November/December Writing Contest Winner

Charity Parkerson- 1st Place Winner of Mistress’ November/December 2012 Writing Contest!

Charity Parkerson- 1st Place Winner of Mistress’ November/December 2012 Writing Contest!

Charity Parkerson has done it again and won her fourth writing contest for this blog with her story, “The Tooth Fairy vs. Santa Claus- A Twisted Christmas Tale”.  It was a fun idea for a holiday theme.  She did an outstanding job putting it together.  For those of you who don’t know, Charity is an author who specializes in romance/erotica (including paranormal).  You can check out her many books here.  There is also a listing for her author website listed down on the right column of this page.

The second place winner, Jon Recluse, did an amazing job as well.  He wrote “Blue Christmas” which was a holiday crime solving story filled with danger.  This is the third story he has been a finalist/winner for.  You can find more of his writing here.

Third place went to Catherine Woodruff for her story, “One Last Chance- A tale of Hope and Love“.  It was a sad story filled with bitter sweetness, but well worth reading.

All three winners have been contacted and/or received their gift cards in their email.  Thanks to everyone who participated/voted.  We had some great entries this month and I look forward to seeing more in the future.  For those who are interested in the next contest, it will begin late January.  You can find the details here.  An official announcement will be made in a regular blog post on January 22nd.

Finally, for those of you who didn’t see the winning story, here it is:

The Tooth Fairy vs. Santa Claus- A Twisted Christmas Tale


Charity Parkerson

The fat man needs to die, Kevin decided as he stared at the fire blazing in the fireplace. The orange glow of the flickering flames gave the tiny room its only light, but it did nothing to relieve its bleakness. Three years in a row now, he had sat in this exact spot, and waited for the red-suited jolly man’s arrival only to have his efforts thwarted each time, but not this year. He was ready for him this time. A plate of arsenic sprinkled cookies and a glass of rat-poisoned milk sat at his elbow as a welcoming gift for an unwanted yearly visitor. Evil lurked behind those coal-colored eyes. Santa might have lured the rest of the world into his mythical white van with a promise of free candy, but Kevin knew the truth. He was no more than a thief. Three hundred and sixty-five days a year Kevin donned his tiny pink tights and slaved away collecting his pearly white treasures, always making sure to pay the going rate, only to have an obese borderline diabetic drop in once a year and destroy his treasure with sticky sugary sweets. Gripping the metal pliers that he held at the ready a bit tighter, a smile of pure satisfaction touched Kevin’s lips. This year Kevin would take his treasure in trade.

A cold blast of wind whipped through the room, killing the fire, and plunging the room into darkness. Restless hooves beat against the rooftop as the sound of heavy footsteps fell across the wooden floor. The rapid beating of Kevin’s heart drummed inside of his ears and his eyes refused to adjust to the sudden loss of light. The air stirred at his side and Kevin leapt from his seat, swinging the heavy pliers wildly. When his blow met with only empty air, the momentum carried him full-circle and left him off-balance until he landed solidly on his rear-end. A jolly laugh filled the room as a wave of exhaustion fell over him and he was no longer able to hold his eyes open.

The bright morning sunlight fell across Kevin’s face pulling him from a deep sleep. Disheartened, Kevin realized he had slept through another Christmas Eve night. In his chair sat a bright red stocking overflowing with sticky sweet candies.

The weight of failure sat heavy upon his chest until he spied the empty glass. Kevin nearly cackled in laughter as he moved to the table. He might have missed seeing him, but Santa would not survive the night. However, sitting on top of the now bare plate was a tiny white note.

“Thank you for the milk and cookies. I use them to fuel my sleigh. If you wish to best me, might I suggest sleeping during the day? Until then, please accept this gift without fear, as I look forward to matching wits with you again next year. Sincerely, S.C.”

Underneath the note, amongst the cookie crumbs, sat two pearly white teeth. If he wasn’t mistaken, they were from the front.

The End.

~ by Suzie on December 22, 2012.

7 Responses to “November/December Writing Contest Winner”

  1. Reblogged this on We write so that we don't talk to ourselves and commented:
    Yay!! I can’t believe it

  2. Thank you for allowing me to participate. It was so much fun. 😀

  3. Awesome blog

  4. Well done (again), Charity… Merry Christmas everyone… 🙂

  5. Congrats to all three talented winners. Wishing everyone the best for 2013!

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