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COMPETITION WITH PRIZES
Okay, so you've always got the goodies and the badies, every ending's predictable, what if it wasn't? What if Santa was bad and Jack Frost was good? What if Mrs Claus ran away from home? What if the elves went on strike?
Try to make the stories more modern to have a better chance of winning!
You can create a poem or a fictional piece, but on the 25th of December, the competition will close and results considered.
I wish you luck!
1st Place - 3 ratings and 3 comments (not including novels)
2nd Place - 2 ratings and 2 comments (not including novels)
3rd Place - 1 rating and 1 comment (not including novels)
Runner Up - 1 rating OR 1 comment (not including novels)
DEADLINE IS CHRISTMAS DAY.
GOOD LUCK TO EVERYONE TAKING PART!
The Intern Sleigh-Driver
I was backed up against a building wall with eight reigndeer growling at me. The furry red suit was too large on me, and it smelled like burnt cookies. My chocolate brown hair, which had been back in braids for the ride, had blown our of control and was a jumbled mess on my head. I'd had to take my earbuds out to drive the sleigh, and my stomach was queasy from the crash. But, I suppose this is why Santa keeps a backup sleigh with enough magic to fit in his pocket.
I sighed loudly, and Prancer snorted. "I know, I know. I'm just a teenage girl; I don't know how to work the sleigh. We're stuck here," I told him miserably. "And I don't know when Santa and his hocus pocus magic will come back, if he comes back at all." Dasher whinnied and stamped his foot, and I silently pleaded that he wasn't about to charge me and spear me to death with those antlers of his.
I'm Santa's intern, hired last year on Christmas morning, and this was my first year on the job. I was supposed to take the passenger seat in the sleigh and do any high speed emergency repairs on the gift bags in the back. But there was a slight malfunction that I couldn't fix...
See, Santa's sleigh runs on battery power, no reigndeer required, and the old guy's getting a little forgetful. He never remembered to change the batteries after last year, and they died. He went down somewhere over the Atlantic, tossing me the back up sleigh as he fell. He'd said multiple times that he had a lifeboat on board, but I couldn't help but suspect that he was just saying that to reassure me that we weren't going to drown.
A car peeled around the corner, stopping short at the eight reigndeer in the road. I was no good at driving a sleigh, so I experienced my second unnerving sleign crash about an hour before in San Fransisco. I didn't know how to hook up the reigndeer, and I still had to go half way around the world before morning.
The driver peered out of his volkswagon. "Hey! What's a teenager doing on Christmas Eve after midnight with the zoo's reigndeer?"
I searched for a reply. "I'm um... um, er, well--" But then, I didn't have to. Because that was when Santa decided to strike, and if you've ever been knocked out by da old, fat guy who's high on sugar, milk, and caffeine, it's not pretty. The driver was out cold by the time Santa reached me. "So you did have a life raft," I said gleefully. A jolly laugh erupted from his belly.
"You did good, kid," Santa told me, and I beamed.
"But sir," I stuttered, "I crashed your sleigh."
Santa grinned beneath his bushy white beard and put his hand on my shoulder. "Well of course you did," he told me. "First of all, it was the back up sleigh. I'm the only one who ever crashes the real sleign. Second of all, everyone crashes this thing on their first time driving, but only the best make it out alive."
I couldn't tell whether or not he was joking, nor did it cross my mind how he had gotten out of the Atlantic so quickly, but I quickly elected to wait until after Christmas to ask him these things.
[That's really great! Can't wait to read more of these!]
Twas' the night before Christmas and all through the house,
Not a creature was was stirring, not even a mouse,
But then, wonder of wonders, suddenly, BOOM!
A green and red ailien stepped into the room,
He looked at map of houses twice more,
Then exclaimed that he'd knocked on the wrong door,
And he transported back to his planet Gabar,
Many light years away from where you and I are.
this is obviously a poem, If this is fine i have another twisted christmas poem!
I have't posted this yet on my account. Should I?
Haha yeah this is great! Really cool twist. Yeah, I would post it.
*Extending the dateline to 31st of January as there have been only 2 entries, the minimum needed is 4*