- Tina Glasneck | @TinaGlasneck
- J. Thomas Ganzer | @J_Thomas_Ganzer
- Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
- Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
- Silver James | @SilverJames_
- Keturah Lamb | @KeturahAbigail
- Lauren Grinder
- Mark A. Morris
- Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
- Kelly Heinen | @Aightball
- Torn MacAlester | @Torn_MacAlester
Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
Paige says: Bill creates tension right off the bat, though it isn’t between the characters. No, the tension belongs to the reader, who is wondering what is going on with the person in the bed. Is he sick? In a coma? What does he need to explain? I’m desperate for these answers and I hope to see more either in another TT prompt or a story all on its own.
Silver James | @SilverJames_
Paige says: I don’t know what Sheila has against Gunner but I don’t care—I’m just as swept away by him as Harper is! I don’t even worry about her phone or the bowl of cake batter (and that’s saying a lot coming from someone who’s obsessed with her phone and as big a baker as I am) I just want to see what happens when they get to the bedroom!
Kel J. Heinen | @Aightball
Paige says: This is an absolutely hilarious take on the prompt. It’s definitely not a typical thing you have to explain to people but totally plausible when alcohol enters the equation. I’d love to see if he manages to make the flowers beautiful (I hate gardening too so I’m rooting for him). Loved it.
J. Thomas Ganzer | @J_Thomas_Ganzer
Paige says: This is a surprisingly dark take on the Santa Claus tale... and I LOVE IT. In just 250 words, J manages to pull the reader in, make up worry about the elf sitting there, dislike the secretary, and gasp aloud (yes, I actually did) when Santa not only fires the elf, but fires ON him. Bravo!!!
“Cold day today, hope next week is better.”
She refused to look up, instead remaining focused on her maps, drawing arrows across the page indicating travel routes.
“Will he be much longer?”
She offered a non-committal, “Hmpf.”
The bells on the curled tips of his green slippers jingled louder as he swung his legs harder. Through gritted teeth, she hissed, “Could you not do that?”
He stopped smiling and removed his tiny red hat. “I’m sorry, I do that when I’m nervous. Is he in a good mood today? Because I think when he hears my side of things, it will all be okay. I told a buddy that a few missing packages was perfectly normal but that the boss summoned me here. He’s going to let me explain. That’s a good sign, right?”
She finally looked up and peered at him over her bifocals. A sly grin crept across her face. Her phone buzzed, she scooped up the receiver and listened for a moment.
“Santa will see you now.”
He hopped off his chair and skipped to the large, wooden door. “Be right back!”
The door closed behind the elf; a moment later a single gunshot rang out. She picked up the receiver and dialed.
“Send two elves from production up here with a bag and notify the packing crew they are one short for the next four days. Yes, Merry Christmas to you too.”
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