An ‘Apocalyptic Christmas Story’ by Rhys the AZK

“It twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature stirred, not even a mouse. The kids were asleep, all snug in their beds.

But then came a thud, and a crash and a wallop, and what would come out the chimney that night, but a big green gabbop”

Josie had went to say something, but Rhys had put his hand up to stop her, none of us knew what a gobbop was, but for rhyming purposes, it worked, and after a look, the both of us let it slide,

“Now, it’s not the Grinch my young Jose, but something stranger than him, and, with a clatter and a bang, he got to his feet, and across the carpet he strode, no room for his beat -” he went to shake his shoulders, as if he was going to start dancing, but Jose stopped him,

“Your terrible at rhyming” she said, “It started off okay” she felt the need to tell him, “But I don’t think it makes much sense anymore”,

“It’s a story about zombies at Christmas, of course it doesn’t” Rhys had said before he’d wriggled his butt in the cushion dramatically and turned his head up, continuing with his story;

‘He stumbled up the stairs, they thought it twas the cat, but she hissed at the bottom, she wanted none of that. And in to the girls room, the green thing did go. And, with a scream and a clatter, they were gone without a matter.

‘The parents, they rushed in, all sad and crying, proclaiming to the police, their kid was kidnapped and dyying”, Jose smiled, leaning her head on her shoulder, “But, no evidence they found, except for a red pound. And, on and on, it went, till new years came around” Josie had lied down now, her head resting on her hands, “The mother went searching, looking high and low. And, finally, she found her, all meekly and slow. She was pale and sick, and not a word was said. The mother knew best, so over she went. The dad found them later, both stood outside the door” Rhys gestured to the front door and it made the hairs on my arms prickle, “He thought he would join them, but they ate him instead!”

Josie laughed then – I don’t know if that’s a good thing, considering what the whole thing was about – but it made her belly laugh, like properly laugh, and she hadn’t done it for so long that I didn’t consider how terrible the story was.

But then, I guess; in this world, where people kill people, and the dead kill people too, you need to laugh, you need to be happy every now and then, because, without it, what’s the point? What’s the point of living in a world like this if you can’t?

Rhys had smiled, and then, he’d pulled out a badly wrapped present from behind his back. Josie’s little eye’s had lit up and she looked almost scared to take it, but Rhys put it in to her hands and told her to open it.

It had only been a coloring book and some old crayons, but Josie had loved it, and from the time she was given it, to the time we sat down – for perhaps one of the best Christmas dinners I’ve ever had out of a tin – she never put it down, and, even after that, as we lay content and full, she colored until she fell asleep.

It was and, perhaps, always will be, the best ‘Apocalyptic Christmas’ I’ll ever have.


I’m not sure if this worked the way I wanted it too, but, if anything, it was nice to write it out, and perhaps, it’s given you a little insight in to the dynamics of these three characters from my NaNoWriMo project!

And, also, I’d like to wish you a very Merry Christmas, or a very happy Monday!

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Day 3: When a Kings Knight Met a Red Nosed Reindeer (12DaysOfBlogmas)

Today’s post was inspired by today’s Promptmas post! And, I attempted to do a flash fiction.

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That day, Ryan had decided to go on a small hunting trip in Pembrey forest to pass the time a tad. Everyone else was sat around at the manor, writing letters to Kings, reading books, carving wooden rabbits, picking flowers or welding swords. All of which he had no interest in.

Not to mention, he liked to be alone sometimes. The silence of the forest made him feel better, made him feel sane when the rest of the world were losing their minds. Here, it wasn’t that bad, the people here weren’t as crazy as they were in the fields of Cryers – despite claims against the old Lord.

So far, he’d caught a couple rabbits, scared off a pheasant or two by accident, but he hadn’t spotted any boars or deer yet. Although, he wasn’t really sure he wanted too. He hadn’t brought Bezel with him this time, knowing the horse would most likely bolt at the sound of a rustle after what happened last week.

Really speaking, Ryan shouldn’t have been out there by himself, but, if he peered through the thicket long enough – and in just the right place – be could see the manor, which would be his excuse when he got back.

The trees around him were already thick with snow, the ground covered in undisturbed white that broke apart under his boots.

He hated that as much as Aran did, ruining the snow after all its hard work to fall.

The feeling of eyes on the back of his head made him stop. He could hear something as well, a rustle here, the crunch of snow there. He turned his head, his hand steady on his bow to pull it to the front of him, but then he saw it.

He had no idea what it was at first. He thought someone had been holding a torch from far away, but it wasn’t fire, it was like an orb. Like a ball of glowy red.

And it was attached to a stags nose.

Its antlers were small, it told him it was was a young thing, but it had fluffy chest hair, almost like a white beard.

It was tentatively walking towards him. Ryan kept his position, wondering whether the thing was going to attack, but it didn’t. It stopped about three feet away from him and strained it’s neck towards him, it’s red nose twitching.

Everything about it, except the fluffy neck line and the bulbous red, glowy thing on the end of it’s nose, told Ryan it was a stag, but the nose looked as if it was changing color every so often, that it would dull and then brighten up again as it twitched, getting closer and closer to him.

It was like something out of one of Telfawds books, like one of those mythical creatures that wasn’t really mythical. He considered it for a moment; the look of the thing, maybe it was an infection or something, a tumor perhaps, and then, the distance from here to the manor, which he realised he couldn’t see anymore, even if he did peer.

The stag touched his hand with it’s nose and he jerked it back out of habit, but it had felt like a dogs, rough and wet and he almost thought that it was going to crouch down and wag it’s tail like one, but it just tilted it’s head instead. Ryan swore it grinned at him, but then he shook his head and rubbed his eyes and face, wondering if the thing really was real.

If it hadn’t looked at him so placid like, he may have just shot it straight away, but, instead, a comical chase between the two ensued. Dashing here and there so that Ryan could get a bit of noose around it’s neck to guide it back to the manor, at least just for Telfawd to see it and tell him why it’s nose was red, bulbous and glowing. He didn’t know if they would believe his words. And, the more he looked at it, the more he saw something else in it.

And, it wasn’t a monster or anything, so Aran couldn’t say that he was the one that brought the end of the world. That would still be on him.

Anyhow, after another dash and a chase, Ryan stopped and put his hands on his hips, taking a deep breath and looking up towards the sky, he thought about how dark it had got, which meant he’d probably been chasing this deer around for far too long already. It also meant that he might get lost, and then, maybe eaten by a redcap or a shellycoat, both of which he hoped to avoid.

After a few more moments, Ryan sighed, turned and pulled his bow from his back.

The poor thing had no idea what was happening, and Ryan shot it in the head, the arrow sliced through the stag’s skull, almost splitting it in two!

Ryan chucked the dead red nosed stag over his shoulder and took it back to the Lord.

But, by the time, he got back, the red glow was gone and it was just a regular old stag again. No one believed him, but still, they sat around the table with their venison and cheered to his catch!


I don’t know why I always jump to Ryan for these short stories. I wonder sometimes if there’s a reason for that though, like something underlining that perhaps I don’t know about just yet.

I know he has this gentle side to him, but, he’s also willing to do what needs to be done, and, really, is like the anchor to sanity that I think Aran is gonna need as these books go on. He’s definitely one of those characters to watch, unless he suddenly shows up dead if he goes looking for some more red nosed stags with fluffy neck lines.

I know the grammar is a bit all over the place, but I guess that’s what you get when you do one of these flash fictions things, and it’s a good exercise to get to know your own characters a bit too much!

Anyway! Thank you for reading!

And, remember, just keep writing!

Jade x