Since Christmas is a time for traditions (and I’m on holidays), I’m republishing this story about Santa’s early origins first published the first Christmas here on Fictionspawn Monsters. Happy Yule, everyone!
The celebration of the turn of the darkness had already started. The children were waiting for Odin to come with gifts, as they all thought they had been nice this year, but Freidis knew Solvar had not. No one else knew, she hadn’t told anyone.
Solvar looked at her with a nasty grin. He knew as well. He knew. And he would do it again, she was sure of it. She hated him, but most of all she was scared. He would not get any gifts this year, she thought…
Peter crept under the fence, dragging his crutches behind him. Mick was already on his feet, looking down towards the facility further down the hill.
-What do you think is down there? he said.
-I don’t know. I hope we won’t have to run this time, though. I’m not so fast these days.
Peter had broken his leg when he jumped off a container to get out of the old paper factory a month ago. They used to do this, jumping over fences in restricted areas. It had become an obsession.
They walked slowly towards the buildings further down. They could see people moving around, some dressed as scientists, others in guard uniforms. The timing was horrible, with crutches and all, but Mick was always very convincing.
They reached some rows of tube piles giving them shelter, taking them down towards the buildings.
A man came out between the tube rows. (more)
Tired of running, you stand before a formless mass of faces. Tentacles are reaching out for you, grabbing you. Pulling … More
Larry was sitting on the little beach, playing with a stick. There wasn’t much else to do. The giants came swimming in again, huge underwater monsters, passing by every once in a while. Some said they were gods. Larry wasn’t sure, but he knew his life depended on them.
-They say there’s another world far above, Peter said. Peter was new here, he had come in from the shop, young, full of life and energy. Such a waste…. (Press the image to keep reading)
Silence. Mari’s mother looked down at her plate. Her uncle Hans had a strange smile on his face. He didn’t smile much.
-Where did you hear that name? Her grandmother’s voice was shaking. Mari wasn’t sure if it was anger or fear. Maybe it was both, or something else. She didn’t answer.
-I said, where did you hear that name?
-I didn’t hear it, Mari said. I found a drawing…
Another long silence. No one said anything. Her grandma looking at straight at her. Her mouth opened. Closed. Opened again.
-He was your brother, Uncle Hans said… (More)
This is the third part of a circular trilogy. The other two parts are called Empty Funeral and Scavengers. They can all be read individually and in any order.
He looked out of the window. The crows were uneasy tonight. They seemed nervous by some reason, jumping between the branches of the dead tree outside. They always gathered around his house, but today they seemed to be more.
He poured himself a drink from a whiskey bottle, picked up a book and sat down. Outside he heard the crows caw. They were usually silent at this hour. Every once in while he looked up towards the window, wondering what was wrong.
He heard a sound down stairs… (more)