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A Great Christmas
Nora was spending Christmas with her grandma this year, because her parents were called away overseas on business and her older brother was in college. As it was, Nora’s grandfather had died the previous year from complications related to cancer, and all of their other relatives were off having Christmas celebrations of their own. So because it was going to be just the two of them, Nora’s grandma suggested they celebrate Christmas early and invited some of Nora’s friends for a sleepover a couple of days before the 25th. That way Nora could have fun with her friends before they went on trips with their families, and so the two of them wouldn’t feel so alone on the holiday. It was going to be a great Christmas.
Except for one thing.
Something was wrong with the lock to the back door. The key turned in the lock, but for some reason the door could be forced open even if the knob couldn’t be turned. It didn’t bother Nora as much when her parents were ther
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What's In The Box? A Christmas Horror Story
Jamie was afraid at first when Ms. Cameron started living with his family. Ms. Cameron had been hired as his nanny since his parents were now working full time again, and they needed someone to watch Jamie when he came home from school. Jamie had never even needed a babysitter before in his life, so here was this strange lady he didn’t know, watching over him and preparing dinner for him while his mom and dad were out. It wasn’t something he was prepared for. None of his friends had nannies, so he couldn’t talk to them about it. His parents assured him Ms. Cameron was a very nice lady and she had lots of glowing recommendations from previous families.
It’s not that he thought Ms. Cameron was a bad person. Jamie just wasn’t sure what to think of her. But slowly, Jamie began to get used to Ms. Cameron, maybe he even liked her a little bit. She didn’t have weird tricks for doing math problems or sing songs while cleaning Jamie’s room, but she was
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Sailor Moon - Smart Shopper Rei-chan
“Christmastime is coming, the old men are getting fat. Please put a penny inside a goose’s hat.”
“Minako, you’ve got that rhyme mixed up.”
“I thought it was weird that a goose would wear a hat but who am I to judge?” Minako shrugged.
“Why would a goose wear a hat?” Rei asked in a huff.
“Well, that wouldn’t be the strangest thing we’ve seen in our lives, right?” Makoto chimed in, sensing Minako was beginning to (no pun intended) egg Rei’s temper.
“Besides, why can’t a goose get to wear a hat?” Minako stopped and dramatically shot her fist into the air. “Geese are people too!”
“You’re just doing this to me on purpose, aren’t you?” Rei somehow managed to be both deadpan and growl at the same time.
“S-so how’s everyone’s Christmas shopping going?” Makoto nervously laughed, holding up some shopping bags filled with baking ing
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HP: When You Mess With Reptiles
The two girls were lounging in an empty classroom, the door wide open. Both of them third years, the pale girl with the long and straight snow white hair was reading a Muggle magazine called “Entertainment Weekly” while the dark skinned girl with wavy, jet black hair scribbled away on a large blank pad.
“Oh I forgot to tell you, I got my Muggle Studies essay back today.” The white haired-girl, Nicole, pulled some roles of parchment.
“Oh yeah?” Gold, the black-haired girl, stopped sketching and looked towards her friend.
“Professor Burbage thinks I’m showing improvement.” Nicole handed the parchment over while she flipped a page in the magazine. “She especially liked the paragraph about why Muggles could make pictures on television sets move but not in actual photographs. I’m gonna write to Mum about it.”
“What do you think she’ll say?” Gold asked, scanning over the essay.
“That she has no da
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Ugly Contest
“Now smile!”
FLASH
The four male Robins, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, and Damian Wayne had finished posing for their annual Christmas photo at Wayne Manor. All four of them were dressed in ungodly horrific and tacky holiday sweaters.
“I don’t know why I agreed to this.” Jason, wearing a fuzzy red and green sweater decorated in puffy yellow stars, rubbed the bridge between his eyes.
“Yes,” Damian, inside a white sweater with a rhinestone designed mock up of Frosty the Snowman, snarked. “Don’t you have a meth lab to blow up or something, Todd?”
“Now come on guys,” Dick tried to play peacekeeper, it’s Christmas.” He was wearing the most horrible sweater of all. It looked like a facsimile of a Christmas tree with actual ornaments and bells sewn into the fabric. He jingled as he moves. There were even working lights. “And we all agreed-“
“Just promise me the Titans are never going t
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Literature
How Momma Ruined Christmas
December 24th - The Night Before Christmas
Baby Wildebeest was so proud of himself. He'd been working on this plan for days, and he was sure it was foolproof. He'd set up the ropes and wires, the milk and cookies, his hiding spot under the tree, everything. All he had to do was wait for just a little while, and then he'd have Santa Claus and everybody would know Santa was for real.
Now to just wait, and...
"My leg!"
Wow! That was fast!
Baby rushed up out of his spot to greet the jolly old man.
"Santa!"
Only it was-
"Mama?!"
Yes. Suspended in mid-air from a bunch of ropes and wires was Baby's beloved Mama, Pantha. She looked like a tangled up puppet... or someone out of an early 90s comic book.
"I'm pretty sure my leg isn't supposed to bend this way." Pantha complained.
"Mama!" Baby burst into tears. "You ruined my trap for Santa! How could you?!"
"Yes. Yes that is exactly what is wrong with this scenario." Pantha deadpanned, her upside down scowl looking like a smile. "That I ruined yo
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Literature
That Ain't Santa
December 19th – Saturn Girl and Dream Girl were preparing for the annual Legion holiday party.
“So we have Chlorophyll Kid growing the mistletoe,” Dream Girl read off the list of preparations on her computerized pad, “White Witch is working on the decorations while Polar Boy does the ice sculptures-“
“And NO alcohol.” Saturn Girl pointed out.
“Why not?” The white-haired Naltorian asked.
“Remember last year?” Saturn Girl sighed.

The Christmas party last year, and it seems Jo Nah and Mon-El were getting a little too into their cups. As the two mingled at the open bar…
“I’m just saying, there’s no way anyone could deliver presents that fast.” Jo swished his drink around as he continued the discussion about Santa Claus.
“I completely agree with you.” Mon drunkenly nodded his head.
“I mean sure, not everyone on Earth celebrated Christmas back then, but even then that
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Literature
The Doll
She clung to the doll and held it in her arms, when the doll would say ‘Mama.’
She clung to the doll and held it in her arms, when it stopped being able to say ‘Mama.’
She clung to the doll and held it in her arms, but when will she ask why she holds it at all?
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The Mirror
I didn’t look in the mirror so I don’t know what I would’ve seen.
But they told me I would know if I finally went and looked.
I wouldn’t look in the mirror because I was afraid I wouldn’t like what I’d see.
But they asked me how I would know if I never looked before.
I finally went to look in the mirror to see if I would like what I saw.
But the mirror was gone when I decided to take a look.
They told me it was my fault for taking so long to see.
But how can I be blamed, when they’re the ones who took it down.
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Literature
The Glass
You asked me if the glass was half empty or half full.
I said the glass was half full.
You asked me if the glass was half empty or half full.
I said the glass was half empty.
You asked me if the glass was half empty or half full.
I asked you, why does it matter so much to you, of what I see inside the glass.
You said you didn’t know.
I asked you if the glass was half empty of half full.
You said you didn’t know.
I asked you if the glass was half empty or half full.
You said you didn’t know.
I asked you, why does it matter so much as to what is in the glass.
You said you didn’t know.
And you just threw it on the floor.
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Titans - The Coldest Night
It was one of the coldest nights of the year, and even at the headquarters of the Titans, the former teen superheroes all grown up, there was a bitter chill pervading the night. The heating system had been badly damaged due to an attack from the newly reformed Dark Nemesis, and unfortunately, repairs wouldn’t be finished until the next day. Even worse, this was the third day of March and a record breaking snowstorm had brought temperatures down to a single digit.
In his room, Roy Harper, the scruffy, redheaded archer known as Arsenal, snoozed under four blankets in maroon mesh pajama pants, an oversized football jersey for the Oljato Coyotes, and thick socks. When suddenly…
“Psst. Psssst!” A voice went.
“s too early for school…” Roy mumbled in his sleep and turned on his side.
“Roy! Roy wake up!” The voice said more forcefully, this time extending a hand to shake Roy out of his slumber. Roy’s eyes fluttered to life but fought
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Sailor Moon - Castor and Pollux Redux
The two creatures had suddenly emerged from the pencil in Hiromi’s hand, taking on the form of crisscrossing blue and red energy circling around her. The young animator suddenly fainted when the energy beams shot off into the sky and, in a blinding display, took on the forms of two young women. One had blue skin, the other scarlet. Their ears were pointed and they had long tails. They definitely were not human.
These were the creatures called Castor and Pollux, said to be two of the strongest creatures trained by Nephrite of the Dark Kingdom. Of course, the Sailor Soldiers did not know this, only that it was time to transform and stop these abominations from claiming the life and energy of an innocent human being. Castor and Pollux, however, had other ideas.
“We are bound-“ Castor began.
“By a strong friendship!” Pollux finished. It seemed for these two youma that finishing the sentence one began would be a thing for the moment. Ugh, twin stereotypes. But
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Fab Five/Lian Harper: A Chili Reception
“Okay, now I think it’s time to take this off the stovetop. And always remember to turn the stove completely off first and to wear oven mitts before you try lifting it or you’ll get burned.” Roy explained.
“Yeah, and then your hands’ll look like Freddy Krueger’s.” Lian grimaced.
“Hey, how do you know what Freddy Krueger’s hands looks like?” Roy asked. “Have you been sneaking into the living room to watch the late show again?”
“Nuh-uh, daddy, Grant was just watching it one day and I got curious.”
“He actually let you watch it?” Roy couldn’t believe this.
“I closed my eyes during the scary parts.” Lian assured him.
“Yeah, well, I’m gonna have a talk with Grant about that at some point.” Roy huffed. “Anyway, where was I?”
“You said you were gonna give me a million dollars.” Lian joked.
“Before that.” Roy just rolled w
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Shitennou's Day Out
We are the Shitennou, the Four Kings of Heaven. Jadeite, Nephrite, Zoisite, and Kunzite.
During the age known as Silver Millennium, we four were tasked with the role of protecting the prince of the Earth Kingdom, Endymion.
For many years we served our Prince dutifully, until the day we four were led astray by a creature born from unholy means. We were weak, and because of our weakness, Silver Millennium fell, and our prince died.
Thousands of years later, we were reborn as humans with vague memories of our past. But the demon that corrupted us in the past did so again, and one by one we fell under the power of the Moon Princess reborn as a Sailor Soldier.
Now, as spirits, we act as aides to our now reborn Prince, who will one day awaken as King of a new Silver Millennium.
However, this was not one of our finest days.

“Master Endymion!”
The four wraiths gathered around Mamoru Chiba as he lay across the desk in his apartment. He didn’t seem to be moving, and his
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Hey guys. Sorry it's been so long but at least I'm trying to add stuff to the gallery.

This last year's been extremely hectic for me. My mother moved back so I've had to deal with arguments between her and my sibling far too much, and I'm worried I'm backsliding in my therapy sessions with Dr. Johnson. I'm hoping there won't be any problems with my birthday this year.

I'm turning 27 in a couple of weeks, and if anyone wants to draw me something or get me art or anything I made up a couple of wishlists for my b-day.

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I also recently set up a ko-fi account. I didn't intend to use it so I could get tips or anything. I joined the site to donate to others and when I tried to create my profile, the account just opened.

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So if anyone wants to tip me for my writing that'd be cool.

I haven't said what I'd like for Christmas though if anyone's wondering.

I have to get on track with doing some writing as Christmas gifts for my friends now. I still haven't even finished decorating the tree.
Nora was spending Christmas with her grandma this year, because her parents were called away overseas on business and her older brother was in college. As it was, Nora’s grandfather had died the previous year from complications related to cancer, and all of their other relatives were off having Christmas celebrations of their own. So because it was going to be just the two of them, Nora’s grandma suggested they celebrate Christmas early and invited some of Nora’s friends for a sleepover a couple of days before the 25th. That way Nora could have fun with her friends before they went on trips with their families, and so the two of them wouldn’t feel so alone on the holiday. It was going to be a great Christmas.
Except for one thing.
Something was wrong with the lock to the back door. The key turned in the lock, but for some reason the door could be forced open even if the knob couldn’t be turned. It didn’t bother Nora as much when her parents were there, but her grandma got worried and wanted to make sure the door stayed locked. She didn’t want the parents of Nora’s friends to find out and worry about them. So Nora helped her grandma take some heavy boxes from the basement and stacked them against the back door, boxes no one would be able to push aside if they wanted to get in. That made Nora’s grandma feel better, and that made Nora better. Truly, it was going to be a great Christmas.
Nora’s friends came that even with pillows, sleep clothes, toothbrushes, snacks, CDs, books, and presents to exchange. There was Karen, Linda, Eve with her chipped front tooth, and shy Queenie whom the girls only knew for a couple of months. Nora’s grandma made up a scrumptious feast of homemade pizza and pasta and freshly baked bread. For dessert the girls had a store bought ice cream cake and gingerbread men Nora made earlier in the day. They were a little burnt, but nobody minded. The girls exchanged presents, and Karen even surprised Nora’s grandma with a gift she got for her after she was invited to the party. Karen was sappy like that. This was shaping up to be a great Christmas.
It got late and then the girls started to get bored, but everyone was too wired on junk food and sweets to want to sleep. Nora’s grandma was kicking herself for indulging their collective sweet tooth, when it was Queenie of all people who had the idea. It was after she saw the heavy boxes stacked by the back door, and after she saw all the dark trees and things lined up behind the house. Autumn had lasted longer than everyone expected, so many of the trees still had their leaves, making the darkness in the back yard seem deeper even by the standards of winter. Inspired, Queenie suggested everyone tell ghost stories, like she heard they used to do a long time ago. Nora’s grandma thought that was a wonderful idea, and that made Nora happy because her parents would never suggest something like that for Christmas. Indeed, this was a great Christmas.
Nora nestled up by her grandma’s side, and grandma wrapped her arms around Nora as the girls went around the room.
Queenie went first, and told a story inspired by the woods, she said. A story about a boy who went camping in the woods behind his house with his parents. But when it was over, the boy’s mother would find him trying to leave the house and go back to the woods every night. No matter what they tried, the boy wouldn’t tell them why, until one night his father suggested they see where he was trying to go. They followed their son deep into the woods, until he arrived at a cave. The mother wanted to stop her son, but the father was still determined to see what had the boy so fascinated, so they followed him into the cave. They kept walking and walking until they saw their son stop, and heard him say “I brought your parents for you.”
Nora’s grandma had begun scratching Nora’s cheek. Nora asked why and her grandma said she was trying to get rid of some pizza sauce that dried on Nora’s cheek. The girls teased Nora for what a good grandma she had. Annoyed, Nora turned her gaze out the window towards the trees in the backyard.
Next came Eve, who told a silly little tale about how she possibly chipped her front tooth. Every summer her parents would drive by this cute little diner on their way to their friend’s house in New Jersey, but they never stopped to eat there. Every time they’d drive by, she’d see this girl in a burger costume holding up a sign advertising for people to try their food. The one year Eve didn’t see the girl outside the diner was the year her parents finally stopped to eat. The diner was run by a man and woman who were skinnier than anyone Eve ever saw. Eve asked if they knew what happened to the girl who wore the burger costume, but Eve’s parents told her not to bother them. Her family ordered burgers, and they tasted amazing, until Eve bit down on something hard and felt her tooth crack. She ran into the bathroom and saw, a little piece of her front tooth had been broken by something. Eve felt around in her mouth and pulled something out from the chewed pieces of burger and bun and vegetable. A fully formed tooth. One that didn’t come from her mouth. And then Eve realized she wasn’t alone in the bathroom, when the woman behind the counter appeared. Without saying a word, she plucked the tooth from Eve’s hands and left the bathroom. When Eve left, she saw her parents, still eating, not realizing the man and woman were staring at them. The woman turned to Eve, and placed her index finger to her lips in a shushing motion. The man turned to Eve, and held up a big meat cleaver. Eve left without saying a word.
No one believed that story. Karen even pointed out she knew Eve chipped her tooth when she tripped and banged her mouth on a banister at school. Nora felt her grandma scratching her cheek again, but claimed it was just a reflex. Nora wondered if maybe her grandma was getting scared, and decided not to make a fuss.
Linda claimed her story really did happen, and it happened to her little brother during Christmas one year. On December 24th, he went downstairs after his parents had placed everything under the tree and gone to bed. He got down on his hands and knees and began looking at all the packages trying to find ones with his names on them. He saw a really big box made out to him that he tried to pull out from under the tree, but he must’ve done something to shake the tree, and one of the heavy plastic branches fell and pinned him underneath with his hands wrapped around the box. One of the ornaments on the fallen branch began playing a version of “We’re Off To See The Wizard” and so her brother tried screaming for help when suddenly, the box he held onto began to move. Her brother heard horrible noises coming from inside the box and it violently shook, wedged under the branch. Her brother screamed and screamed, but no one found him until a few hours later. Linda’s parents pulled him out from under the tree, and saw something had bitten his arm pretty badly. It turned out their parents got him the puppy he always wanted, and placed it in a box with some air holes. The puppy got scared when the box was crushed by the branch, and began clawing and biting his way through until, so frightened, he bit her brother’s arm. No one had been able to find the puppy afterwards.
Everyone thought Linda’s story was sick, but she insisted her brother was still getting therapy for it. Nora felt herself getting a little sleepy as she continued staring at the woods outside while her grandma scratched her cheek. Only she was doing it a bit harder. Nora asked her grandma to ease up a little. Her grandma apologized, but didn’t stop.
Karen followed up with a story about a mermaid. Every summer a girl’s family vacationed at a lake, and the girl’s family didn’t know she was friends with a mermaid who lived in the water. Every morning the girl got up before her family and would swim around with her friend, telling her about what it was like on land while the mermaid talked about life in the lake. The girl’s parents believed the mermaid was imaginary and humored her. One year, the girl was happy to learn her parents were taking her to spend Christmas at the house by the lake. The girl was secretly happy she got to see her friend a second time, but was dismayed to see the lake had frozen over. The ice was so thick she could barely see the water underneath, but frequently tried to find her friend in the water. Dismayed at her lack of success, the girl was not enjoying her Christmas. The girl’s parents surprised her with a pair of ice skates, and taught her how to skate one afternoon. The girl got the hang of it and started to enjoy skating on the lake alone. On the day they were going to leave, the girl decided to do some skating alone in the early morning. She leaped, she twirled, she did figure eights, she had fun, but just wished she’d seen her friend. When a grotesque, slimy thing burst through the ice and lunged at the girl. As she screamed, the foul smelling beast dragged the girl underneath the water. It apologized for not saying hello sooner, but was in the middle of its winter hibernation and wasn’t expecting the girl. Unfortunately, it also woke up feeling hungry…
The girls frantically asked if the monstrous mermaid really ate the girl, but Karen told them to make their own conclusions. Now it was Nora’s turn, but the moment she went to open her mouth, her grandma said she had a story to tell instead. Everyone was intrigued, while Nora relaxed because truthfully she didn’t have a story to share. She had no inspiration from the woods like Queenie did. Nora’s grandma continued to scratch her cheek, and Nora wondered how her grandma’s hand wasn’t tired.
Nora’s grandma began to tell a story about a girl who wanted to wait up and meet Santa Claus. She camped out on the couch by the fireplace, nestled up in an old quilt and propped up on pillows. By the table was a plate of cookies and a glass of milk. The girl hoped the milk wouldn’t go bad by the time Santa arrived. Unfortunately, the girl had gotten too comfortable, resting on that soft, warm couch, snuggled just so…
Nora felt a yawn coming on, but didn’t want to be rude.
Sometime later, the girl fell asleep, with her back turned to the fireplace. It wasn’t a deep sleep, even though she was so comfortable, so she awoke when she heard the footsteps. The girl tried not to make a sound, believing it was Santa Claus. She was so excited, but suddenly she was afraid, because what would Santa do if he found out she was awake. She didn’t want to scare him away, or what if there was some rule to seeing Santa that she didn’t know about. She hadn’t thought this through at all.
Nora felt her eyes begin to droop, even though she wanted to listen.
The footsteps stopped by the couch, and the girl could feel the presence of someone standing behind her for the longer time. Was Santa trying to see if she was still awake? She tried her best to pretend she was still asleep, when she felt a beard brush her cheek and a pair of lips plant a deep kiss on her skin. The girl felt her heart almost stopped. Had she just been kissed by Santa Claus? Then she heard Santa leave the room. The girl was wide awake, confused, a little frightened, but excited. What did this mean?
Nora adjusted herself in her grandma’s lap, and noticed something out in the woods. In the dark. What was that?
The girl couldn’t believe it, couldn’t contain it any longer. She jumped off the couch and began calling for her parents when, suddenly, she heard a noise in the chimney. The girl hid behind the couch as a black boot came out of the chimney, seemingly immune to the fire. The black boot was connected to a leg in red pants, trimmed with white fur, and sure enough, Santa Claus emerged with his big sack of presents and began to intricately arrange many brightly colored packages under the tree before leaving to deliver gifts to another family.
It seemed to be coming closer.
Now the girl was more confused. Because, if she’d just seen Santa emerge from out of the chimney, then, who…? The girl ran to her parents’ bedroom and began banging on the door, frightened and worried. The girl yanked on the door with all her might, when she suddenly remembered something. Her parents never locked their bedroom door. And then she heard the footsteps again.
The girls all listened with rapt attention, but all Nora could focus on was the thing coming ever closer.
The little girl didn’t scream as she heard the footsteps get closer, but she couldn’t tell where they were coming from. The house was dark and they sounded so loud, like they were everywhere. And then she heard the breathing.
It was almost by the window now.
The little girl had no choice but to flee from the house. And she would’ve.
Except for one thing.
Nora couldn’t cry out.
The lock on the backdoor was broken, so her parents had stacked a bunch of heavy boxes in front of the door until they could get it repaired. But the girl saw none of the boxes had been moved.
It was by the window now.
And then the girl realized…
It smiled at Nora.
“You didn’t lock your front door.”
Nora finally screamed.
The girls and Nora’s grandma all turned to the window by the back door, but as they got up to check, no one was there. Nora said she thought she saw a man, and her grandma apologize for scaring her like that. Although Nora’s friends asked why the girl hadn’t tried to open the front door to begin with, her grandma said the man locked the door when he came in so it wouldn’t have mattered. It was then Nora’s grandma saw how late it was and decided it was now time to sleep. The girls nestled in their sleeping bags, but before her grandma went to bed, Nora asked if she made sure the front door was locked. Her grandma assured her it was, and Nora drifted off to sleep on the couch. Yes, this had been a great Christmas.
But a little while later, Nora’s eyes flitted open, and she could feel her grandma scratching her cheek again. Tired, Nora wondered if she’d actually dreamed about the man by the window, and apologized for falling asleep during her grandma’s story. Her grandma told her it was alright, and asked if Nora would like to hear the rest. Her grandma repeated the story about the little girl and Santa and the intruder, but it sounded almost exactly as Nora had heard it in her dream.
Except for one thing.
At the beginning, after the little girl’s parents got her tucked in her blankets in the couch, they had checked to see if the door was locked. And it was.
Nora’s grandma scratched her cheek harder.
Only, Nora asked, how did the man get in if the front door was indeed locked?
Simple, her grandma said. He’d snuck in when her parents weren’t paying attention. Like, when they were focused on her so they wouldn’t have noticed or heard the front door opening.
Nora’s grandma had stopped.
Or like they’d all been by the back window.
Nora looked up.
A Great Christmas
This is a thing which came to me in a dream a few hours ago and I just had to get it down on something.
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Jamie was afraid at first when Ms. Cameron started living with his family. Ms. Cameron had been hired as his nanny since his parents were now working full time again, and they needed someone to watch Jamie when he came home from school. Jamie had never even needed a babysitter before in his life, so here was this strange lady he didn’t know, watching over him and preparing dinner for him while his mom and dad were out. It wasn’t something he was prepared for. None of his friends had nannies, so he couldn’t talk to them about it. His parents assured him Ms. Cameron was a very nice lady and she had lots of glowing recommendations from previous families.
It’s not that he thought Ms. Cameron was a bad person. Jamie just wasn’t sure what to think of her. But slowly, Jamie began to get used to Ms. Cameron, maybe he even liked her a little bit. She didn’t have weird tricks for doing math problems or sing songs while cleaning Jamie’s room, but she was patient with Jamie and let him do his work at his own pace instead of pressuring him to do things perfectly. She was good at sewing and didn’t yell at Jamie when she repaired the holes he’d make in his pants or shirts if he tripped on something. When she cooked for Jamie, she sometimes made little changes to the way she prepared his favorite meals to see if he’d like them. Sometimes he did, sometimes he didn’t. And she didn’t get mad when he didn’t like the changes she made. She made Jamie feel comfortable around her.
And then Christmas came.
One night, while Jamie’s parents were still at work, Ms. Cameron came downstairs while Jamie was watching TV, and she had with her a box. The box was wrapped in shiny material that seemed to be made of every color imaginable. That didn’t really surprise Jamie because he’d seen wrapping paper like that before and knew there was a word for it. It started with an “I,” but he couldn’t remember how to say it. What surprised Jamie was what Ms. Cameron said about the box.
“Jamie, you see this present in my hands?”
“Is it for me?”
“It could be.”
“What do you mean?” Jamie said, realizing the box didn’t have a tag on it addressed to anyone.
“There’s something very important about this present, Jamie. You see, you have to be willing to put something of equal value inside the box if you want to open it.”
“Equal value?” Jamie was confused. “What’s in the box?”
“Something your eyes would never believe.” Ms. Cameron promised, and put the box underneath the tree. “Do you want this present, Jamie?”
“I don’t know. I don’t have anything to really give.”
Ms. Cameron smiled and left the room. When she did, Jamie put on a Christmas movie and tried not to think about the box.
His parents never noticed the box under the tree, and Ms. Cameron never mentioned it to them. A few days before Christmas, as he was leaving to school, Jamie asked Ms. Cameron if he could have what was in the box.
“Are you willing to put something of equal value inside the box, Jamie?” Ms. Cameron asked as she wound Jamie’s scarf around his neck.
“If you tell me what’s in the box, I could look for something to put in it.” Jamie offered.
“I couldn’t do that, it would ruin the surprise. What’s inside that box would make you jump right out your skin if you saw it.”
For the rest of the day, the box was all Jamie could think about. He couldn’t concentrate on his problems in Math class, in art class he drew up pictures of what he thought was in the box, and in English class he wrote a story about boxes and what people hide in them. When Ms. Cameron took Jamie to see Santa at the mall, even though he repeated the list he’d written the day after Thanksgiving, deep down all Jamie really wanted was the thing inside the box.
Finally, the day before Christmas, Jamie begged Ms. Cameron to give him the box.
“Are you willing to put something of equal value inside the box, Jamie?” Ms. Cameron asked a third time.
“I don’t know what I can give, but I’ll give anything to open the box!” Jamie pleaded.
Ms. Cameron studied Jamie’s eyes, and then silently led Jamie to the living room by hand. She knelt down and pushed aside all the other presents before she pulled out the box with no tag.
“What’s inside this box would make your heart stop if you saw it. Are you sure you want this Jamie?” Ms. Cameron asked.
“Yes, yes!” Jamie jumped up and down. “Please let me open the box!”
Ms. Cameron smiled and handed Jamie the box. “Merry Christmas, Jamie.”
“Thank you, Ms. Cameron!” Jamie cried. The box! The box! The beautiful box! Jamie dug his hands into the paper and mercilessly ripped it to the shreds. By the time he was surrounded by a circle of torn paper, he saw he was now holding a plain white box. Jamie jiggled the box and heard something inside it. He sat down on the floor and carefully removed the lid of the box, because he didn’t want to rip the box and potentially damage what was inside in case it was fragile. He set the lid down and saw layers of tissue paper covering the thing in the box. Growing more impatient, Jamie yanked away the extra layers, his mind whirling with the possibilities of what he would uncover… and then he stopped.
And the smile faded from his face.
Because inside the box was the head of a boy no older than he was.
“Ms. Cameron?” Jamie whispered, and that was the last thing he said when a powerful hand grabbed Jamie by the hair and ripped his head from his neck.
Ms. Cameron placed Jamie’s head inside the box and tenderly wrapped it in multicolored paper. She then took out a needle and thread, and began to stitch the strange boy’s head onto Jamie’s body. When she was finished, the boy stood up and looked at Ms. Cameron like she was Death in the flesh. Ms. Cameron smiled, and reached over to the boy’s neck. She gently pulled on a loose thread where the head met the neck, and then yanked the thread free in one swift motion.
“Well, on your way now, Aaron.”
The boy ran from the strange home, rubbing his neck and afraid his head would fall off.
There wasn’t even a scar.
Ms. Cameron was excellent at sewing.

Elizabeth loved Ms. Marcus very much. It’s true she missed spending time with her grandma, but ever since grandma was sent to the hospital, Elizabeth’s parents needed someone to watch her while they were at work. Ms. Marcus was like the best friend Elizabeth always wanted. She helped her get over her fear of the dark and showed her how to tie her shoes.
A couple of weeks before Christmas, Elizabeth had finished wrapping a gift for Ms. Marcus and was going to put it under the tree, when she saw Ms. Marcus leave her room with a box wrapped in shiny paper that seemed to be made of all the colors of the rainbow.
“Oooh, is that for me Ms. Marcus?”
What's In The Box? A Christmas Horror Story
I was inspired to write this after reading a collection of Christmas horror stories a couple of nights ago.

The title came from my friend Vagabond while we were discussing it at the comic store yesterday. I remember, as I was describing it to him, I turned and saw the look on another customer's face and they looked really freaked out.
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My best friend died on April 1st 2016 at 10:55 AM.

That's it. That's my entire year.

Good stuff happened yes and there were other bad things but this overshadowed all of them. Professor Thompson was the closest friend I ever had regardless of whatever age gap there was. She was supportive and kind and smart and honest and never anything but patient and respectful to me and she didn't deserve to die the way she did, breaking her hip and spending her last couple of weeks of life so full of morphine she had no idea what was going on. She never got to finish her last book before she died, and I still feel angry and disgusted knowing all of those... people who work at Marvel and DC who get to keep shilling out the same trivial, damaging garbage while she's dead and if I could personally drag each of them down to Hell so she could live again I'd do it in a heartbeat.

Goodbye 2016. You will not be missed, and I hope you choke to death on your own vomit.
  • Watching: The Twilight Zone
  • Drinking: Coffee

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Jude
United States
Current Residence: Bronx, NY
Favourite genre of music: Rock, Anime Soundtracks
Favourite style of art: Photorealism, Animation
Favourite cartoon character: Utena, Lightning Lad, Harley Quinn, Oyuki, Priss Asagiri, Batman, Daria, Duela Dent, Sailor Jupiter
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Hey guys. Sorry it's been so long but at least I'm trying to add stuff to the gallery.

This last year's been extremely hectic for me. My mother moved back so I've had to deal with arguments between her and my sibling far too much, and I'm worried I'm backsliding in my therapy sessions with Dr. Johnson. I'm hoping there won't be any problems with my birthday this year.

I'm turning 27 in a couple of weeks, and if anyone wants to draw me something or get me art or anything I made up a couple of wishlists for my b-day.

judedeluca.tumblr.com/post/168…

judedeluca.tumblr.com/post/168…

I also recently set up a ko-fi account. I didn't intend to use it so I could get tips or anything. I joined the site to donate to others and when I tried to create my profile, the account just opened.

ko-fi.com/A2664URX

So if anyone wants to tip me for my writing that'd be cool.

I haven't said what I'd like for Christmas though if anyone's wondering.

I have to get on track with doing some writing as Christmas gifts for my friends now. I still haven't even finished decorating the tree.

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Andruril93 Featured By Owner Jul 4, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks for the :+fav:, dude. :highfive:
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Jeirin Featured By Owner May 12, 2017  Professional General Artist
Thank you for all the favs!!
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L1701E Featured By Owner Dec 25, 2016
Happy Birthday! And Merry Christmas!
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TheoDJ Featured By Owner Nov 16, 2016
Thanks for watching!
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Xenobody Featured By Owner May 2, 2016  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Strange, how have I not been watching your gallery? I apologize for the oversight. Also, I hope matters have improved for you. It seems like things have been tough lately (to put it mildly). 
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Nezotholem Featured By Owner Apr 26, 2016   Traditional Artist
Hi Jude

Thanks for the watch :) :) :)

Have a lovely day
Best,
Romain
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MightyRaptor Featured By Owner Mar 15, 2016  Student Digital Artist
Hollaaaaa 
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sofjadelly Featured By Owner Jan 22, 2016  Professional Digital Artist
Thanks for both favs!!!
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DisneyMaster Featured By Owner Dec 27, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Just for the record, your the same person who runs this blog on tumblr? judedeluca.tumblr.com/
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JudeDeluca Featured By Owner Dec 28, 2015
Yeah.
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