Six Days 'Till Christmas (Could Be Short Story #2)
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  • Parts 7
  • Time 52m
  • Reads 170
  • Votes 27
  • Parts 7
  • Time 52m
Complete, First published Dec 10, 2022
It's been months since that fateful night on a doorstep when Timothy accidentally blurted "I love you" to his favorite cook's assistant. Ever since that moment, Timothy has been a dead man walking--at least, in his own estimation. How could he break the news of their understanding to his parents and live to tell about it? And yet, the date is set: December 24th, Christmas Eve. He has six days to prepare himself. Six days before what's unknown becomes known, and he'll find out whether the Christmas he's read about in books could be real.
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(Will hopefully get the chance to rewrite. :D) The Christmas Hope Project gives students a chance to understand what Christmas is truly about. Each year, a different student hosts TCHP in order to make each one different and as memorable as the last. TCHP is known for it's 'magical powers' in granting someone's holiday wish. I never believed the rumor, I had always thought that it was a lie to get people to sign up to host it. Until I hosted it, that is. My holiday wish? To find a place where I truly belong. ~~~~ "I stopped taking pictures to leave the person I once was in the past." He wrapped an arm around my waist, spinning me to face him. "But one day, when your memory starts to fade, all you'll have are photos. To remind you of who you were, who you are." The sadness in his eyes had disappeared, replaced by something else. "To remind you of where you came from, who you came from. To remind you that you lived." I was stunned silent by his words, left reeling from the thoughts. I was conflicted. On one hand, I was moved by his words. On the other hand, I'd be losing who I thought I was. "I..." I couldn't find anything to say. There was nothing I could do or say that would help me in this situation, so I just stood there with my brows furrowed. "Goodnight, Elaine. Think about it, yeah?" Then he was gone, leaving me standing there with only a camera in my hands.