Holiday

BLACK CHRISTMAS (2006)
is an unfairly underrated holiday-horror schlockfest that deserves a widespread critical reevaluation, especially considering its Unrated Cut. Directed by Glen Morgan, the film initially received criticism for being a cheap, soulless, and forgettable remake, lacking any redeeming qualities. However, recent discussions and reviews have shed new light on its merits, making it worthy of reconsideration.
By Mohammed Nasr2 years ago in Fiction
The Lost Toy. Content Warning.
In the cozy playroom of the Thompson household, a small, stuffed bunny named Whiskers was the heart and soul of a vibrant community of toys. Every night, when the children were asleep, the toys came to life, sharing stories and laughter under the moonlight.
By kavinda ranabahu2 years ago in Fiction
THE CURSE OF THE MIDNIGHT MANOR
Once upon a moonlit night, in the quiet village of Ravenwood, nestled between ancient forests and misty moors, stood the imposing Midnight Manor. Legend whispered of "The Curse of the Midnight Manor," a tale that sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest villagers.
By jaweria2 years ago in Fiction
Child of gratitude
In a curious, snow-hung town settled between transcending mountains, the soul of Christmas murmured through the cold air. In this beautiful setting, a kid named Lily dwelled with her grandma, Mrs. Abigail, in a comfortable bungalow embellished with sparkling lights that gleamed amicably in the snowy evenings.
By Amina K2 years ago in Fiction
Santa’s Christmas Eve
The winter air was quiet; the stars blanketed the frosty turquoise sky. The weather conditions this Christmas Eve were perfect, thought Santa. He gazed up at the stars that looked like they were twinkling a little brighter as if they knew it was a special magical night.
By Daphsam2 years ago in Fiction
The Chimney's Curse: A Christmas Eve Nightmare
'Twas the night before Christmas, and the Thompson house lay bathed in the soft glow of holiday lights. The aroma of freshly baked cookies and the piney scent of the Christmas tree filled the air. Mr. Thompson dozed in his favorite armchair, while Mrs. Thompson bustled about, preparing for the festivities of the next day. Little did they know, a shadow lurked in the periphery of their joyful celebration.
By Subham Dutta2 years ago in Fiction
The Year Santa Went Insane
Ah, the joy of Christmas morning, waking up and rushing to the tree to find the gifts from Santa under the tree. There is nothing like the pure exhilaration from the adrenaline rush of ripping open your presents to find that Santa, that Jolly Old Good elf, had brought you the ITEM on your Christmas List. That feeling of exaltation as you show off your new treasures to anyone who will listen.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Fiction
Walker
Friday, December 20th. James is sitting in his fourth period Spanish class waiting on his best friend Christian Walker to show up so they can goof around like they always do before Christmas break begins. “What up J?” Walker says while entering the loud and excited classroom. “What up Stretch!” James replies.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Fiction
The Mindful Tech Revolution: Balancing Innovation and Well-being. Content Warning.
In the age of rapid technological advancement, a paradigm shift is underway—a shift towards a Mindful Tech Revolution. As we immerse ourselves deeper into the digital era, the need to balance innovation with well-being becomes increasingly apparent. This revolution goes beyond the mere development of cutting-edge technologies; it calls for a thoughtful and intentional approach to how we integrate these innovations into our lives.
By ethics with AI2 years ago in Fiction
Santa's Unexpected Adventure
Title: "Santa's Unexpected Adventure" 'Twas the night before Christmas, and all was calm at the North Pole. Santa Claus, a plump and jolly old man with a long white beard, was checking his list for the final time. The elves were busy putting the finishing touches on the last batch of toys, and the reindeer were resting in their stables, ready for the long journey ahead.
By ARTIST2 years ago in Fiction
Disloyalty
Snow whirled outside the comfortable bistro, painting the world in quiet murmurs of white. Inside, in any case, the glow of gingerbread lattes and glimmering pixie lights couldn't dissolve the ice holding Liam's heart. Every holiday song, a merry tune to most, felt like a ridiculous indication of what he'd lost.
By Iftikhar Akram2 years ago in Fiction
The Tool
The Tool D. A. Ratliff “Twas the night before Christmas, my ass. More like the nightmare before Christmas,” Jason Bartow lamented softly to himself to not wake anyone. He sat cross-legged on the living room floor, bits and pieces of toys and an unassembled bicycle spread across the floor. Dropping his head in his hands, he sighed. “My kingdom for a screwdriver.”
By D. A. Ratliff2 years ago in Fiction