the ugly writers

A Christmas Bout

Before I could get to the stairs Santa appeared in front of the fire place. He dropped his bag, it hit the floor with a soft thud, almost inaudible. A soft groan escaped his lips as he placed the palm of his hands on his lower back and stretched. He looked exhausted.

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Where Have You Been MOM?

As I am writing this, tears are falling and all I have is just a stick of a cigarette and a cup of coffee while listening to my favorite song ‘Buses and Trains’ by Bachelor Girl because damn, I feel every part of the lyrics and those are exactly the words I’d love to tell you when we meet again.