Holiday Ransom

Yep,  it’s that time again. We’re all bustling to make that last dime that’ll pay off the massive list that grew on us. We just have to get “the” gift that’ll make our friends and family smile. Why?  Because we’re all crazy in our own way.

So, knowing just how crazy busy we all are I’ll keep this year’s challenge reasonable. Hahaha! Did I say reasonable?  I meant less overwhelming.  

The holidays are being demanding again. They didn’t bother with kidnapping this time on account of me driving them crazy last year. This year, they threaten to steal my bonus.  We can’t let that happen. 

Here’s your challenge. It’s a fun one.  No demanded word count. They just want to know about your most hated relative. We all have one of those relatives we could go the rest of our lives from seeing without feeling bad. That’s the one you should write about. 

Tell the holidays why you dislike them. Then,  if it’s possible, tell them of one good memory of them. 

Please feel free to share in the comments. I too have such a relative.  That one relative that always has a negative comment about everything.  And I do mean everything! You could look at the rain and say “It is raining” and he’d say “You’re full of ****. I don’t see a drop.” (No sarcasm present.) Yeah, that argumentative. I even suggested that as a Christmas game we tie him up and everyone gets a good slap in. My grandmother liked  that idea. That’s how bad. She’s such a sweet woman. I was surprised to hear her agree. I wish I had a good memory of him.  But I don’t. 

But that’s the relative the holidays want to know about. Maybe they’ll feed them to Krampus. 

Good luck. 

Why are you still here? 

Seriously! Go write!  And don’t forget to share. 

Abandoned

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I feel so ashamed that I’ve not written a blog post in a while.  The holidays have kidnapped me and are demanding a ransom of 80,000 words.
I know! It’s crazy right? What do the holidays need with that many words?  Doesn’t it get enough from the gathered families?

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They’ve stolen my laptop, taken my phone, and destroyed my zip drive. I’m sending this via Morse code to an unknown source. I just hope they’ll actually post it.
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Who knows Morse code anymore? Weird. Who has an Alphanumeric Transceiver open to messages? WHY do they have one? Creepy.

Back to my plea. Send 80,000 words to your hard drive (collaborate if you must) and title it holiday ransom by New Years Eve or I may never be seen again. They threaten to feed me to Krampus.
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Though, he may not get to eat a few of my fingers as they feel they will fall off from sending out this desperate message for help. S.O.S.

WHY ARE YOU STILL READING? Start typing! Please! I can’t write you stories if I’m dead.

Your Beloved Author,
Sandra Easter