Christmas Clarity by Angelique Pacheco

Prompt: That will not be necessary | Word count: 1200 exactly | Genre: Christian Fiction

“Please Mom! Can we get more lights for the Christmas tree?” Julia felt Jacob’s rough hand poking her in the side.

“That will not be necessary, Jacob.”

They were walking around the mall. It was December and the shops were full. Employees were dressed as sexy elves trying to entice people into their shops. Continue reading

Home for Christmas by Amber Cole

Prompt: That Will Not be Necessary | Word Count: 1200 | Genre: Fiction / Sci-Fi

I stare at my new brother, confused by the look on his face for only the second time in these three months. I’ve had many brothers and sisters come and go. We’ve always treated them like family. But I’ve never felt so connected to anyone as quick as I have Noel. The first time I laughed at a joke Noel told through his mute silence and exclaimed how funny he was, my parents’ jaws dropped.

“I’m ashamed of you, Amity” my mother seethed in a private whisper. “You weren’t raised to mock people who are different.”

Noel is different. I’m not mocking. He’s amazing. My parents may have rolled their eyes when I’d translated for him. But now they get it. And exploit it. Like, having me ask what he wants for Christmas. Noel’s answer when I ask again stays the same. Continue reading

Periwinkle by Kim Kneen

Prompt: Leftovers | Word Count: 500 words | Genre: Fiction

Da fishes a periwinkle from the pot and holds it out to me on the end of the spoon.

It’s a perfect curl, gorse-gold, tucked tight into itself like a hedgepig prod with a stick.

“To your mouth, now” says Da. “And suck.”

I sniff it instead, a cautious rabbity twitch, then deep-draw-down. It smells like Da; briny and brackish. Familiar. Continue reading

Grave Message by Shirley Goodrum

Prompt: Leftovers | Word count: 500 | Genre: Memoire

Emphysema didn’t kill Prue’s father, Paul. It often dragged him to death’s door, but he’d claw his way back, take the oxygen tube out of his nose, steady his trembling fingers, light up a cigarette and give her the ‘when I’m gone’ talk. Continue reading