#VSS Naughty List

Paul only half listened to his dad’s prolix list of punishments, but perked up when he heard there’d be no Christmas for his misdeeds.

Paul had trouble sleeping, knowing no Christmas was coming. He didn’t realize what burning all of his sister’s toys would cost him.

Frost covered the ground when Paul woke early Christmas morning to find no presents. His parents made good on their threat.

Paul’s first act of revenge would be selling the girandoles his farther have his mother for Xmas. No one else would be enjoying gifts.

Grownups called it growing pains; Paul called it sweet revenge as he lit fire to his father’s new iPad.

Destroying his parents’ gifts was not enough for Paul; he set his sights on the annual Christmas ornaments next.

Jingle Bells would have been the last tune to cross the elf figurines’ ears as Paul ripped them off, if they could hear.

“Yes!” Paul said with temerity. “I ripped the ears off the elves and burned the gifts. It’s not a figment of your imagination.”

Paul’s parents hired a local visagist/actor to play the scariest St Nick ever known, in an attempt to scare him in to acting better.

Some mothers show apathy to a cachexic, capricious fallen angel instead of hiring a spurious, frightful Santa.

Some mothers show apathy to a cachexic, capricious fallen angel instead of hiring a spurious, frightful Santa.

Late that night, Paul heard a terrible noise out his window. A landau pulled up and out stepped a terrifying sight.

He climbed in through the library window dolefully with a plan to scare Paul from his destructive ways.

Exeunt Santa from the sleigh with a rotund anthracite.

Still need to work out the ending of this story in 2013 for a complete Christmas tale next year…

#VSS Nov/Dec 2012

“The bitter cold of 60 deg is leaving us for weekend highs in the 80s. Perfect for those photos with Santa,” said the weatherman.

They moved all of their belongings into storage and hit the road. If the world was going to end, they’d have the best seats.

The returned letter was unopened and marked, “No Address Exists.” Surely there had to be someone left on Earth.

Washed out upon the sands of time, they escaped the doldrums that plagued the seas of the world belonging to the lost boys.

Mormo escaped the fate of her cousin Medusa and retired to a tropical island never to be heard from again. Take that Perseus!

The millefleur covered stench of the corpse until the wardrobe was presented on the auction stage.

All of this citrus is making for a complicated breakfast. A soupçon of nutmeg would be a delight on these crepes.

Waiting for the ultimate in Xmas gifts, the Hologram Sketchbook QZ, was not doing anything to help Sam’s macrophobia.

The shifting of furniture began when the maid tergiversated over accusations of stealing the dilapidated lamp.

The bouquiniste saw the copy of Principia Mathematica was dancetté,though it was damaged she couldn’t pass up the opportunity

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#VSS Time Witch from 2012

Marie entered the time shift one last time in search if her beloved white king. She prayed he would still love her when reunited.

The old woman smiled wickedly as she pushed Marie into the time warp. “That will teach her to love.”

The white king’s sword was discovered buried near the dovecote. Marie feared her king dead with him no longer possessing the sword.

What Marie needed was a map across time to find the white king. Too bad such a thing didn’t exist. Marie was losing faith in magic.

Marie was running late and the old witch was growing antsy, what she didn’t know was Marie had no plans of returning to this time.

Marie found a baetyl hidden away in the back of the shoppe, key to finding her love, if she could only kill the old witch keeper.

“Is there a place in time I can truly call my own!” Marie shouted to the stars above as she prepared to make another time leap.

Mene mene tekel upharsin written in blood beside the body at the bazaar did not bode well for Marie’s trip to Turkey. The witch had her.

Marie’s tale continues…

#Zombie #VSS from 2012

His first night he lost his arm, but was able to pick up a replacement when attacked some girl for her brain. Yum!

The improvident zombie mob charged into chemical plant looking for brains to eat, setting off an explosion that wiped out the town.

It is possible some other survivors are hiding out at the old army fort. We should head there, Leona.” Nell urged her on.

The friction of shuffling feet approaching could be heard from a mile away. Time to get outta town or become lunch.

Leona traveled across the country in search of a zombie cure. When she didn’t find one, she knew she’d have to kill him again.

The last time she saw her boyfriend he was part of a zombie flash mob. Leona wondered if life could conquer the undead.

Leona had been running from the zombie mob for a week when she finally found a cabin in the woods to rest for a bit.

“What happened to the zombies?” Leona mused in the eerie silence. “What happened to Kenny (her boyfriend)?”

At the last minute Leona took off the zombie ‘s head narrowly avoiding becoming his dinner. She ran for it; landing in his arms.

“It’s time we had a conversation about this. You can’t keep trying to eat my brain and then tell me you love me.”

Leona had been dreaming of saying “I do” with her boyfriend now she just looked forward to sending him back to the grave.

Looking to complete the tale in 2013.

Collection of #VSS from Aug/Sept 2012

He snuck into the house on the corner and took the presents, tree, all the food for the Xmas dinner, even the plum pudding.

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Leaving the sea, the creature continued to stalk his pray up the beach to the camp. He found them easily worn from their swim.

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Lerocles plunged the dagger deep into the heart of the of his brother, all for the love of the gods, all to protect Sheila.

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The waves lashed at the island from all directions, like angry sea gulls fighting over dinner. The storm would be ferocious.

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The dress didn’t fit and there were none like it, defeating Kay’s plan for the perfect costume. She might as well wear a sack.

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The sonic boom shook the laboratory, but that wasn’t the sound that what had Dr. Lantha frantically scurrying towards the lab.

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“Bug in teach’s coffee, wotcha in for?” red jumper growled. “Pullin Susie’s hair,” I squeaked as the principal called,”Next!”

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Collection of #VSS from November 2012

“The bitter cold of 60 deg is leaving us for weekend highs in the 80s. Perfect for those photos with Santa,” said the weatherman.

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They moved all of their belongings into storage and hit the road. If the world were going to end, they’d have the best seats.

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The returned letter was unopened and marked, “No Address Exists.” Surely there had to be someone left on Earth.

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Washed out upon the sands of time, they escaped the doldrums that plagued the seas of the world belonging to the lost boys.

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Collection of #VSS from Week of Dec 3, 2012

Primogeniture forced 2 son, Jay, into a life of underground crime after the boys’ parents were killed in an alleged accident.

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Instead of a monkey themed wedding it was a banana of a murder for the Aussie bride; groom just couldn’t handle the monkey business.

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“Good morning evil folk, we have gathered the assembly in the matter of the recent break in, which we believe to be an inside job.”

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As the blizzard waged outside, Karla & Leo huddled under the blankets in the back seat vowing never to travel for the holidays again.

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“Draw the baft, batten down the hatches, weigh anchor and hoist the mizzen!” Polly squawked at all who entered the pet shop.

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The homeless gypsy put away her orb and cards, wrapped up in her table sheet on the park bench for the rest of the night.

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The beautiful birds perched in the trees suddenly attacked the nature photography club. Even birds don’t like paparazzi.