► HOLIDAY WRITING CONTEST 2010

[taitai]

What is that name on your lips?

Is it from the other side? Don't lie.

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,460,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i53.tinypic.com/a2vuas.png); padding: 5px; text-align: justify; color: #202020;] 'I had always thought Christmas a day to be celebrated with loved ones, to be had with family and because of that very reason. I hate it.... I hate it so much....' Christmas, a day of giving, a day of memories shared between family. Asha never had a true Christmas, she never had a loved one or family member to share it with. Such a sad fact. The bond between Asha's Mother and her was distant, it was one of little interaction and for that she hated them. She hated the world. She hated people... She was lonely, like a doll within a enormous house. Her Mother owned large firm, and therefore she was never home with her on Christmas. Her work was her life, and Asha hated it so much. Her mother never spent time with her. She had always gotten wondrous gifts that many kids only wished for. So many would be placed under that glowing tree of multicolored wonder. So many vividly wrapped presents big, and small. Rectangle and square. Yet every morning when she was a child, she'd awake by herself. She'd walk down those long stairs, alone. She'd wander into the spacious living room, filled with the dim glow of lights, alone. And, she'd look around to find no one. Just the many presents underneath the tree. She'd open them alone... No matter how many she received the hollow pain that rested in her chest would not go away. The tears each morning would not cease to flow. Every morning her sadden wails could be heard throughout the neighborhood, a cry worthy of the finest hymns god. On the floor upon her knees sobbing she'd always think. "Do they really love me?" "Am I an unwanted child?" Asha's hatred for the holiday grew more and more with each passing Christmas, and the more it did, the more her bond with her Mother faded away, the chain of love encroaching slowly..... The present-- A land of silver existed outside the large house, cold and gorgeous. Within a tiny bed a young girl of age seventeen laid quietly, her mind dwelling within a mysterious land called dreams. Not a noise was made, it was as if the house were ruins to a old battle ground where no one dared wandered. Amber light seeped through the window on her right, speckles of it touching her face as her eyes fluttered. The shadowed casted room was obscured to the awaking girl, her sea blue hair draping over her face as she lifted herself up. Dull eyes looked at the outside world with an underlying look of disgust It's Christmas.. She muttered lowly as she sat upright her white tank top shuffling. "Why do I get up each Christmas day? Im alone and that'll never change..." Asha laid back down putting the pillow atop her head. "I don't feel like getting up." Her eyes closed, the world fading to black. Ten minutes passed and she awoke a bolstering scream piercing the air. Her body was encased within a thin layer of sweat and her eyes wide. "Mother...." She hoped out her bed rushing down the steps, her hair lively bouncing behind her. Surprise was within her eyes, under the tree was nothing. Not a single thing. What was going on she thought? Asha rushed back upstairs opening her parents door. There was nothing. Where could they be she wondered? Back into her room she grabbed her cell phone from off the dresser quickly dialing her mothers cell phone. There was no answer. She tried again and than she again, but to no avail could she get anyone to pick up. What was happening? Asha put on some clothes quickly and rushed out the house and into the world filled of snow. The morning sky was pale, an ambient wind wrapping around her body. He parents car wasn't in the garage, so she ran next door rapidly knocking upon their door. Three knocks passed until finally Ms. Crockett answered. "Have you seen my Mother?" Asha spouted out quickly. "My my whats wrong dear? I saw her leave earlier than she usually does for work, but I don't know what she's doing." Without answering back she turned around and walked away somberly. 'She doesn't love me, she went away, away without me.' Asha walked quietly not a sound made. She looked around from the cold as the other families enjoyed each other, they enjoyed the day of giving with the people they loved. Asha hated it, she hated life. Reaching the main bridge of the city she looked out into the setting sun. It was still early and nobody was on the roads. It was just her. She would die here, alone. Climbing onto the ledge she looked down at the rushing river. It wasn't scary, not when there was nothing to live for. Not when one wouldn't be missed. There was nothing holding her back, nothing to keep her from going over the edge. Asha's foot took a subtle step forward, but a echoing voice came from behind her. Her eyes opened wide as tears fell onto her cheeks. Her mother hustled out of her car tears whipping past her face. "What are you doing Asha get down please!?" "Mother!" "Get down please." Why? You've never loved me. Dont try and act as if you know me, don't try an be my mother after all this time. "Asha...." "No! I hate you! I hate people, and I hate the world!" "I know I haven't been a good mother, but I do love you. I wanted to be with you on this Christmas. Thats why I left early, so I could come back to see you. We were going yo go somewhere far away. Just me an you." "What? No I don't be-" "It's true, I love you. Please don't' jump. Please come back to me!" Her mothers tears came heavier as she opened her arms. Asha as a cross road at what to do. She was confused, she was lost. "Please come down!" Her mother pleaded as she took a step forward. "No!" "Asha!!!!" Asha said as she instinctively stepped back, but there was nothing to support her, it was just the river. Slipping she began to fall, her mothers weeping face passing her eyes as she plummeted. 'This is for the better, no? I wonder where I'll go?' Asha's eyes opened one last time, tears welling up in her violet pools. Her mother was falling along with her, arms outstretched, reaching for Asha. "Why?" "Because I love you dear, and at least on this last Christmas we can be together.... " Heavy tears came out as Asha's mother caught her placing her head upon her chest. "Don't worry dear. I'll be with you, so you on't become lonely..." "I love you mother.." "I love you too Asha, I love you so very much..." Their bodies finally crashed into the rivers deaths plunging deeper and deeper into a world of deep blue together. We were swept into the riverbank and my visuals went black, my oxygen snatched from my lungs but even so, she still held me tight, so tight, that I could still feel her warm touch as death's cold, cruel embrace claimed our lives. This was the one time ever that I ever felt like a family with my mother. This was the most precious gift ever given to me by my mother..... Love! I was no longer lonely......

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credits rinne

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[lazaro]

though half of me is gone, the lonesome part is left,

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[/b] they exclaimed, except for one. He only stared eagerly for his point. Laz huffed, peeking at their presents next to the chimney. If he didn’t buy in they’d be unforgiving. Turning in shame, the foster papa exclaimed.

”Fine! Fine!”[/b] With those words the kids scampered upstairs in a flash, leaving Laz with a flask. Gulping liquor, he slipped into his shoes and marched to the door, steadily humming a tune. Until he shouted and whistled and called them by name;”Now Sugar! Now Milk and Molasses!”[/b] Of course they bounded down the stairs, two males and a female. With a turn of the knob, they pranced out the door. Bones shivered under his coat and teeth chattered behind his lips as he crunched through the unbearable snow but a few more feet ahead is where the children stow. Stuffing himself in the car, cheerful faces beamed and he countered with grumbles and humbugs before heating the car with a twist of ignition.

The children pushed and dragged dear Lazaro through stores, hopeful in finding a real tree. Still, Laz didn’t care even as they split in a fit, leaving him to light a cigarette in the center of the mall. Huffing and puffing he sat, waiting. Eyes showered over boring families, but there in the corner was a cute female he’d love to call. She wasn’t too thin nor too tall, her hair was curly or was it wavy? Honestly, he could care less as he flicked his cigarette, smiling her way. As he closed the distance, they instantly chatted, for more than a few minutes. Sadly he was interrupted by the little menaces. The trio scared her off, or at least that’s what he thought, when they stuck their tongues out. Feeling depressed and weak, the kids took the advantage and marched him right off

Soon they were outside surrounded by trees. The kids giggled and wheeled him to the tree desired. Staring to and fro, he grumbled in disgust. Oh, how he hated trees and the mess they brought caused a fuss. But when turning around he found the kids were gone. It was probably for the best cause of the mayhem about to ensue. He took a deep breath, and rammed the targeted tree over the area’s edges, then twisted around to kick and push over a few others delightedly. Rather sooner than later the clerk, with help, tackled the lunatic and pinned him down. Struggling with a dash of cursing, Laz played his role, before being lifted spammed with questions.

”I’m sorry! I just wanted a fuckin’ tree.”[/b] he panted.

A couple of hours passed before he was released, no charges pressed in the least. He nodded, rubbing his swelling cheek, then remembered what occurred and he streak down the street. Fortunately he didn’t make it very far but a car almost ran over his feet. It was his, packed full those kids, grinning from ear to ear and tacked to the roof of the car was that tree. Quickly he jammed himself inside, pushing Sugar out of the driver seat. ”We finally did it!”[/b] shouted all three in unison, except for Milk. Suppose stealing a Christmas tree was easy work, while Laz was smashed into a pulp. ”Congratulation on your first theft.”[/b] he mumbled bitterly and drove off.

Soon as the tree was propped, Molasses drifted into work. She decorating and hummed, occasionally having Sugar help out. Milk assisted by dishing out cocoa with a smile. Laz frowned and placed more of their presents under the pine needles before shifting to bed. He was so upset he cared less for a rhyme.

Christmas morning, he awoke to anxious giggles and prodding. Kids with hair disheveled in every direction. He spoiled their moment, ordering them to freshen up, scrub the crumbs out of their eyes and put clothing on. When he arrived downstairs, they were all ready and tore apart wrapping like little animals. Laz eyes – how they did not twinkle, quite unfazed by the display. He was tired of staring at, Molasses hugging her alcohol, Milk already flipping pages of a book on bombs and Sugar, well; he was outside polishing his new moped.

”Merry Christmas…”[/b] he mumbled, feeling blue. He dragged his carcass into the kitchen and stared the stew.

In the midst of baking sweets, one of the kids hollered his name in need. Eyes narrowed as he stomped into the den area, ready to chew anyone out if they didn’t clean. However, butterflies punched him in the gut before making any remarks. There standing in front of Laz was a female, that wasn’t Molasses. To his surprise it was the same woman from the mall. Cheeks blushed or was it cause of the make up? Either way, Laz smiled, instantly kneeling to huggle the three foster kids, who copied his expression. Here he thought they forgotten about him, all he wished for was one gift after all these years – just a small acknowledgment of all that he has done and they were thankful. A few melodramatics sobs erupted in quick spurts before pulling away, wiping his face on his shirt.

Swiftly, the kids withdrew and away they flew back to the presents and stew. Lazaro decided to guide his new lady friend into the kitchen for chit-chat and such but not before hearing the kids exclaim, “Merry Christmas Lazaro Kline~![/b] Peekng his head around the doorway, a toothy smile beamed brightly. Yet, it faded soon as he took a whiff of the air. To damper his moment, perhaps his day, his sugar cookies burnt worst than toast. He shook his man and combed with his a hand, and parted his lips in his disdain.

”I fuckin’ hate Christmas.”[/b]


words:1000 and something.
notes: I had to make to of these cause the other was far toooo look, so I shorten and freestyled most of it into this here vague Lazaro Christmas or something like that XD. Sugar Milk and Molasses are only nicknames and future characters.
music: No idea. Christmas tunes?
credits: rinne of ote, dredg[/div][/size][/td][/tr][/table]

i cannot find the other half.

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extended to the morning of the 31st! Which roughly translates to any time Pasc wakes up tomorrow and finishes reading entries!

[ERION FREYR]

and when you're feeling all down, the fairy will come around[/size][/font]

“Hey! HEY! Are you Link?!”

Erion was sure that was the one-hundredth time a little kid had asked him that question today. Seriously, how many kids these days played that game? Apparently, way more than there ever should be.

“No, I’m not Link. Go get your picture taken or leave,” he muttered, receiving a dirty look from the small boy’s parent before the child was ushered over to the other side of the fenced off area. Not by choice, Erion had to get a job working at one of those ‘come meet Santa Claus!’ attractions that were usually set up in mall hallways in front of stores very inappropriate for the small children that the attraction catered to.

The worst part about it? He was forced to wear a green elf’s costume. Yes, the tunic and tights and curly shoes and everything. It was safe to say that Erion was definitely not pleased. But, money was money, and he could definitely use that. So, for only a few more days, he’d have to put up with six year olds calling him everyone’s favorite laser-beam shooting sword-bearing Hylian.

As he looked back out at the sea of people milling about the mall, he groaned as he saw two more little kids walking up to him, their faces happy and shining. ’I hate my job…’

“Hey, Robbie, look! It’s Link!”

“No, it’s not! It’s Legolas!”

Well, that was a new one. Regardless, he ushered them through to meet ‘Santa,’ sighing in exasperation. Today was entirely too long, and he was just about ready to scream when he felt someone tugging on his sleeve from behind. When he whipped around, however, he was face to face with someone he hadn’t expected to see.

“Galene?” he asked, though she stood right in front of him, smiling that sweet, oblivious smile she always wore. “What’re you doing here?”

“Just visiting you~!” she replied, still grinning like an idiot. “Besides, your shift is almost done, isn’t it?” Looking up at a nearby clock, Erion thanked whatever god might be up there for his good fortune. “Good…I was about to go crazy from these stupid kids calling me Link.”

This caused Galene to grin even wider, realization spreading across her face, and Erion instantly regretted making the comment. “Oh my gosh, you DO look like Link! Just like him!”

“Please…I’ve heard it all day—”

“Hey! That kind of makes me your Zelda, doesn’t it?” she interrupted him with the same exact expression the excited children had when they ran up and promptly informed their parents they saw the Link, let alone Santa Claus.

At this, Erion rolled his eyes, a slight smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “My Zelda? More like my Navi…”

The comment earned him a playful smack on the arm, but it still made Galene laugh. Though she was always happy, making her smile was something Erion loved to do, even if his personality didn’t always show it. He also loved that she could turn around his bad mood no matter what, which is something that definitely came in handy. He’d want his Christmas spent with her happy, anyways.

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