A Christmas Carol 2013, part five

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Tiny Tim

….so besides Marley, you ghosts are different ones every time?” asked Scrooge.

Yes,” the final spirit confirmed. “Marley hires odd jobbers and the like. Just to get up in the real world again for a bit is a treat for the dead.”

Oh, certainly. Imagine it would be,” said Scrooge.

The pair had talked the rest of the night and Scrooge had learned some tantalizing details. He thought he’d put everything together.

I think I’ve put everything together. I’m a little ashamed of my ancestors,” Scrooge muttered. “I know we try to expect the best of people, but that’s no excuse for being dumb shits. This should have been figured out long ago. Oh, well. I think we can fix this mess forever.”

“What can I do?” the ghost asked.

Just get Marley to that house,” Scrooge said.

• • •

Back in the present, a knock came on the Burnsides’ door.

Who on earth could that be, Christmas morning?” Mr. Burnsides wondered.

The kids and Mrs. Burnsides looked up from their dismal fire. The father tucked the thin blanket round little Timothy’s withered legs and went to the door.

Ebenezer Scrooge charged in. Trailing him was a large catering crew from the best local restaurant, who immediately went to work loading feastly goodies on the table. Scrooge himself tucked a fat wad of bills into the confused Mr. Burnside’s  hand.

Get some nice stuff for the kids and the wife,” Scrooge said.

Before he could say anything else, in came the three visiting ghosts of the night before. Between them was the very discombobulated spectre of Jacob Marley.

So, Marley. You made a pact to torment every generation of Scrooges,” charged the current Scrooge. “This always seemed a little shaky of a premise to me. What do you get out of this? Some posh treatment in the afterlife, I imagine. Tell us the whole story.”

Marley’s ghost obviously wanted to deny the accusation, but it only took one look into Scrooge’s determined eyes to see that a denial would be fruitless.

I’ll tell,” Marley confessed. “When I was six years dead, I was summoned by dark magic. A prince of hell, masquerading as a mortal. He said he had an ingenious idea to get back at a very bad man. My old partner. Well, the first Scrooge was a miser and a misanthrope, so I was happy to oblige. But it didn’t end with him. This devil made me keep on doing the same scare bit with every generation of Scrooges. Inadvertently, he turned an entire family onto a path of good deeds because of his scheming. He got off on it the first time, you see, and he didn’t want to stop. Didn’t even care that he was sort of doing a good thing.”

” ‘Good’ is a relative term,” said Scrooge sarcastically. “So he does it because he gets his jollies from this game.”

“Indeed he does. And as you can see, he pops back in to life himself every time in order to witness the haunting first hand. He’s in this very room right now.”

“That’s all I need to know, Marley. Thanks,” Scrooge said. He whirled to the family grouped near the fireplace. “You nearly fooled even me, my friend, when I laid eyes on you. My heart broke with sympathy so much, that at first I was completely suckered. I thought for a second that I was the worst goddamn person in the world even though I’d done nothing to you. But now, the game is up!”

“What’s he mean?” Mr. Burnsides wondered.

“I’m sorry about this,” Scrooge said sympathetically to the father. “But you’ll be better for it in the end.”

Timothy suddenly leapt up from his patched chair and tried to make a run for it, but the spirits grabbed him easily and pinned him to the ground.

What are you going to do?” Timothy spat defiantly. “I’m a prince of hell!”

But you’ve been found out, my boy!” Scrooge said happily. “That places you in my power.”

Scrooge nodded at Marley’s ghost. Marley sighed and nodded back. Then, he raised his arms dramatically.

Timothy Burnsides,” the spectre boomed. “Tonight, and through-out eternity, you will be visited by—”

Ah, fuck me!” cried Tiny Tim.

Happy Holidays

{Well, that’s it. Thanks once more to Blogdramedy for running this challenge. The last chapter ran way over the word count, please forgive me. There was a lot to wrap up for such a short tale!}

The fifth part of the writing challenge BlogFestivus 2013–A Christmas Carol!

Here are the participants:

Amy penning at Fix it or Deal
Tom over at Shouts from the Abyss
Steve from Stevil
Maria-Christina blogging at MCWhispers
Dylan of Treatment of Visions (c’est moi!)
Sarah from Parent Your Business
Dawn blogging at Lingering  Visions
K8edid from k8edid
Dave bringing it at 1pointperspective
Eileen from Not The Sword But The Pen
Lindsey at RewindRevise
Kandy of Kandy Talk
Sandra writing at In Love With Words
Natalie from So I Went Undercover
Jen at Blog It or Lose It
Amelie from In the Barberry
Cee Cee blogging at Cee Cee’s Blog
Ashley from LittleWonder2
BD writing Blogdramedy

A Christmas Carol 2013, part four

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The Ghost of Christmas Future

The grim, hooded ghost of Christmas Future pointed a skeletal finger down the grey hill. Scrooge snorted laughter.

Yeah, and here’s the bit where I spy my own grave and break down! I got a newflash for you, my spooky friend. Everyone dies. Let’s go have a look then.”

At the base of the hill was the Scrooge family plot. They were all here, from the first Scrooge to the current’s own Mum and Dad. (In his own time, they were not yet passed on.) He looked around fondly for a moment, then spotted the newest headstone. With a moment’s trepidation, he walked over and spent a time gazing over it.

Well!” Scrooge finally said. “I get another forty-three years! Not bad….We Scrooges were always a long-lived happy bunch!”

The gloomy spectre seemed to glare at Scrooge a minute. Then, it hovered over and peered through its hood’s darkness at the gravestone.

I don’t understand,” it finally said.

Ha! I thought you couldn’t talk!”

The dark spirit flung back its hood and looked at Scrooge with baffled eyes.

The engraving here says you were a community benefactor and a loving family man.” The ghost gazed around the site. “These flowers and gifts on your grave are recent. And the site is lovingly maintained.”

“Guess I made a few friends in life!” Scrooge said, wiping a slight tear from his eye. “And I’ve got a beautiful family that I’m so grateful for!”

I am befuddled,” the ghost went on. “Why are we spirits tasked with terrorizing you into changing your ways? Your ways are wonderful!”

Thank you, I appreciate that,” said Scrooge. “Why indeed? That’s the fucking question, isn’t it?”

…to be concluded

The fourth part of the writing challenge BlogFestivus 2013–A Christmas Carol!

Here are the participants:

Amy penning at Fix it or Deal
Tom over at Shouts from the Abyss
Steve from Stevil
Maria-Christina blogging at MCWhispers
Dylan of Treatment of Visions (c’est moi!)
Sarah from Parent Your Business
Dawn blogging at Lingering  Visions
K8edid from k8edid
Dave bringing it at 1pointperspective
Eileen from Not The Sword But The Pen
Lindsey at RewindRevise
Kandy of Kandy Talk
Sandra writing at In Love With Words
Natalie from So I Went Undercover
Jen at Blog It or Lose It
Amelie from In the Barberry
Cee Cee blogging at Cee Cee’s Blog
Ashley from LittleWonder2
BD writing Blogdramedy

A Christmas Carol 2013, part two

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The Ghost of Christmas Past

The spectre of past Christmases pulled Scrooge through the wall of his childhood home. There, by the fire in a plush chair, was Ebenezer’s grandfather. At his feet, sat the young Ebenezer himself.

Behold,” the ghost whispered.

Shut up! I think this is the good part,” said Scrooge.

—you read the book, Ebbie?” his grandfather was asking.

Eight-year-old Ebenezer tossed down the copy of A Christmas Carol by Dickens.

Yeah. So you’re telling me this story is true?”

The grandfather nodded solemnly.

And this crap is gonna happen to me?” Ebbie continued.

The elder Scrooge sighed deeply.

It’s a sad truth, Ebbie. Because of our surly ancestor, all of us descendants must undergo the same trial. At the age of sixty, on Christmas Eve, you will be visited—-”

Yeah, I get it. But the Scrooges are a good family,” Ebbie protested. “We have wealth, but give freely to others. We treat our employees like family. We honor Christmas more than anyone else possibly could.”

I know, Ebbie,” the elder Scrooge commiserated.

Even the first Ebenezer repented! He changed his ways!”

It doesn’t matter. One day, the spirits will come for you, no matter how you live. It happened to me, it’s going to happen to your father in about twenty years, and it will happen to you.”

The Ghost of Christmas Past stared at the current Scrooge.

Really?” the spirit queried.

Yep,” Scrooge affirmed. “How’s that for some fucked up shit?”

…to be continued

The second part of the writing challenge BlogFestivus 2013–A Christmas Carol!

Here are the participants:

Amy penning at Fix it or Deal
Tom over at Shouts from the Abyss
Steve from Stevil
Maria-Christina blogging at MCWhispers
Dylan of Treatment of Visions (c’est moi!)
Sarah from Parent Your Business
Dawn blogging at Lingering  Visions
K8edid from k8edid
Dave bringing it at 1pointperspective
Eileen from Not The Sword But The Pen
Lindsey at RewindRevise
Kandy of Kandy Talk
Sandra writing at In Love With Words
Natalie from So I Went Undercover
Jen at Blog It or Lose It
Amelie from In the Barberry
Cee Cee blogging at Cee Cee’s Blog
Ashley from LittleWonder2
BD writing Blogdramedy

A Christmas Carol 2013

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Ebenezer Scrooge

 “Ah, fuck me!” cried Ebenezer Scrooge.

With a quickness that belied his sixty years, Scrooge ducked into a nearby alley. He pressed his back up against the wall and held his breath, hoping he hadn’t been seen.

He had been. When the apparition’s arms flowed through the bricks behind him, Scrooge’s fear began to change to  irritation. This wasn’t fair!

The ghostly arms clutched around his torso, a luminous grey head now emerged from the wall and twisted round to look Scrooge in the face.

There’s no escaping your fate, Ebenezer Scrooge,” the nearly two-hundred year-old spirit croaked at him.

Scrooge’s panic at seeing the ghost on the empty street a moment ago was now fully replaced by a surge of righteous indignation.

Now look, Jacob Marley! You can’t do this to me. For Christ’s Sake, you weren’t even my partner. It was my great-great-great-great—”

A Scrooge is a Scrooge,” the spirit of Marley intoned. He completely stepped out from the wall now and hovered in front of Scrooge menacingly. “You knew this day would come.”

There’s no reason for this,” Scrooge insisted.

The ghost of Marley tsk-tsked in a harsh whisper. Then, he lifted his cloaked arms dramatically and fixed Scrooge with a sepulchral glare.

Tonight, you will be visited by—”

Scrooge interrupted Marley with a rude grunt.

Yeah, yeah,” he muttered. “I know the goddamn drill. If we have to do this, let’s just get on with it.”

…to be continued

The first part of the writing challenge BlogFestivus 2013–A Christmas Carol!

Here are the participants:

Amy penning at Fix it or Deal
Tom over at Shouts from the Abyss
Steve from Stevil
Maria-Christina blogging at MCWhispers
Dylan of Treatment of Visions (c’est moi!)
Sarah from Parent Your Business
Dawn blogging at Lingering  Visions
K8edid from k8edid
Dave bringing it at 1pointperspective
Eileen from Not The Sword But The Pen
Lindsey at RewindRevise
Kandy of Kandy Talk
Sandra writing at In Love With Words
Natalie from So I Went Undercover
Jen at Blog It or Lose It
Amelie from In the Barberry
Cee Cee blogging at Cee Cee’s Blog
Ashley from LittleWonder2
BD writing Blogdramedy

Come on, EvDaDaDecs! Throw in with us! I’m putting this up early so you should still have time.

Status Update for EvDaDaDec

Thought I would take a few minutes and do an update.

I haven’t been able to read many blogs over the last few days, so please be patient. Had to work on my final projects this weekend and they took up a lot of my time. But the quarter is done after tonight! I’ve got about 200 posts to read that have accumulated so I may not get to all of them this week. Mostly because you all keep posting new stuff all the time!

I told one of my classmates how I’m following about 150 blogs now and she thought that was a lot. How many do you guys follow? (My friend follows four.)

I’ve tried to keep up with comments and pingbacks, so that’s in good shape.

Hey, no one liked my Lana del Rey piece. You either hate me or her, I don’t know which.

Anyway, I’m not going to stop posting every damn day, so don’t worry. It doesn’t mean you’re going to like everything. *sniffle*

Now check this out that I copied from Blogdramedy:

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{Here is it, the start of the Christmas holiday season. This means it must be time for BlogFestivus.

For 2013, we’re going with a Christmas classic. Just to see how far from traditional you bloggers can roam without totally losing the thread of this year’s theme.

Are we ready? Then here are the details.

1. It’s a short challenge. Just 5 stories over 5 days. From December 16 to December 20.

2. You don’t need to come up with a lot of words. Only 200 for each story.

3. This year, we’ll be writing to A Christmas Carol and you can make it a serial story or each piece can stand alone.

Day One: Ebenezer Scrooge
Day Two: Ghost of Christmas Past
Day Three: Ghost of Christmas Present
Day Four: Ghost of Christmas Future
Day Five: Tiny Tim

To mix it up a little, we’ll set the scene in 2013. Your stories can be naughty or nice. Based in reality or totally out there. You decide. It’s your blog. Video and audio posts count.

4.  You get to use the awesome artwork I designed just for this challenge on your own blog!

5. The writer who, over the course of the challenge, makes me laugh the most, will receive a tin-plated invitation to guest blog on Blogdramedy. (Word is…on the street? You could trade this for an empty Double Bubble gum wrapper. A collectors item!)

6. It’s free! There’ll be no PayPaling of any kind here on this blog. I want you to keep those pennies and treat yourself to something extra special this holiday season. Consider it my gift to you.}

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My monkey and I are so there.

That’s the main reason I’m posting this update.

I thought this sounded up my alley, and in my wheelhouse, and it even burst my bubble. So T of V is going to participate. If any EvDaDaDecs want to join with me on this challenge, go to Blogdramedy and sign up! And each post will count as a damn day!

(Mine don’t. So I’ll be posting twice those days. For the real challenge, and extra imagination points, do what I do. If you dare….)

I guess that’ s all I have to say for now. See you tomorrow!