that what was left of Elvis would burn to cinders in the morning sun.
   The cold air stinging his lungs, Bing whispered, “you never contributed a damn thing to music, Presley…” before passing out in the cold embrace of the Vermont winter.

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Re: The Christmas Story Writing Challenge 2020
« Reply #3 on: December 22, 2020, 03:05:54 PM »
Here's my little something  I thought up c: Hope I got it in on time.

The Wish Bracelet

The Wish Bracelet

One day in December, Mary’s mother gave her a bracelet she bought at a local dollar store. It was purple and made of a silky thread and had a silver snowflake attached to it.

“What’s this mom?” Mary asked.

“It’s a wish bracelet,” her mother replied. “You put it on your wrist and make a wish. When the bracelet breaks, your wish will come true. Think hard about want to wish for, because you can only make one.”

Mary was so excited, she put on the bracelet right away. The snowflake reminded her that it hadn’t snowed all month and what good was a Christmas without snow?

Closing her eyes, Mary whispered softly to herself. “I wish it would snow for Christmas.” Then she waited for the bracelet to break.

She waited all morning. She waited all afternoon. She waited all evening, but the bracelet wouldn’t break no matter how much she pulled or tugged or gnawed at it.

The next day, when Mary’s mother came home from work, Mary ran up to her with a big grin.

“Mommy, look! The bracelet broke!”

Mary’s mother was surprised. “That was fast. How did it break?”

Mary held something in her hand. “It wouldn’t break when I pulled or tugged or bit on it, so I cut them with these scissors.”

Mary’s mother was shocked and then sad. “Oh no, Mary. You can’t do that. You’re supposed to wear the bracelet until it breaks by itself.”

It was Mary’s turn to be sad. “But that will take forever and forever! The bracelet will never break and it won’t snow in time for Christmas!”

Mary’s mother patted her shoulder. “I know, honey. But you know, some things are better when you wait for them. It's okay, we'll get you another one and try again. Who knows, maybe it’ll still snow on Christmas,” she said cheerfully.

Mary groaned and threw out the broken bracelet. “It’s never going to snow,” she muttered.

And you know what? She was right.

It didn’t snow on Christmas and it didn’t snow all December.

In fact, it never snowed ever again.

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Re: The Christmas Story Writing Challenge 2020
« Reply #4 on: December 28, 2020, 10:37:21 AM »
@NO1SY: Nice story, but to hell with that! KFC is not worth the effort of waiting through the night Christmas Eve and morning just for subpar fried chicken. You're putting in ten times as much work as it would be to just make fried chicken yourself man!


@Echo: At first it was charming, and then it was terrifying! What a horrendous thing you've written! Good job! Now I know who to blame for the brown Christmas we got here, lol

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