Daily Prompt: Memory

From Inside the Grey House:

“No.” Vincent stopped pacing, a glimmer of a memory in his eye. He turned quickly to Joseph. “She isn’t ready.” He was at his desk, shaking the invitation at Joseph in less then a second. “She only knows how to fight in comfortable clothing. And if she arrives at Edwin’s function in anything but eveningwear, she’ll be turned away. She’s never fought in an evening gown and heels.” Vincent hit the invitation against Joseph’s chest with each word as he finished his tirade. “She’s.” Thwack. “Not.” Thwack. “Ready.” Thwack.

Daily Prompt: Understand

From Inside the Grey House:

His smile made her blood boil. “For you to understand your place. He is allowing you to join our exercises. Vincent believes you will be an asset if you learn to fight vampires who know how to fight. But understand this: if you break his rules, you will be punished. Though he did not order you to leave Theodore alone, you were in the room when he told Anthony not to kill the vile vampire. If Vincent orders one of us to do something, the order applies to all of us who can hear him. Would you like to tell me why?”

Natalia took a deep breath, not liking his tone of voice. He was talking to her as if she were a disobedient child. Her eyes narrowed as she realized this was the second time today someone was trying to make her feel like a child. She let go of the annoyance as he raised an eyebrow, waiting for an answer. “Order must be maintained.”

Merry Christmas!

For Christmas, I decided to share a short Christmas story I wrote. It’s the only one I’ve written and can be found in my short story collection “Enter the Maze”. Hope you enjoy it!

A Snowflake for Mia

Mom was driving Mia to school one day. They were alone in the van. It was close to Christmas, and Mia had doubts that Santa was real. Her older brother and sister didn’t say too much about it, but Mia was starting to wonder. Mom hoped Mia would hold on to the belief for one more year. It had been a tough one. Dad lost his job and mom was having a hard time getting a full-time job. They were making things work, but Mia always seemed to take things to heart.

At a stoplight, Mom turned to Mia. “So did you write a letter to Santa this year?”

Mia shrugged. “Maybe.”

“I can mail it for you.”

Mia turned to look her mother in the eyes. “If I wrote one, you have to promise not to read it. It’s for Santa only.”

Mom smiled but frowned at the same time. “Of course, Mia. It’s private. I know that.”

Mia sighed as Mom turned back to the road. Mia dug out the letter from her backpack but held onto it until they were stopped in front of the school. She turned to her mom and let her take the plain white envelope. It was sealed and addressed to Santa Claus, North Pole. She had even put her name and address in the top left corner and a stamp in the right top corner. Mom looked to Mia as she unbuckled her seat belt.

“Don’t tell Maddy and Jordan that I wrote to Santa.”

“I won’t, sweetie.”

Mia gave her mom a quick hug and hurried out of the van. Mom watched Mia join her friends in the schoolyard and left. Mom placed the letter in her laptop bag and headed off to work. She was glad that Mia still believed in Santa, but unfortunately, Mia had been acting up in school and at home. She might be on the naughty list this year. Mom knew though, that sometimes children on the naughty list were still given gifts. No one deserved a bad Christmas.

She arrived at work, but with too many things on her mind, didn’t notice that the letter was sticking too far out of her bag. She picked everything up, closed the car door and headed inside. The wind picked up before she reached the door and pulled the letter out of her bag. It carried the letter high up into the clouds, where it joined many other letters addressed to Santa Claus, North Pole.

The letters to Santa were taken away, far, far, away, to a mailbox outside a cozy cottage at the North Pole. They settled into the box, which was soon opened by an elf. He was an old elf and had helped Santa with the mail for generations. He hoped to be helping for a long time to come.

A happy smile on his face, he carried the latest letters to Santa and placed them on the grand wooden desk. In the fireplace, the fire crackled and sent warmth throughout the room. It lit the room up as well, but there was a candle on the desk, for more light. The elf nodded to Santa and went on his way. There were more letters, always more letters.

Santa looked down at the pile of letters in front of him. He sifted through them, separating them into ‘naughty’ and ‘nice’ by name. He knew the very bad ones, and he knew the very good ones. He knew the ones that were trying to be good but were having problems due to reasons they couldn’t help. It wasn’t easy being good, and Santa understood that.

When he found Mia’s letter, he paused. She had been trying so hard to be good, but things were tough. He sighed but smiled. He adjusted his glasses on his nose and opened her letter with a silver letter opener. It had a candy cane handle. The envelope parted easily, and he carefully took out the letter. He read it twice. He read it a third time as he composed a response in his head. He didn’t always respond, but this one, this one needed a response.

My Dearest Mia,

Life is not always easy, even for children. I know that you have been trying to be good this year, and I know what has made it so hard. You are an amazing young girl. Thank you for asking for your family to be ok. Thank you for thinking of others before yourself. I know that you will always be a wonderful person.

Because of your generosity, I am sending you a special snowflake. It is from the North Pole and will never melt. It will shine brightly like a star, but only if you truly believe. Be good, Mia and always keep love in your heart.

Santa Claus

Once the letter was written, he placed it in an envelope and sealed it. He addressed it to Mia and placed it to the side. He called for his elves. Three came to help. Santa and his elves went to the factory and found the perfect round glass ornament. Then they dressed warmly and took the ornament outside. One of the elves took off the silver cap and handed the round ornament to Santa Claus. Santa Claus, love in his heart, looked up at the clear skies and spoke out loud.

“Now, I know it’s not supposed to snow tonight, but Mia needs a little magic in her life, right now. All I need is one snowflake.”

From the dark skies a star blinked. It continued to blink and seemed to fall at the same time. It did not grow as it came closer but stayed small and bright. Santa caught it in the ornament, took the cap from the elf and closed it. The four went back inside, placed a bow on the cap and found a good box for the gift. They packaged it up, and one of the elves ran for the letter.

Letter and box in hand, Santa took the gift outside again and raised his hands. He whispered Mia’s name and address and the wind picked up. The gift left his hands as he laughed.

“Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas Mia!”

As his laughter echoed in the cold North Pole, the wind took the gift to its new home.

Many, many miles away, in another cold place called the Midwest, the gift landed on Mia’s front door. The wind, urged on by Christmas magic, rang the doorbell.

Inside the house, little feet ran to the door. Mia, expecting a friend, opened the door and looked around. No one was there, but there was a box on the step. It had her name on it. She frowned and picked it up. The return address said Santa.

“Mom! Come look!”

Mom came into the hallway as Mia was closing the door. She saw the package in Mia’s hands and frowned. “What is it?”

Mia looked to her mom in happy confusion. “It’s from Santa. Can I open it?”

Mom came to look at the package. It did in fact say Santa Claus North Pole. She felt guilty though, as she never mailed the letter. She was sure she had lost it. “Sure. Honey. You can open it. Let’s go into the living room.”

Mom wasn’t sure if it was from Santa, but she didn’t want to break Mia’s happiness. They went into the living room and Mia settled on the floor in front of the coffee table. She carefully opened the envelope, read the letter and gasped. She then quickly opened the packaged and gasped again as she saw the glowing snowflake in the glass ornament. It shimmered in the glass as if alive. She took it out of the box. It wasn’t warm, but it was as bright as a star, and it wasn’t melting.

“Mom?” She looked at her mom. “Is this really from Santa?”

Mom looked to the glass ornament in awe. Like the letter said, she couldn’t see the light, but it was still a snowflake in an ornament and it was not melting. “Of course, honey. Who else could it be from?”

Mia smiled at the ornament as love filled her heart for Santa, and for her family. She placed the ornament on the tree and knew she would try and be a better person. Like the letter said, it was hard being a kid, but she would do what she could to help her family.

From the Christmas tree, the snowflake gave off more light, as if it agreed with her thoughts. It made her smile again as she turned to give her mom a great big hug.

“Merry Christmas, Mommy.”

“Merry Christmas, Mia.”

Daily Prompt: Adult

From Inside the Grey House:

He continued the story as she made breakfast. Though she listened, part of her mind was on the fact that Natalia had a human friend. Rebecca knew it was dangerous to have human friends. She had none herself. Never had. She grew up knowing what she would become and had been warned against making any unnecessary bonds. Her only friends growing up were the adult werewolves her parents knew and Vincent’s crew. Her parents worked for Vincent until Rebecca was old enough to take over. Vincent convinced her great-grandfather to work for him, and her family had been working for the vampire ever since.

Daily Prompt: Fighting

From Inside the Grey House:

Ben let her roll out of the way, watching her every action. He told her numerous times over the past two years, how much he loved to watch her fight, kissing her hand each time. In his many years of experience, he found that when fighting a woman, he could catch a glimpse of how she would perform in bed. Natalia’s movements on the training floor were nimble, graceful, fluid. She was very skilled.

He wondered, as she positioned herself, why she was not yet vampire. Were she a vampire, the fight would have ended already, and she would have been victorious. He was more skilled than she, but her determination was stronger. She stood before him in all her beauty, wearing far less than everyone else. The vampires were dressed in black long-sleeved tight-fitting exercise outfits; the werewolves were in sweats. She was dressed in nylon biker shorts and matching top. The top looked more like a sports bra than a shirt. The outfit exposed her flat stomach and toned limbs, clinging to the rest of her body, not leaving much to the imagination. He imagined anyway, considering how it would be to strip her of her skimpy clothing. He knew most of the men in the room had had similar thoughts. He gave her a sly smile as she nodded her readiness.

Daily Prompt: Agape

From Inside the Grey House:

She gave him a baffled look. “What are you talking about?”

“He was trying to keep you away from your demon friend, to stop her influence on you.” He stood taller as he spoke in Zechariah’s tone.

Natalia stood, her mouth agape. “He told you she was a demon? She’s human. Didn’t your voices ever tell you that? Oh, wait. You never heard the voices, did you?”

“I do now!” But he didn’t catch her gaze. He was lying. She wondered why, but he continued and she let the lie go. “Sometimes the voices lie, as they’re doing now.”

Daily Prompt: Nature

From Inside the Grey House:

“Do what Markus?” Vincent sounded worried.

“Fight. It’s never been in my nature to jump into a fight. The first night you saw me fight here, I was trying to impress you. I knew I wanted to be a part of your house long before you knew about me. Tonight, I was really happy that you ordered me to stay out of the way. And it’s not that I can’t yet, it’s that I don’t want to. I’ve been talking to Anthony about what he and his group does, and it seems more like what I should be doing.” He sounded sheepish.

“You wish to gather information and be a spy?” There was no emotion in his voice.

“With your permission, sir.”

Daily Prompt: Satisfied

From Inside the Grey House:

Vincent let the argument drop, assigning Charlie as her bodyguard. That didn’t work since the next time she left was the day of the full moon, shortly before nightfall when Charlie was incapacitated. She returned once more after midnight, but less bruised than before, sporting a satisfied grin. Vincent rushed her into his study upon her return, thinking to lecture and yell. At the first opportunity, she knelt before him, pulled down his pants and sucked him dry. She dominated him that night, and he relished in her abilities, giving in to her every desire; showing her a few of his own.

Daily Prompt: Ready

From Inside the Grey House:

“Downstairs in his office.” Lilly stood, heading for the door. “He’s almost ready to see you.”

Natalia held her head high. As she didn’t feel dizzy, she walked at her normal pace to the door, reaching it before Lilly. “Well, I’m ready to see him. Let’s go.”

Lilly shook her head. She hoped for Vincent’s sake that he knew what kind of woman he was sharing his bed with. She also wondered, as she led the human downstairs, if Natalia knew the kind of creature she wanted to sleep with. Lilly came back to herself as she noticed Natalia pause, place a hand to her forehead and nearly fall. Lilly caught her before the woman fell too far. The healer cradled the human as all around her, doors were opened and slammed shut.

Daily Prompt: Inside

From Inside the Grey House:

“Revenge is better dealt out when you know your target, Natalia.” He moved her carefully away and walked around to the front of the desk. Taking his key ring out of his pocket, he selected a small brass one and unlocked one of the drawers. He reached inside, searched for a moment and pulled out a manila folder about an inch thick. “Donald Jenkins liked to use women. He finds a woman on his route and uses her for his pleasure, making her suffer every moment she was with him. There’s more, but perhaps you would like to read it yourself.”

Natalia stared at the manila folder he held out to her, walking to the edge of the desk. “When did you find this out?”