Tuesday, December 24, 2013

A VERY GORY CHRISTMAS - 2013!!

"TINSEL..." - A CHRISTMAS STORY


Hi beasties!

Just a quick hello to wish you all MERRY CHRISTMAS and to thank you for supporting me during 2013!

As promised last week - here is a short story for you called, TINSEL. 
It's really rather macabre, but hopefully will teach you a lesson about not taking your Christmas decorations for granted!

See you all in 2014!! More in January...

Yeti hugs,

Paul xx




TINSEL


The party is in full swing - the music plays, the revellers revel...

There he stands - tinsel-coated, wrapping it around his bare shoulders like a boa...

Pretending that he's some kind of glamorous drag queen...

Maybe he's auditioning to be the company Christmas tree, some other year.

"Look at me!" he cries drunkenly, but nobody really notices him nor laughs.

He is determined to get some attention; he wants to be the belle of the ball.

He wants to be the one going home with somebody nice, someone unexpected...

Someone who will probably wake up in the morning and wince,

"How on earth did he get here? Somebody MUST have spiked my drinks!"

It is the show offs that always succeed in pulling...

So tonight he is going to be that guy and take home the prize.

He grabs another glass of bubbly and then reaches for another handful of tinsel.

It is still attached to the tree, but he doesn't let that stop him...

The whole thing wobbles slightly, but he has what he wants...

Another great length of shiny, glitteriness to wrap about his person.

He has already removed his shirt - now's time to kick off his shoes...

Pull off his socks and drop his trousers; not quite ready to remove his pants yet...

Save that for last should it become necessary to really impress...

He wraps more tinsel around himself - covering his belly slightly...

It's a fine disguise and one that he must use in future!

He threads more baubles onto his costume - deciding to wear a pair as ear-rings...

"Look at me!" he calls out again. "I'm the fairy on top of the tree..."

Still nobody seems to notice; there is laughter - but it is not directed at him.

Still desperate for attention he heads in their direction...

However as he does he finds tinsel tangled about his legs and trips over his feet...

Slightly bruised he laughs at himself - hoping perhaps that he's been spotted...

But no, the party-goers are still facing the bar and so he attempts to pick himself up...

The tinsel seems to be increasing its grip; but he's almost too drunk to notice at first!

But then... he begins to take it in - there before his eyes the tinsel is growing...

It is sprouting out new sparkly shoots and winding its way up his body...

He tries to fight against them, but it is like trying to break through wire...

Quickly the tinsel has bound his wrists - has wrapped around his chest...

The original boa has tightened around his throat and is gently choking him...

"Look at me!" he gasps, hardly knowing what is happening. "Look! Help me..."

"No..." hisses the tinsel. "Look at me... I am beautiful... I am shiny... Look at ME!"

But they still don't look - the Christmas drinkers have noticed neither the decoration -

Nor the now silent strangled show-off, dead amongst the canapes...

Such a shame for they have missed the highlight of the evening's entertainments...

They don't seem to mind too much though; what they don't know, etcetera...

The party remains in full swing - the music plays, the revellers revel...

Snake-like the tinsel wraps itself around his corpse...

...and slowly it begins to digest him...


Merry Christmas.

TINSEL... Copyright Paul Chandler 2013