Category Archives: Christmas stories

Embodiment

Posted on 03/12/2019 by Katarina

Picture: A family trip on what seems like a long time ago. Lily and the Seagulls.  “The opposite of earth is space; you need to become a human to match the two, my darling. Or a bird. There are only  … Continue reading →

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Make a wish

Posted on 20/12/2016 by writingbrussels

It was that time of the year and Ellie was filled with excitement just at the thought of having everyone home for Christmas. The tree was up and had been decorated overnight with sparkling lights and red taffeta ribbons. In … Continue reading →

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13. A Candle in the Winter Darkness

Posted on 19/12/2016 by markrowancropper

  Artwork by Enrique Cropper “Happy Christmas” said my wife as she kissed me on the forehead and I realise I have, somewhat unusually, slept in late. In that instant, lying in bed still half asleep, I feel a sensation … Continue reading →

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Je n’aime pas Noël

Posted on 16/12/2016 by Yves

(Poème de Noël, en alexandrins) Je n’aime pas Noël. Je n’aime pas les cadeaux. Et puis le père Noël, il est gros et pas beau. Acheter des cadeaux, se faire péter le foie, être heureux à date fixe, vraiment très … Continue reading →

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The logic of the living

Posted on 16/12/2016 by writingbrussels

The door opened silently and she came into the bedroom. White light filtered through the closed curtains. She guessed that the moon was high in the sky. The smells of the seasonal cooking still lingered in the air and she … Continue reading →

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