Friday December 18th, 2009

The exercise:

Just a week to go until Christmas!

I've decided that for the next seven days all writing prompts will be the title of various Christmas songs. Today, for Four Line Friday Prose, I'm starting with my personal favorite: silent night.

If you have a favorite song you'd like me to use, feel free to drop me a note.


The stars are watching with sparkling eyes but the moon has gone to bed. The man slips down the chimney with a sack over his shoulder but leaves behind his sled. Then something goes terribly wrong and he lands right on his jolly old head.

The night is silent for now but that will end when the kids find Santa in the fireplace, quite definitely dead.

Note: mmm, holiday spirit. So inspiring!


Greg said...

Hehe, that made me laugh! I will be writing a proper comment, but I'm about to make the trek back to the uk, so it might be Sunday before I catch up again; sorry :(


Marc said...

Glad you liked it :)

And no need to apologize. Have a safe trip home and I'll see you around here again once you're settled back in :)

Greg said...

Well, I'm back in the UK, which does not have the snow I was promised, so I'm thinking of going back to Moncton... well, maybe after Christmas :) The -31C temperature was a bit of surprise, but in a mostly-good way!

Silent Night

Snow had fallen, a heavy white blanket that dampened sound, deep enough to make walking difficult. Except for the snowmen of course, which glided across the surface of the snow with unearthly grace. Their coal black eyes were like holes of jet in their faces, sinister and malevolent. People huddled inside their houses, lights off and freezing, dreading the sound of the snowmen trying to get in.

Marc said...

Yeesh, I shall never look at a snowman the same way again.

Nicely done :)