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Oh my God, it's here: this awful time of year. How I hate the snow is falling and wealthy neighbours are bragging about the gifts they're getting. "Hey Jack!" They say, "Let me take a guess now. You're getting K-Mart clothes again!" And then, I had a revelation. This is my chance to sew their lips clean shut with fear because this Christmas, I'll burn it to the ground. This Christmas, Santa's skipping town. This Christmas, everything will change when they see the flames this Christmas day.
Christmas lights are alive and lighting up the night. Meanwhile, I'm inside my room conniving through the cheer and laughter that resumes. Tonight's the night. I have to do it right now. I will strike when all's asleep and creep by sneaking through your chimney. Saint Nick is gone for now.~ υρ ση тнє нσυѕєтσρ, gιƒтѕ αяє мιηє. кιѕѕ уσυя ¢няιѕтмαѕ тяєє gσσ∂вує because this Christmas, I'll burn it to the ground. This Christmas, Santa's skipping town. This Christmas, everything will change when they see the flames this Christmas day.
Oԋ ɱαƙҽ ϝυɳ σϝ ɱҽ, ɯιʅʅ ყσυ? Wҽʅʅ I'ʅʅ ʂԋσɯ ყσυ ɯԋαƚ ƚɾυҽ ɱιʂҽɾყ ϝҽҽʅʂ ʅιƙҽ! Yσυ ʂҽҽ, I'ɱ ƚԋҽ σɳҽ ƚԋαƚ ʂαιԃ, "Eʋҽɾყƚԋιɳɠ Ⴆυɾɳʂ!" Hҽყ ҽʋҽɾყσɳҽ! Lσσƙ συƚʂιԃҽ ყσυɾ ɯιɳԃσɯ! I ԋαʋҽ α ʂυɾρɾιʂҽ ϝσɾ ყσυ~! Imagine this: 1,000 gifts and 16 trees all lay in a heap in a cul-de-sac. I strike my match and I blaze the trail of gasoline. (This Christmas-) I'm ending the game (this Christmas-)! What a crying shame~! (This Christmas-)
Because...
This Christmas, I'll burn it to the ground. This Christmas, Santa's skipping town. This Christmas, everything will change when they see the flames this Christmas day.
//Ah, just in time for the Holidays~! It doesn't feel like Christmas and that kind of worries me. None of the holidays this year felt like they should. For example, Halloween didn't feel like Halloween. No one was in the spooky mood at all. And Thanksgiving didn't feel like Thanksgiving! There were no food-comas because there was never enough turkey. If Christmas doesn't actually feel like Christmas, I'm going to lose my mind. Anyway, merry Christmas fools. I'll see you later, ig.
//word count: 397 words.
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Short Stories/Song Lyrics
Short StoryThis is mainly full of song lyrics. Sorry. I'm not creative enough to actually make short stories. There are, like, two chapters that are short stories, but that's it. TW: If you're easily disturbed by talk or mention of suicide, some chapters are n...
