Alone For The Holidays

Here it is the afternoon of Christmas Eve and I am sitting all alone at my kitchen table with a bottle of Jim Beam and my gun. I’m not a big drinking man but I did get the Jim Beam whiskey to build up my courage to do what I’m about to do. You see,

A single man’s Christmas takes an unforeseen and very welcome turn

It’s quarter to one on Christmas morning. The midnight service has finished, and the entire village has gone back home to drink or sleep away the hours until daybreak. In the church there’s just me, tidying hymnbooks and setting the chairs and music stands ready for morning service. I’m not particularly religious; I sing in

Santa’s Dirty Elf

The spirit of Naar floated helplessly in the darkness of space, his soul a cloud of ethereal, black smoke. He watched angrily as the universe was consumed by the Light of Ishir and Kai, their benevolent gazes bringing new life to the worlds he had purified with fire and death. At the Dark God’s side