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The epic story of snowy disaster and a Christmas special for kids. About the snowman that turned against his team.

Can Santa make sure everyone still has a very merry Christmas?

NOTES: The story was written for the contest "THE 5 THINGS I LOVE ABOUT YOU",
announced by Down Hanna's Ally and The Writers' Game


Christmas was here, the first holiday they would share with friends and family in their new home.
The Christmas atmosphere could be felt everywhere: the streets of the center were lit with a thousand lights, the windows of the themed shops, the stalls and markets sold more and more original Christmas items and walking through those streets warmed the hearts of young and old.
Christmas at the Hudson-Berry house was a reason to get the whole bunch together, to sing wonderful songs and get carried away by the magic of the period.
 What was there to expect from Rachel if not that she would show off her beautiful voice of hers?
She always found a reason to sing: she was born to shine and when you're in New York, it all takes on a different, almost dreamlike meaning.
Finn and Rachel had been working on Christmas-proofing their home for a week, so that night, after the final details, they collapsed in bed exhausted.
Everything had to be perfect to welcome their family who would certainly not be represented only by their parents but, the invitation had also been extended to the old and new Departments.
Family is the friends he chooses to have and time had given them the opportunity to grow attached and strengthen that bond that the Glee Club had created.
That morning Finn and Rachel were still in bed, each enjoying the company of the other, before they were attacked by the guests.
That was their time,
their first Christmas together.
Finn leaning on one elbow was admiring the beauty of his newly awakened wife, who exuded sweetness and purity.
He liked to watch her sleep, especially when her cheeks turn rosy or when in a dream, unknowingly, she pronounces her name: it was absolutely her favorite moment of hers.
A simple gesture that contained all the love she felt and that he, in turn, could not fail to reciprocate.
Every day for Finn getting up next to her was a miracle in itself, not everyone is lucky enough to have a special person with whom to share life in the present and in the years to come, until they grow old together.
Slowly he approached her face and with her hand touched her delicately, trying not to wake her: this was not difficult because she slept like a log with the face of an angel.
Rachel had never thought she would have a more perfect life than her, even though it was her beautiful husband who made it so. Finn was all she asked for: he completed her by making her happy, as she herself, often times, confided to him.
He had made her a star, not only in her career, always encouraging her but, above all, in her life, turning on that light that she kept hidden inside and that only he was able to discover.
The love they felt was indescribable,
it was not clear where the one began
and the other ended.
"Were you watching me sleep?" Rachel asked stupidly, her voice still sleepy.
"No. Maybe she said, smiling Finn, giving her a little kiss on her lips like every morning.
"And what was this for?" she asked surprised, already knowing the answer.
«Because I love you» in fact he replied, making her smile for that intimate and tender moment at the same time that he had been giving her for years now.
"You are my star, my reason for living," Rachel said blushing, moving closer and hugging him.
«I fell in love with you: for your beautiful voice, for your rosy cheeks when you say tender phrases just like now, for how you make me feel, why you color my life and why you make my days perfect. I love you because it's just you! " looking romantically into her eyes, Finn confided, making her blush even more.
«Happy first Christmas. I love you, "she whispered on her lips.
«Happy first Christmas. I love you baby "
Those words echoed in the air full of so much love and silent promises for the years to come, surrounded by that Christmas atmosphere that made everything more special and magical.





 Author's space:
Hi gleeks, here I am again;)
This time I came with a Christmas story, even if short you understand how much they both love each other, it was sweet and tender to write these moments between them.
We saw a lot of episodes in Christmas Glee, but they weren't just focused on the characters and I did it with them instead. <3
For this story there are so many people to thank: I want and I have to thank first of all my cousin Vivana for being the first to read it and give me the advice the story needed, then I thank my sister for giving me so many ideas, without she the story would not have been born because ... well, just talking about something else gives me crazy ideas that I then can not help but put on paper. Finally, my thanks will go to you who hope you take some time to read it and if you want to let me know what you think, I care because Finchels are my OTP. <3

"Love is choosing someone and confirming one's choice every day."
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Collection of OS Finchel
1) A perfect day
- Finn -
- Rachel-
2) Together forever
3) A wonderful Christmas
4) Baby on board
- An unexpected surprise
- Welcome to the world ...
NOTES: The story was written for the contest "THE 5 THINGS I LOVE ABOUT YOU", organized by Down Hanna's Ally and The Writers' Game



As the long summer days linger in our memories, nature rests her rainbow palette. In their place she brings out the colours of beach and woodland, soothing us into a quiet reflection. We walk through pictures shown so beautifully by the winter sun; each as bathed in love as the one before. Be it the blue of sea or sky, or every shade of brown from almost white to almost black, it brings a peaceful harmony. Yet in this choir of colours, mother nature keeps by a little green, a little red, for the holly tree, the evergreens and robins. And after this rest, this deep breath of cool fresh air, we are ready for the sweet mischief of spring.

Under a dove grey sky the colours of world don Jake's winter coats, each hue darker and richer than before as he looked on the path which sparkles and crunches, like sugar underfoot, and the coolness brings him right into the now, into the moment of life. Though the flowers sleep and the trees show their lofty arms once more, a smile plays upon these cold pink lips of his. For as much as he loved the summertime, he love the winter more. For every perfume of the meadow, there is the earthy loam of the newly-lit forest floor.

Breath pale against the numbing air, he blinked thoughtfully as the frost patiently kissed his face, captivated by the soft, dusty illusions of light that sat heavy on his eyelashes. He adored the snow, he always adored the snow, moreso when it was falling.

"This party rocks" Someone shouted from the house which he sat in front of. The music was so loud that it made his skin tingle and his lungs feel like mush. The bass thumped in time with his heart beat as though they were one, filling him from head to toe with music. He always loved this song. It was his favorite.

Over the roar of music, he still did not feel like going in and dancing his heart out like he always loved to do. Somehow he felt different. The song that was playing got louder, trying to pull him in with it's beats and lyrics, but still he felt too stiff to give in. 

It was a house party thrown by the Head boy of Free land high, one of the best schools known in Arizona. The party was planned for the main purpose of celebrating the end of the recent exams. The party did not really seem like a normal school party but it was in fact, the opposite. It was more like the bad stuffs people do in a bar. So if you have any idea of what it looked and maybe felt like, then you would know that what exactly they were doing in that party would be enough to make an angel faint.

Jake sat in front of the house where the party was being held. He still did not want to party that night, although he came here to 'have fun'.

Normally he loved going to parties, getting the chance to while away time and f*ck any ass he lays his hands on. He never had problems with that because that was his life and yeah he had food looks. So he won't deny the fact that girls drool over him.

But tonight was different. He did not know why but somehow he felt so different.

He pulled out a cigarette from his pockets and lit it, taking in the smoke and exhaling it from both his nose and mouth. He closed his eyes as he tried remembering the stories his mother always loved telling him when it was the Christmas season. A tear fell as he remembered his mother.

They say sadness is behind anger, yet anger never comes unless in direct self defence, and so perhaps he could credit this natural passivity with his willingness to cry and feel pain, to let the sorrow teach him more about his true nature and how fragile we humans are. 

He was not always like this, he never was. He was not the type that always goes to parties, waste his time and life. But this was all the death of his mother had done to him, she had left with his happiness and love for Christmas. And now all he felt for Christmas was hate because it was this seasons that had brought in the jaws of death on his mother and had taken her away from him. It was this season that had denied him the joy of having a mother.

Cleaning the tears that were falling down his cheeks, he looked up to the darkened sky, remembering the days when he once had love for Christmas.

The days when his mother will sit with him on his little bed telling him stories on Christmas as those were the only memories he had of her.

And he treasured them with all he had.


Eleven years ago


"Mama, please tell me a Christmas story" Little Jake pleaded as he climbed on his mother's lap.

"You always want me to tell you a story baby. Ain't you scared that one day I will run out of stories to tell?" His mother said as she tickled him, laughing as he was being tickled.

"I will not kind Mama, I will just have to keep listening to them again and again" He said as he hugged his mother.

"Alright my dear. I will tell you a story. This story is one of my favorites and maybe it will be yours too. Now listen and listen very clearly. Will you do that for your mother?"

"Yes mother" He said as he clapped his hands, looking at his mother's face as she cleared her throat.

"It was a beautiful December day" She began, "with clear blue sky and snow-covered treetops. Christmas was in the air but up in Santa's lodge, all was quiet. The usual hustle and bustle of preparing Christmas presents had gone for Santa had fallen ill. "Oh dear, what will the children say when they don't receive presents this year," Santa wondered sadly as he lay on his bed. 

Suddenly, he heard a noise from outside. He looked out of his window and saw his four reindeer standing patiently as usual. But they seemed quite out of breath as if they had just finished a long trip. And as Santa took a closer look, he could not believe what he saw. For behind the reindeer was a long train of sleds carrying little children dressed in all sorts of colors.

One by one, they hopped out onto the snow and headed towards Santa's lodge. Soon came a knock on the door. "Come in," Santa called out as he was extremely curious. In came a little girl, hugging something soft in her arms. "I heard that you were sick Mr. Santa," she began. "So, I'm giving you my teddy bear to keep you company." "Thank you little Emma," said Santa as he knew every child by name.

Then entered a young boy with a red package in his arms. "We knew that you were ill, Papa Santa," he said. "So my family knitted this quilt for you to keep you warm in the winter days." "What a wonderful thought Paul," beamed Santa patting him on the head.  

And on by one, the children came in through Santa's door, each with a special gift to wish Santa well. There were cookies, pies, socks, mittens, books, jigsaw puzzles, and even a small Christmas tree! "Christmas delivered to my doorstep!" exclaimed Santa. "Come, let us all share these wonderful gifts." And he gathered the children around him in a big circle.

"Santa, which present did you like the most?" Emma soon piped up. "My dear little ones, it is the love and kindness that each one of you has shown me today. That is the best present of all!" Santa said smiling. He looked fondly at all the eager faces around him. "This, my little ones is the true meaning of Christmas," Santa said.

And with that, Santa gave each of the children a big, warm holiday hug. 

The End" She said as she smiled at her son whom still looked at her, expecting her to continue with the story.

"But Mama this story does not really interest me this night. I have heard alot of stories about Santa. Please tell me something different?"

"Fine! I will. But promise me that after this it will be over?"

"If I like it Mama" he responded.

" Ok then, I will call this story THE LITTLEST ELF"

"Oliver was an elf. He lived with his family in the North Pole. There were many elves in the Santa's village, but Oliver was the littlest one. It was Christmas time and Oliver was excited. This year, he would discover his special job at one of Santa's workshops. He just needed to visit each shop to see which one was the right fit.

At the toy workshop where his mom worked, Oliver tried to make cuddly teddy bears. But he got lost in the huge stuffing piles! "Oliver?" an elf asked. Oliver's mom said, "I think you are too little for the toy workshop. Why don't you try helping your dad at the bicycle workshop instead?

So, Oliver went to Santa's bicycle workshop. "I'm ready to help," he said. Oliver watched as the elves added wheels and seats and handlebars and bells. But the tools were very big for Oliver's little hands. "Maybe bakery is your special job," his father told him. "You should visit your brother at the bakery next!"

Off Oliver went to the bakery. These elves made sugarplum cookies and candy cane squares! But when Oliver tried to stir the cookie dough, he fell into the giant mixing bowl. "Oliver, look out!" one of the elves shouted. "Sorry, Ollie!" his brother said. "You're too little for the bakery. Maybe your special job is at the bookmaker's shop."

Oliver arrived at the last of the Santa's workshops where his sister worked. The bookmakers there wrote the amazing stories and drew wonderful pictures. "Can I help?" Oliver asked. "Of course!" the elves replied. But the inkpot was too deep and the stack of papers was very tall. "Oh Ollie," his sister cried. Bookmaking was harder and messier than it looked.

Oliver wandered through the North Pole. He was sad. Oliver knew there had to be one special job he could do even if he was little. Then he heard a sound of hooves clattering at the stables. Inside, a herd of reindeer had gathered to meet Dot, the new reindeer. She was little just like Oliver.

Dot was very excited to help flying Santa's sleigh. She practiced for the big night by jumping and hopping and leaping, but she could not fly. The reindeer's mama gave her a gentle kiss. Dot was still too little. Dot was very sad. Oliver wanted to cheer her up. He dug in his pockets to find a treat for Dot, but instead he found little trinkets from each workshop he had visited. Just then, he had an idea!

Oliver and Dot used the tiny trinket to make the ornaments, cards and fun decorations for all the hardworking elves in the village. The littlest elf and the littlest reindeer filled the sleigh with their Christmas treats. They delivered the presents to all the workshops. The elves loved their special gifts.

Soon, Santa came to see what all the fuss was about! He watched as Oliver and Dot made everyone smile. Suddenly, Santa had an idea. "Oliver and Dot, with your big hearts and great Christmas cheer, won't you be my very important helpers this year?" asked Santa. Oliver and Dot had found their special jobs after all! But more important, they had each found a special friend!

The End"

She ended as she looked at her son again but still, there was no sign of him going to sleep nor did he seem satisfied with the stories she had told him.

"Mother, I want to hear something different, a story that relates to Christmas. A story that will seem so real and one I will never forget. I do not want to hear of Santa anymore" You said as he folded his arms.

His mother looked at him and sighed.

"Do you believe in magic?" She asked him, causing the little Chile to look up at her in utter surprise.

" I do not Mama, my friends say it is lame" He replied as he looked away.

" The Christmas Spirit does not entail you believing what your friends believe but it entails believing what you think is right. I never will force you to believe what you don't want to believe but I will tell you a story of a far away land. A land you never thought will ever exist.

" A land where magic runs and where snow falls unceasingly. I will tell you how the winter season originated and why this land is so special. It is left for you to believe what you hear because I can never force you to believe what you do not want to believe. 

"I will tell you about Marixona, the birthplace of winter"


Jake Norman, a free life teenager is a very handsome guy who always attracts girls wherever he is or goes even if it is in school or outside school.

He goes to parties and does whatever he likes, not even minding his own future. 

When he comes back from a party and suddenly found a very beautiful girl lying close to the city's christmas tree being that it was the season of Christmas.

He was so struck by her beauty that he carried her to his home and took care of her till she had nursed back to health. She disappeared as soon as she awakes and Jake thought she had run away.

But each night she visits, keeping him company every night and never leaving his side till it is morning. He suddenly falls in love with her without knowing and his life to him seems a lot beautiful with her.

But on the night before Christmas she never came but instead, a floating box comes to his room. He opens it and this brings him to another world.

And there he learns the truth about her, who she was and why she felt so mysterious to him, but she needed to be saved from her uncle who imprisoned her. Will he save her? Will he change his mind of saving her after learning the truth about her?

Will he leave her to die?

Will he ever see her again?

{[Weaboo Dragoon logged in]
Okay. . .
So this is going to happen for now. The title will have to change. I mean don't get me wrong I like the title, but. . . it could get more original. The story will have new elements that will be revolving around Christianity (mostly the angels, demons, devils, and God). 
The fan-fiction will start in the Harry Potter Universe with other Universe's joining. This story will also have multiverse travel in it. I mean, what's the fun if you don't get fate and screw the story and let the Mc drown in despair because of his own Edginess.
The update shall commence on Christmas. The story will have a Christmas theme when our Mc is reincarnated and gets his memories back.
This shall be my Christmas present to everyone.  
Bye
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He was just a teenager when he walked down this path unknowingly. He was nothing more than a fool for denying fate. Yet, and yet his entire being denied it, he refused to accept this reality, and so he fought, and he endured, and then he waited. 
He waited and hoped. Hoped for a way out, hoped for a better tomorrow, and hoped. . . 

"Wait and Hope" - Edmond Dante's

So, let me keep this short. 

First of all thank you for Reading my story until the latest chapter, unfortunately we will be reaching the last Chapters of the Volume 1, all thanks to you guys, for reading and staying tuned in my book. I really helped me continue to work on my story. I guess without you guys, I can't keep this up. I'll be continuing the story on late January I guess. 

But, it will inspire me more if you could vote and rate the story of mine, your vote and rating will help this get known not only to you, but to the new readers as well, this could be a great help you know 😉. 

Add to the fact that Christmas is coming soon, I would like to greet you an advance Merry Christmas and a Happy new year to you all, wherever you all guys are. I will give a bonus Winter Chapter at the day of Christmas and finish the volume as well! 

Well, that is all I can say for today is thank you again fof reading to this point,  and I would really appreciate it if you could vote and Rate the story!

Have a Wonderful Day!

!!Mild Violence, and Gore Warning!!

His name is Alexandre Baltazar, the King of Reapers. He died during the War Thirty Two years ago, or did he? 

Since Alexandre died, he couldn't protect his Wife, who just gave birth to a baby girl named Azuria. He came back to life when he was too late. His wife died because of Demons, which includes Sebastian. Luckily, Azuria survived and was hid. Since that day King Reaper Alexandre became Cold-Hearted, and still seeks revenge. Until he saw a letter from his beloved wife about him following the Queen, and found Sebastian again.

(On Chapter 1)

"Hello Sebastian." Alexandre lend a hand, Sebastian did too, suddenly, Alexandre's hand tightened Sebastian's, his hand looked like it will break into pieces. "Nice to see you again." He began to look at him seriously, his eyes shined Red.

"Nice to see you too." Sebastian is still enduring the pain Alexandre is giving. He just faked a smile, he needs to hide his fear, or what kind of a butler would he be?

VOLUME ONE: Coming Home to Christmas Cove
"Would you like to see your ring again, Mrs. Spencer?" Jocelyn Taylor asked the silver-haired woman. When Mrs. Spencer brought the ring into the jewelry boutique the week before, the staff had dubbed it The Christmas Ring because of the story behind it. 
The elder woman nodded, a smile donning her lips. "Yes, if you're sure it's not too much trouble."
Jocelyn smiled. Mr. and Mrs. Spencer used to own the jewelry store, but sold it a few years back. Now, they couldn't seem to stay away. They had been coming into the jewelry store ever since Jocelyn started working there when she graduated from college. Although she had majored in Business Administration, Jocelyn couldn't find a suitable job in the town. Since Roxanne, the new owner, hired her, Jocelyn had worked her way up to manager and helped to turn the store around. Jocelyn had taught Roxanne about business management, and Roxanne, in turn, had taught her the jewelry business. Together, they made a good team in the town where Christmas lived three hundred sixty-five days a year--Christmas Cove, Washington.
"Please, tell us the story again." Kiki, a salesperson and Jocelyn's best friend, leaned onto her elbows on the glass counter, settling in. If Roxanne had been there, she would have thrown a fit.
Mrs. Spencer waved her hand dismissively. "Oh, you don't want to hear that old story again, do you? I've told it to you a hundred times."
"Please?" Kiki batted her big, blue eyes and pooched out her lip. Her expression was so comical that Jocelyn had to laugh.
"Well-." Mrs. Spencer folded her hands primly at the edge of the counter. "Long ago, my father bought this ring for my mother while he was stationed in France during WWII. While he was away, he had missed my mother so badly that he swore that he'd propose to her the moment he saw her again."
"And what did she say?" Kiki's eyes were wide, her auburn hair falling over her arms. "Did she say yes?"
Jocelyn gently nudged her shoulder with hers. They had both heard the story many times before, but Jocelyn enjoyed hearing it just as much each time.
"Well, not at first." Mrs. Spencer's eyes danced with excitement. "Although she knew my father before he left, she didn't know him well enough to say yes. So, he asked her out on a date. He had proposed to her for the first time a week before Christmas right here in this town and she turned him down." She leaned in for effect. "But, by the end of the week on Christmas Eve, he proposed to her right there again-." She pointed through the large, plate-glass windows to the gazebo in the town square.
"And she said yes." Kiki's eyes widened as she straightened her posture. 
"And she said yes," Mrs. Spencer repeated, as if Kiki hadn't said a thing. 
Kiki sighed dreamily. "It's the most romantic story I've ever heard."
"Here at the boutique, we call it The Christmas Ring, you know," Jocelyn interjected, pulling the sparkling ring out from inside the case. The ring was simple, but gorgeous. Out of all the rings that had come through the Christmas Cove Jewelry Store, it was, by far, the most beautiful.
Mrs. Spencer's eyebrows rose in surprise. "Really?" She smiled, quickly recovering herself. "Well, it's very fitting, isn't it?"
Kiki sighed, a hopeless romantic. "Someday, my future husband will propose to me on Christmas Eve, too."
"Oh, really," Jocelyn stated in disbelief.
"Are you dating someone, dear?" Mrs. Spencer was a romantic, too. Jocelyn guessed that they all were.
Kiki smiled proudly. "No, ma'am. I'm not even dating anyone." She shrugged. "I guess I just haven't met the right man yet."
Mrs. Spencer gave her hand a gentle pat. "There, there. Give it time. When you meet the right man, you'll know it." Her voice was filled with pity, as if being single was an affliction.
"But how do you know?" Kiki asked like a small child as she folded her arms at the edge of the counter.
"Well-" Mrs. Spencer's eyes lit up, clearly enjoying herself. "You get a fluttering in your stomach and your heart beats ridiculously fast at just the mere mention of him. So much so that you think it'll burst-."
"Really?" Kiki was leaning against the counter again, her eyes wide.
Mrs. Spencer nodded. "But how you really know is when you can't live one more day without him in your life."
Jocelyn stopped cleaning and leaned against the counter, caught up in the older woman's romanticism. "How many years have you been married, Mrs. Spencer?"
She sighed. "Too many to count, I'm afraid."
"We've been married for forty-eight years this Valentine's Day." Mr. Spencer walked in at the tail end of the conversation. Then he reached over and took her hand in his. "She was twenty-three, and was so beautiful she took my breath away." He raised her withered hand to his lips and kissed it, never taking his eyes from hers. "And she still is."
"Oh, you ol' smoothie." Mrs. Spencer blushed as everyone laughed.
"No, I'm truthful," Mr. Spencer corrected, and then turned his attention to Jocelyn and Kiki. "She's the most beautiful woman I ever saw." Then he looked into her eyes and smiled.
That was what Jocelyn wanted one day. A love to last the ages, a lifetime love, but she feared that it just wasn't meant to be.
"Well, now-." Mrs. Spencer patted her husband's hand and then looked up at Jocelyn. "I think we've taken up enough of these young people's time."
Jocelyn walked around the counter, tucked the woman's hand into her arm, and walked her toward the door. "Never. You come in any time you like. It's always a pleasure to see you." At the risk of shooting herself in the foot, she had to ask, "But are you absolutely certain you want to sell the ring? I mean, it's been in your family a very long time."
The elder woman nodded. "Yes, I am. We never had children and I want it to go to someone who will cherish it the way I have. It'll bring good luck to a deserving couple, I'm sure.
Jocelyn could only wish for such a love, but love like that was only found in fairy tales.




Theresa Oliver is an author of clean contemporary romance, clean historical romance, young adult, middle grades, and children's picture books. Theresa is the author of the Christmas Cove series, the Whiskey River Brides series with Hot Tree Publishing, and much more. She lives in Florida with her husband, children, a persnickety cat, and a very bossy dog.

In the depths of winter, Christmas calls to weary travelers and leads lonely hearts home.

Jocelyn Taylor is no stranger to a weary heart. Having fallen in love much too young with her sister’s old high school boyfriend has left her with mixed emotions about the possibility of true love. Now successful and the manager of a jewelry shop, Jocelyn spends her days dreaming of the perfect man and the perfect ring to match.

Caden Scott is less than thrilled at the thought of spending the holidays back home where memories of his youth still haunt him. Not interested in the kitschy hometown feel of a town known for Christmas, Caden still dwells on the thought of seeing his old high school love again. His time abroad serving his country has changed him in many ways, but could it have altered his heart as well?

As the winds of change bring more than just the magic of the holiday season, can two hearts let go of the past to find new romance? Or will true love pass them by? In the small town of Christmas Cove, the reason for the season may just be the spark they need to make this the best Christmas yet.


Last night I was talking to one of the workers at group home that I stay in Until both my mom and myself cannot sell straightened out and into her apartment. Anyway she said that My writing has made it to the newspaper for Christmas contests that I did and completely forgot about. The story was called Christmas Dippers a childhood memory. It was about my father and I walking around the neighbourhood looking at fancy Christmas lights and some people tend to do to their houses. It was a fun memory and then I'll probably won't go to the field at the end of my street after the walk and go stargazing a night actually see the big dipper hang low in the sky and we would look at the different constellations. Then the next morning was Christmas I think and I saw that they got me a planet mobile was a different planet and I learned about The Jupiter.  Well anyway the story of my memory made it to my the lanark highlands paper according to one of the workers she sent me a picture I can't send you the picture because this is a writing app but anyway it was the picture of my memory article about the Christmas lights and stargazing. It was a very good night last night except for the dream I had was kind of offputting and weird but I guess that's some thing when you find out that you did something out of the ordinary that's your Squirrley brain's way of saying job well done without having to get a nightmare or a good dream it was a semi-good dream.  But I just decided to tell Nana I wanna contest and I look on the paper for a Christmas memory that I did that sound good or a ride or I can be at times. I want is for us to show my mother the actual picture of the article/story of the memory I had and she was very proud of me and I was very proud of myself I wish I could reward myself with a vynil record or beanie boo.  As you can tell by this particular Wattpad that I have that I use poetry and micro fiction fiction I really do fiction but this was a contest anyway.   But this is the only time around this month Wattpad that my writing has been noted as good on my old Wattpad account was also one talent scout it and was told to direct my talents to webnovel which I also have now I have many books are now on Webnovel and people pounce on them as if they're candy. Because of that one talent scout before I found out about the lockdown and the contest i won during lockdown.  As you can tell I use my Writing Weatherby poetry or journalling or dream journalling to help with my PTSD I might Delvin the micro factions if they're good enough for me.

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