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Dyane Forde’s Christmas Challenge

20 Dec
Author Dyane Forde

Author Dyane Forde

Hi everyone! I’m so excited to introduce today my friend and a very talented author: Dyane Forde

 

Dyane recently released her fabulous book The Purple Morrow. The Purple Morrow is a (light) Fantasy aimed at an adult audience. At the end of this post you will see the book cover, read a blurb from the book and there will also be information on how you can get your own copy.

 

Dyane Forde’s love of writing began with an early interest in reading and of words in general. She was always amazed at how linking words together in different ways had unexpected and pleasing results on others. People enjoyed what she created! This sparked a life-long desire to write all types of things, from short stories, novels, flash fiction, poetry…she enjoys trying genres and forms of writing which are different from what she’s used to; every story or book represents new joys and challenges. Dyane views writing as an amazing and intimate communication tool, meaning that it becomes a means through which she seeks to connect with others on a level deeper than intellect.

 

Knowing what a creative writer Dyane is and wanting to give you a taste of her brilliance I decided to give her a Christmas challenge for this post. I asked her to write a short holiday story using Santa Claus, Christmas tree, magic, and clairvoyant child as prompts (I know. I wasn’t easy on her), but I knew she was up for the challenge and she did not disappoint. So without further ado here is Dyane Forde’s Christmas story.

 

Oh! There’s a WARNING attached to this story: If you are overly sensitive, offend easily or are a hardcore Santa Claus fan who cannot stand the thought of viewing him in a negative light, DO NOT read this story.

 

 

Just Desserts

by Dyane Forde

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He’s here.

The clattering on the rooftop followed by the clomping of heavy boots confirms it. After a flurry of grunting and neighing and the stamping of cloven hooves, the commotion on the roof falls silent. I must give the man credit. Sweet-faced and dolled up in red, white and black, the apple-cheeked hypocrite has trained them well. The team of massive, horned beasts cower at his every whim.

I narrow my eyes. He claimed he’d chosen me on a whim all those years ago. But it was righteous rage which had drawn me to him this holiday eve. That, and the voiceless cry of a child awakened in the dead of night by the shattering terror of a nightmare.

Huddling wide-eyed in the shadows cast by the multicoloured lights, that same boy, Ryan, watches me from across the room. Pine scents the air, and white-powdered garlands twist around banisters and snake along the edges of the door frames. In the far corner hulks the tree, gorgeously decked from the bottom up with all manner of holiday cheer, right to the garish star on top. It’s Christmas Eve and the fact fills me with more dread than joy.

Feeling for the child, I glide across the floor. Streaks of ice linger on the wood slats behind me. “Are you ready?”

The boy nods, dark hair flipping over a dark-brown eye. Even now, I’m amazed me he can see me. Very few can and, even then, doing so requires the help of a special ‘gift’. Ryan can’t speak, but he can see.

The clattering on the roof starts up again. The boy reaches for me but I back away. Ice crusts my slippered feet, spreading into glistening circles on the floor. “No, you can’t.” When he cocks his head to the side, I reach for the window and press my fingers against the glass. Frost blossoms from the tips, spreading outward in an etched, white coat. Ryan’s eyes widen with excitement and glee, but the trickle of ash suddenly dusting down from the chimney snares his attention, erasing the smile from his face.

“You remember the plan?” I ask him. “Don’t accept anything from him. Nothing at all, you understand?”

Ryan nods before dashing off to his spot.

Everything is ready. The plate of cookies and the tall glass of milk by the fireplace, the fire itself nothing but softly glowing embers in the grate. Christmas music plays softly over the radio. And snowflakes, fat as cotton balls, flutter past the windows outside.

He lands on the grate in a burst of soot and ash, cursing the closeness of the shaft. Squatting, he eases his rotund body out of the chimney and into the room. Oblivious to my child-sized spectre standing nearby, he brushes the soot off his coat and then stops to stretch the knots from his back.

He must smell the candy, for his beady black eyes flick towards the little table. Spying the milk and cookies, old St. Nick smacks his lips, readjusts his floppy red hat and hurries over only to slip and fall on the carefully concealed ice patches on the floor.

“Hello, Nick,” I coo, cutting off the string of curses spewing from his mouth. “Such bad language from someone who claims to adore children. One would think it’s bad for your image.” I kneel beside him, letting my hand hover over his rotund belly. Then heeding temptation’s call, I lay a finger on his coat.

“You!” He spits the word at me. Looking down, he grimaces and shrinks from my touch where a melting ice patch darkens the red velvet. “I thought I’d taken care of you ages ago!”

“Oh, no. One’s mistakes just don’t ‘disappear’.  They hang around, waiting for the chance to come back and bite you in the ass!”

“You’re not a mistake! You’re a menace!”

“If that’s what I am, then you made it so! I never asked for it!”

“Oh, but you did, you little devil. The moment you accepted my gift, you were mine.” He points with a finger. “Just like Ryan over by the tree. Children never refuse my presents.” Shifting, he pulls a beautifully wrapped package from behind his back. “Come here, son. Old St. Nick has something for you.”

Ryan looks at me and then at the gift. I shake my head vigorously.

Seeing he had the boy’s attention, Nick sits up and jiggles the box so it rattles. “Come now, boy. Don’t you want something from dear old Santa Claus? Aren’t you curious about what’s inside?”

We’d gone over the plan a few times but I should have known the lure of a gift from the man in red would be too much. Eyes fixed on the shiny wrapping paper, Ryan steps into the glow of the flickering lights and, arms outstretched like a sleepwalker, advances.

“You never could stop them from coming to me,” Nick says. “Children are all the same: easy as hell to trick.”

“How many have you swapped? How many parents have found gifts under the tree in place of their children?”

“Everyone likes my gifts.”

“No gift can replace a child!”

Nick laughs, a great booming trill. “How many? Lots! And like you, the stupid sprites run amok, filling the world with blankets of snow, bathing it in white!”

Ryan’s now only a few feet away. Nick yanks the box out of reach, replacing it with the open mouth of his great, big sack. Grabbing Ryan by the arm, he starts jamming him inside.

Ryan’s thoughts call to me. “Ja—!“

“Frost!” Nick screams. He drops the boy and the sack to grab his midsection. “How dare you!”

He charges, coming on like a red and black battering ram but I easily dodge his attack. Dancing around him like an imp, I poke him with a finger, laughing at the white patches forming on his coat, then poking some more, egged on by his irritated grunts. Finally, breathing hard, Nick quits lumbering around.

“You think saving one boy will make a damned bit of difference? I’ve been swapping for generations! If not this one, then the next–!”

“Not if I can help it, fat man!”

Nick gasps and goes pale. He looks at his chest, sees the flowers of blood forming on the white fur trim and pooling on the floor. I withdraw the ice knives, the red-coated icicles extending from my fingers gleaming in the fire and flickering lights. From the wounds, frost crackles across Nick’s body, freezing him solid.

I punch his face. He shatters. Santa-sicles slide across the hardwood floor.

At a slight touch from me, Ryan snaps out of the trance. Seeing the Santa pieces strewn about his feet, he smiles.

“You’re safe now, kid. How about you go on off to bed?” Waving a hand over him, I add, “And while you’re at it, forget about everything you’ve seen tonight.”

Ryan blinks. He stares as though seeing me for the first time until his eyelids droop and fatigue pulls at his face. Yawning, he heads for the stairs.

I walk over to the cookies, kicking aside the red, white and black chunks in the way. In three long gulps, I down the glass of milk.

And grinning, I bite into the thick layer of sugar frosting, savouring the sweet, sweet taste of revenge.

Evil Santa

Dyane Forde’s book:

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BLURB: (A short description of the book)

 

The Rovers had been sent to decimate the Southernlands. Instead, they awoke its savior.

Ten years have passed since the Rover army tore through the Southernlands, leaving behind a trail of devastation and death. Most believed the attacks were random acts of brutality. The wise, however, knew the truth: the Rovers sought to destroy the one thing powerful enough to thwart their conquest. They were searching for the Papilion.

A new commander, bent on completing the mission left unfinished by his predecessors, leads the Rovers back into the Southernlands. Fierce and determined, he comes armed with a precious artifact and a secret purpose.

While the Southernlands reel under the new terror, the Purple Morrow, a harbinger of hope, appears to Jeru, an unsuspecting and solitary clan hunter. Finding himself enmeshed in a series of incredible events beyond his control, Jeru is compelled to take the first steps towards discovering his ultimate destiny.
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You can purchase Dyane Forde’s book, The Purple Morrow on amazon.com You can also buy it HERE and HERE.
Also check out Dyane Forde’s fascinating Blog: Dropped Pebbles
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Thank you for stopping by my blog. I hope you enjoyed Dyane’s holiday story. Let me know your thoughts in the comment section below. Happy Holidays!

42 Responses to “Dyane Forde’s Christmas Challenge”

  1. Michelle Stanley December 20, 2013 at 10:31 am #

    Awesome! I’ll be keeping an avid watch on my son this Christmas Eve, after reading this terrific entertaining story. This is certainly a new side to the Santa I know.

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    • Dyane December 20, 2013 at 11:42 am #

      Oh good! I’m pleased my Public Service effort has had a positive effect; keep kids safe! Thanks for reading and commenting Michelle 🙂

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    • Vashti Quiroz-Vega December 20, 2013 at 12:21 pm #

      Ha,ha! Hello Michelle! Dyane’s story is certainly different and entertaining. I expected nothing less. Thank you for reading it. I’m glad you enjoyed it. Happy Holidays!

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  2. Rat December 20, 2013 at 10:40 am #

    wonderful post, Vashti.. wishes to both of you.. 🙂

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    • Dyane December 20, 2013 at 11:43 am #

      Thank you! And thanks for reading. 🙂

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    • Vashti Quiroz-Vega December 20, 2013 at 12:19 pm #

      Thank you my friend! Dyane’s truly a good writer (a natural) I am happy having here. Thank you for reading. 😀

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  3. peternoahthomas December 20, 2013 at 10:49 am #

    Yikes. This was great. I’m going to check out the book too. It sounds like a fun read.

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    • Dyane December 20, 2013 at 11:44 am #

      Hi! Thanks for reading. I’m so glad you liked it. And if you get the book, I hope you enjoy that as well. 🙂

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    • Vashti Quiroz-Vega December 20, 2013 at 12:18 pm #

      Hi Peter! Thank you for stopping by and checking out Dyane’s story and book. I plan to read The Purple Morrow myself. I’m sure it will be great. Happy Holidays!

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  4. Yolanda Isabel Regueira Marin December 20, 2013 at 2:29 pm #

    Not your typical Christmas tale … An interesting take Dyane 🙂 Good post Vashti

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    • Dyane December 20, 2013 at 2:47 pm #

      lol Nope, not a usual take at all, Yolanda, but that’s one reason it was so much fun to write. 🙂

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    • Vashti Quiroz-Vega December 21, 2013 at 11:51 am #

      Hi Yolanda! I didn’t think it would be, but Dyane surprised even me! Ha,ha! Thank you for stopping by and reading. 😀 xx

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  5. Sunni Morris December 20, 2013 at 11:17 pm #

    Well that was a dark Christmas tale and totally different way of viewing Santa. Interesting.

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    • Vashti Quiroz-Vega December 21, 2013 at 11:48 am #

      Hello Sunni! You can’t say I didn’t warn you. Ha,ha! Thank you for stopping by and reading. I hope all is fine with you and your family. Have a fun and safe holiday season! 🙂

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    • Dyane December 21, 2013 at 12:55 pm #

      I can safely say I surprised myself when I got to the end of that story, Sunni

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  6. Kelly Garriott Waite (@kgwaite) December 20, 2013 at 11:23 pm #

    Yowza, what a twist! I really enjoyed reading this piece.

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    • Vashti Quiroz-Vega December 21, 2013 at 11:46 am #

      Hello Kelly! Yes indeed! Thank you so much for visiting my blog and reading Dyane’s piece. I’m glad you enjoyed it. Happy Holidays! 😀

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    • Dyane December 21, 2013 at 12:56 pm #

      So glad to hear it, Kelly. 🙂 Thanks so much for reading and commenting.

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  7. Natasha December 26, 2013 at 8:41 am #

    Great story, Dyane! I was fascinated from beginning to end. I’m into dark stories, so it was a joy to read. Love the twist!

    Thanks so much for sharing on Turn It Up Tuesday, Vashti!

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    • Vashti Quiroz-Vega December 27, 2013 at 4:43 pm #

      Hi Natasha! I’m glad you enjoyed Dyane’s story. Always happy to link up! 😀

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      • Dyane December 27, 2013 at 5:12 pm #

        Hi! So glad you enjoyed the story!

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  8. turnips 2 tangerines December 26, 2013 at 1:22 pm #

    Wonderful! Thanks for sharing on The Four Seasons Blog Hop~ Lynn @ Turnips 2 Tangerines
    Merry Christmas and Happy New Year~

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    • Vashti Quiroz-Vega December 27, 2013 at 4:42 pm #

      My pleasure! Thank you very much! Best wishes! 😀

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    • Dyane December 27, 2013 at 5:10 pm #

      Hi! I’m so glad you enjoyed the dark twist in the story, lol I really appreciate you reading it and taking the time to drop me a message.

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  9. paulznewpostbox December 10, 2014 at 9:14 am #

    Reblogged this on ramblingsfromawritersmind and commented:
    Here is a super Santa story from one of my friends, Dyane Forde.
    Please head the warning first…. Then enjoy!

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  10. Dyane December 10, 2014 at 9:17 am #

    Reblogged this on Dropped Pebbles and commented:
    Last year, when Vashti asked me to write a Christmas story for her blog (in mere days!) I panicked. WTH was I going to write about??? I’m not into sappy holiday stories, and the commercialism around the holidays drives me crazy. But I had been given a challenge–and if you know me at all, you know I rarely walk away from one, once it’s been thrown down. So, while driving, I let my imagination go, let the wheels turn, and I came up with something I really liked. Jack Frost vs. Bad Santa! (gamer voice required for the right effect lol)
    So, as Christmas is around the corner, I hope you’ll take a sec to take read my offering. And if you like it, please share!

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  11. paulznewpostbox December 10, 2014 at 9:17 am #

    Loved this so much just had to re-blog this on ramblingsfromawritersmind.wordpress.com
    Excellent fun. Thank you Dyane.

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    • Vashti Quiroz-Vega December 11, 2014 at 3:22 pm #

      Hi Paul! I’m sure Dyane will be very happy about this. Thank you for stopping by and reading. 🙂

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    • Dyane December 15, 2014 at 12:22 pm #

      Hi Paul! So glad you enjoyed the story 🙂 It’s great that there are others out there who enjoy a little Christmas mischief! And thanks so much for reblogging 🙂

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  12. Jassie December 10, 2014 at 9:23 am #

    Reblogged this on International Book Promotion and commented:
    Dyane Forde’s Christmas Challenge

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  13. theowllady December 11, 2014 at 8:22 pm #

    Reblogged this on theowlladyblog.

    Liked by 1 person

    • Dyane December 15, 2014 at 12:23 pm #

      Thanks so much for reblogging 🙂

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  14. Vashti Quiroz-Vega January 7, 2014 at 1:14 pm #

    Thank you for the feature! Happy New Year! 😀

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