This draft of the story is well into the second act. I’m adding more world building to what’s written as my mind minions keep adding details about future events. My outline covers the entire story, but those pesky mind minions keep adding to it. Moreover, I discover details as I write necessitating going back to set up the needed context to support them. This story is challenging, but I feel good about it.
I invented a transdimensional door. I opened it. A red and green and silver and gold Christmas dragon wearing a Santa hat fell through. He was angry because taking him from his Earth was ruining Christmas.
His Santa Ring’s distress signal summoned more Santas from the Santa-Verse, Santas of every type and species. Chaos ensued. I was sure I would be crushed.
Our Santa brought order by returning the others to their Earths.
He told me to stop making transdimensional doors.
I think, instead of a door, I’ll make a window.
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Audio Version of The Santa-Verse
I have a tradition of writing a 100-word Christmas story for the Advent Ghosts Flash Fiction Challenge run by Loren Eaton of the I Saw Lightning Fall blog.
“The mother dragon gave me the responsibility to protect and care for the dragon egg. That responsibility is now to protect and care for the baby dragon.” — Hope in “Hope and the Last Dragon”
Every paragraph, every sentence, every word of this story has been a struggle, but as Hope says, “I can do this.”
We all have incorrect knowledge in our heads. Be comfortable with replacing that incorrect knowledge with better knowledge when learning opportunities arise.
There are people I admire and want to be just like. Their sex, gender, race, creed, heritage, national origins, or any other classification are superfluous and irrelevant. What I’m talking about when I say I want to be just like them is based on their character.
When my long-time web hosting provider closed, I lost my 13-year-old blog. I could have brought that blog to my new home, but I decided to start a new blog instead.
