Christmas Closet

               It's literally impossible to live at the North Pole. He's seen reindeer hunted and killed. They don't fly away in escape. If Santa knew which children where naughty or nice, he should be arrested for peeping.

               However, there is one legend of the Christmas Saint that is true. All letters addressed "To: Santa" went to him, Ni'cko Hill of Wainwright. Alaska. He lived in a hand-built cabin on the outskirts of one of the Northernmost villages. Population: 500. It may not be the North Pole, but everyone got their Christmas Wishes read from here. In his mind, he thought of himself as a real life Santa.

A Festivus Miracle

This is the time of the holiday year when you should be, in fact, the most grateful for your family and even more thankful for their presence. However for Simon Furter, he hated his family. We hate to be that blunt to the audience, yet we love it. Simon’s family (what’s left of it) are a melodramatic, quick-tempered, eccentric group of people. He has been away for two years, and has just decided to return home after much continuous nagging from his mother.

Blind Rage

      I never thought the day I died would be so happy, so bright. Death’s cold, comforting embrace kept pulling me closer, yet, something else kept drawing me back, back into the world of lies and deceit. It all started in Burnsburry, England in 1495….
      I was, mostly, an average boy. I did chores, and I even had a job to support myself. The only things separating me from the others my age, was that I was an orphan, and that I could see things the others couldn’t.

Against Submission

          Zacchaeus never knew he would amount to anything. He always thought he would just live his life peacefully, if you could call his life peaceful. Zacchaeus was a slave for the Roman Empire, and every day he faced a chance of death. He lived in the time of Diocletian, during the reforms of Rome. One day he received a message from Diocletian.

         Zacchaeus was just waking up when he heard his master call, “Get up slave! There’s a message for you!” Groggily, he stumbled onto his feet from the cold, hard floor. “If you don’t hurry up, I’ll make you regret ever being born!”

This is not Shakespeare

Once there was a young sturdy man named Brian. He lived in Rome, and was always up to shenanigans. One full of death and dry day, Brian decided to have a new plan for life. He decided to travel to Egypt and search the valley of the kings, palaces, and marketplaces for artifacts of remarkable significance. What he forgot to tell his friends was that, in fact, he planned on stealing these historical objects; and, especially the ones from the royalty.

A month or so later, Brian finally made it to Alexandria, Egypt. Confused and very much excited over what treasure laid ahead, He bought a lazy camel from a merchant. As a joke, he named it Maximus. Maximus was his best friend in Rome, he will greet us later within the story. Brian soon darted his way through the maze of a city Alexandria, and was well on his way to Cleopatra’s royal palace.