The light can be a mysterious thing. Good, evil, unforgiving. The light can be everything and nothing.
Brielle opened her eyes to her beautiful Christmas decorations in her room. She put so much time and effort into them, it was so pleasing to see all of her work put up on display for just her.
Come to think of it, she wished someone else noticed the little things she did like that. Even her twin didn't. That wasn't a problem. She went to her Christmas tree and was surprised to see a red-and-black present. She didn't think Austy traveled that far. Maybe he did. She opened it with glee and found an interesting little thing inside. It was a button, that said it could make Christmas lights grow like plants. And that was super useful. She needed longer lights to cover her room. She grinned as she pushed the button in her room, and, sure enough, the lights seemed to react to it, growing from the outlet as if they were ivy. That was actually really cool.
Brielle noticed the lights still were short, so she pushed the button a couple more times. That was her downfall. The lights kept growing, and growing, and growing, until they started to snake down the walls. They curled up on her bed. They curled around the window. They curled around the door. There was no way out of her room. She put herself into a real predicament. Don't haste into those, she told herself. She had to think quickly. What was the most efficient way to stop these lights from growing and possibly strangling her? Hopefully it was the easiest answer: Unplugging it.
She quickly inched toward the outlet, some of the lights twirling around her legs. She hurried as the lights increased their grasp, and she unplugged it. A loud hiss was heard as the lights stopped growing. She sighed, but it didn't last for long. She yelped as the bulbs all started bursting around her. She shielded herself as they went rampant, finally stopping and covering her room in colored glass.
She inched her way out of the room without getting cut, and closed the door, slumping on the other side. Let this be a reminder, she told herself, to never decorate for Christmas again.
End of Chapter 7
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Austy Quinn's Christmas Special I
AdventureA Very Austy Quinnmas! The long awaited Austy Quinn Christmas Special! This is the first in the annual series, and was written in 2017 by me. Names have not been changed since then, everything has stayed exactly the same. This was written as a Chri...
