Because we all have unsent letters.......

Short stories inspired by different songs.

Sleeping the night before Christmas is a challenge. How can one not want to see Santa? But when a snow storm hits hard, little Lucy is left in panic mode. She fears Santa will never arrive.

I sigh, letting the string of that stupid pink balloon weave between my fingers. You keep texting me, and the buzzing is beginning to annoy me. "Please," the messages say, "come back." "I'm sorry." "Please forgive me." But I'm tired of forgiving you. Gazing out into the harbor, I want to forget. But I can't. I love you too much. I hate myself for it. I hate myself, I hate myself, I hate myself. More specifically, I hate you. And I love you. But I guess they're the same thing.

They made the list together for their one-year anniversary. Oliver had suggested it, hoping to surprise Delilah, which it did, and thank goodness in a good way. The last time he'd tried to pleasantly surprise her-with a card that read "I hate you a little less than everyone else. That's code for I love you"-she hadn't been impressed. Written in a mix of Delilah's pristine handwriting and Oliver's sloppy one, the list hung on Delilah's bulletin board on the wall.

Jen, who went back to her hometown during Winter Break, spent most of her time at Starbucks. For two reasons - Green Tea Latte, and a boy who she hasn't seen in a long time but is still hoping to meet him again. At the place where they first met, Starbucks. Beautiful cover made by @just-another-writer_ .