Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas


It was a cold winter evening in December, 1943. With the war behind them, Ralph Blane and Hugh Martin sat together in an abandoned studio. Hugh, as was his custom, sat at the piano, fumbling through chord progressions, and filling the cold spaces with hints of melody. Ralph scribbled on a note pad, tilted his head, frowned, and then tore up the sheet before throwing it to the ground. The space around his chair was littered with such bunches of paper.

“This is ridiculous,” Ralph complained. “The night before Christmas, and we have a deadline. Write a new song by tomorrow!” Continue reading “Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas”

Infamy – Part 5

Adolf stood over the map of Europe, alone in his personal War Room. He had cleared the room mere moments ago; upon hearing the news the F.D. Roosevelt had declared war on Japan. The declaration came shortly after Pearl Harbor, a military base in a water-bound state belonging to America. The attack had been barbaric, even for him.

The war had gone as planned. The British and their allies, rallying behind this Winston fellow, had made several attempts at advancing, but had not held a victory over Adolf’s troops. Even along the eastern front, the Russians had not been able to route the superior SS driver forces. Adolf allowed himself a smile. He had done well; at least, until now. Continue reading “Infamy – Part 5”

Infamy – Part 4

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It had been a long two years. Almost two years, though it indeed had felt longer to Winston. The responsibilities that bore down upon him were, as the American journalist had said, “greater than those carried by any other human being on earth”. Winston was exhausted.

He knew that it was not his predecessor who had put forth his name for the job. A greater power than that of Chamberlain, or even that of King George VI, had pushed Winston into the role of Prime Minister. Continue reading “Infamy – Part 4”

Infamy – Part 3

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The Oval Office was a place a President went to for candid photographs, publicized meetings, or to sit behind a desk and sign your presidency away. For the last several years, it had been this new room, in the West Wing. Behind the Hoover desk, with the clear sky behind him, President F.D. Roosevelt sat, with veiled thoughts behind his clear eyes.  Continue reading “Infamy – Part 3”

Infamy – Part 2


It was late November in 1941, out of the Pacific ocean as Commander Fuchida watched his men board their planes. He stood aboard the Akagi, Japan’s greatest carrier, watching the A6M-0 fighters move into place. He breathed a sigh of disappointment, because he knew he would never see these planes again. Continue reading “Infamy – Part 2”

Infamy – Part 1

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The messenger ran into the room, slowing as he approached the table which was surrounded by high ranking officers. With a salute, he handed a crisp, white envelope to a young officer, recently promoted First Officer Sakamaki. As the messenger turned to leave, Sakamaki tore the envelope open, and glanced at it’s contents. With a frown, he stepped up to the table and handed the piece of paper to his superior, Admiral Kusaka.

Kusaka immediately stopped in midsentence. The letterhead was familiar to him, and caused the man who never showed fear to his subordinates to waiver. Continue reading “Infamy – Part 1”

Infamy – Prologue

The clock struck three; it was now January 1, 1933. Around the room, several people stirred. Of course, some of them had been dozing, too tired to be patient. One gentleman, in a blue suit with a bushy white mustache, grumbled and tried to settle himself back to sleep. Those who had not slipped into slumber wished they had, but did their best to stay awake and attentive.

The Author, the head of their organization, was late. Well, he would never say he was late. He would rather say that he chose to show up when he was able, and the will of the group should not run in contrast with his own. None dared challenge him on this. In this organization, the Order, the Author was the man with the power, the plan, and the judgement. To disobey him…

Suddenly, the doors at the end of room flew back on its hinges, slamming into the supporting walls. All the paintings rattled, just as did the occupants of the room. They all turned to see who stood at the door; even those who had just been returning to slumber were on their feet and attentive. Standing where the doors once were, was a man, or a giant. Continue reading “Infamy – Prologue”

It Happens In A Blink

When the dust settled, the King’s eyes beheld what a day’s worth of battle gained him.

The fields before him were littered with bodies; some wearing his colours, and some wearing the colours of the King of Ithligor. Where once was green, now was red and silver and strained. Weapons belonging to the fallen lay about, beside their former masters, useless.

The King looked to his right. There stood the victors. His knights, Sir Chairing and Sir Rhupe, sat upon their horses, their stained swords still held in their hands. About them stood his footmen, loyal soldiers and peasants who wished to aid their king. They were wearing, all, and wished only to set camp and eat and sleep.

The King looked to his left. On the furthest hills of the moor, he could see the last of the remaining force of King of Ithligor. There weren’t more than a dozen, many on foot, one on a horse. That last horseman the King knew well. The knight had left the King’s service many months before to aid the King of Ithligor’s plans to attack the King. Traitor. Continue reading “It Happens In A Blink”

The Darkest Corner Of The Ceiling

When you’re drifting off to sleep, whatever else you do, do not look into the darkest corner of the ceiling. For me, it’s the North-East corner, just to the right of my bedroom window. Because of its proximity to the exterior lighting, it is constantly enveloped in shadow.

You see, this corner is the home to dark creatures. Those you wouldn’t want to meet when you were awake, much less when you’re falling to sleep and your defenses are down.
These creatures are not from this world, but from the world in between worlds. The Catholic church has labelled it Purgatory. A limbo between Heaven and Hell. And it is here that creatures, demons, and those who have no name linger. Or, so we thought.

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My Shameful Thoughts

I wish I could say I’ve never had thoughts like this. I wish I could say it wasn’t mine; it was a suggestion from my friend who is insane. Well, not really insane, just a really weird guy.

I was driving down the street, approaching an intersection. The light changed. No, my thoughts were not to speed up and beat the light. I slowed down. I’ve done that before, everyone has done that before. But, that was not the thoughts I’m ashamed of. Continue reading “My Shameful Thoughts”