He watches you when you are sleeping....
Prolouge:
A whip cracked over the heads of the last five rows of elves as Santa took up the end of the droopy prosession, with a mad look in his eyes.
"What's this?" his thunderous voice boomed across the open tundra.
None of the elves even turned around to look. It happened almost every day.
"Get up on your feet you misrable rat!" Santa cracked the whip again this time hitting the poor elves feet.
The elf moaned and made a half hearted attempt at getting up, but he fell back down.
"Get up!" Santa barked.
The elf tried once more but it was a more feeble attempt then the last.
Santa got down on one knee and leaned really close to the elf's face. He propped the elf up on his knee so the elf was sitting in his lap.
Santa pulled out his wallet and flipped it open. With some magic, Santa's ID turned into a picture of a female and to kids.
"See them, your family, that's who you are letting down, how could you? How could you be so cruel to some innocent kids. Get up if you want to live. Get up if you want to live in the spirit of Chistmas. Get up if you want to live with me."
Santa looked at the elf squarely in the eyes.
Very faintly over the whipping winds of the North pole, the elf spoke.
"No, I will not get up, I will never get up. The spirit of Christmas, there is no spirit anymore. At least not around here. And I will never get up up, to be with you, you are a ruined being, you are the root of evil, a heartless being, murderous and rampent to get you agenda finished, you are the thing that is wrong with this world, you are the greed, the envy, the jelousy, now standing against what you once stood for. You are the madman I will never get up for."
Santa turned around and walked away fading into the snow storm.
"He desevered to die anyway." Santa grumbled.
With this he caught up to the line of elves and began cracking his whip once more. Santa smiled this was going to be the year of giving and receiving.
Book Two of Five in the New Beginnings Series.
**You do NOT have to read Inhale, Exhale, & Breathe to enjoy these stories**
SALEM LUNA:
Does anyone ever feel like they're riding a mechanical bull that is never ending? No matter how many times you get thrown off the thing, you appear right back on it?
No? Just me then?
See, I have this best friend. Former. Best. Friend. It's taking my brain a while to get used to it. Whatever. I'm hopelessly in love with him, and I tried desperately to admit my feelings out loud.
So, I did.
Raven Fox told me not to love him, and the look he seared into my skin when he said it was now branded into my brain.
Now we're on the university book club Christmas retreat. Who did I get roomed with? Raven because of course I was given the bird. The damn bird that didn't love me in return. Which would have been fine had he not looked like the idea disgusted him.
Six months have gone by since that day, and our tension is growing with more animosity each second.
Now, we're doing activities together, and Christmas is my favorite holiday. He's not screwing this up for me.
After a snowstorm starts hitting, though, I end up stuck in the middle of nowhere, out of gas in my snowmobile. I'm terrified as the wind starts picking up and snow starts whipping my face.
I thought he wasn't listening. That he didn't care.
So, why did he become the one to save me? Why does he look so distraught? His words say one thing, but his eyes are telling me his words are lies.
Raven is lying to me.
He loves me.
But he doesn't want me to love him.
All I want to know is why because I can't breathe without him anymore.