Late For The Party: A New Year’s Eve Short Short Story

December 31, 2018 at 5:23 pm (Literature, News, Poetry, Short Story) ()

A New Year’s Eve short short story I wrote 3 years ago today:

Dracul Van Helsing

Late For The Party

“Aren’t you ready yet?” The wife asked her husband, “we’re going to be late for the party. I’d like to be there before the clock strikes midnight and the New Year comes.”

“I’m almost finished this poem I’m writing, dear,” the husband smiled, “hold on.”

The wife looked at the clock, “Come on. Let’s go NOW. Your poem is not so important. It’s not as if people are going to be reciting or even remembering it for the next 200-odd years.”

“All right, dear,” the husband got up to get his coat.

The poem lay on his desk,

“Should auld acquaintance be forgot and never brought to mind…
… we’ll take a cup of kindness yet for auld lang syne…”

-Robert Burns, 1788.

-A short short short story
written by Christopher
Thursday December 31st
2015.

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Haiku About Robbie Burns For New Year’s Eve

December 31, 2016 at 7:44 pm (History, Literature, News, Poetry) (, , , , , , )

Haiku About Robbie Burns For New Year’s Eve

Mister Robbie Burns
wrote a poem we’ll ne’er forget
here’s to Auld Lang Syne

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Late For The Party

December 31, 2015 at 8:42 pm (Literature, News, Poetry, Short Story) ()

Late For The Party

“Aren’t you ready yet?” The wife asked her husband, “we’re going to be late for the party. I’d like to be there before the clock strikes midnight and the New Year comes.”

“I’m almost finished this poem I’m writing, dear,” the husband smiled, “hold on.”

The wife looked at the clock, “Come on. Let’s go NOW. Your poem is not so important. It’s not as if people are going to be reciting or even remembering it for the next 200-odd years.”

“All right, dear,” the husband got up to get his coat.

The poem lay on his desk,

“Should auld acquaintance be forgot and never brought to mind…
… we’ll take a cup of kindness yet for auld lang syne…”

-Robert Burns, 1788.

-A short short short story
written by Christopher
Thursday December 31st
2015.

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The Last Days of December

December 31, 2013 at 6:14 pm (Short Story) (, )

The Last Days of December

Sophie had enjoyed Christmas but it had been a hectic time.

She sighed.

The 13th year of this new century was now coming to a close and it seemed the years keep accelerating.

Her husband Francis looked at her.

He asked, “What are you thinking?”.

“Oh,” she smiled, “just wondering what dress I should wear to the New Year’s Eve party tomorrow.”

“I’m sure your taste will be impeccable as always,” Francis kissed her.

She looked at the reflection of herself in the mirror.

“I do wish we could go away on a long holiday,” she sighed.

“Well we’re certainly visiting a few places next year,” Francis smiled.

“All business trips though,” Sophie grimaced.

Francis scanned next year’s itinerary… hmm… that should be nice… hmmm… Sarajevo eh?

“Francis,” she finally said to him, “it seems the older I get, the more time flies by. Before I know it, we’ll both be dead.”

“There’s still plenty of life left for both of us,” Francis kissed her again,
“now let’s get ready to welcome in the New Year shall we? After all it’s not like our dying is going to start a world war or anything.”

“No, I suppose not,” Sophie laughed.

And with that Francis… or as he was called in his own Germanic tongue… Franz… left the room.

Franz… Franz Ferdinand… the ArchDuke Franz Ferdinand… heir to the throne of the Austro-Hungarian Empire left his wife Sophie the Duchess of Hohenberg to her thoughts.

The year was ending.

A new one was about to begin… 1914.

-A short story
written by Christopher
Monday December 30th
2013.

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