Category Archives: Short Stories

Christmas Story

baby jesusI have this idea for a time travel Christmas story. It is still in the concept formation stages, but I have an opening I’d like to share with you …. Gabriel, the lead character, is obsessed with going back in time to see Christ’s birth in person. When he finally makes it, he discovers something that shatters his faith at first, but over the course of the story regains it with a deeper understanding of God and the Universe.

After much deliberation, calculation and sweat, some sleepless nights and long days, Gabriel pinpointed the exact time of Christ’s birth. He wasn’t a theologian, nor a historian. He was a physicist, but in his spare time he dabbled in history, astronomy and time travel.

You could say it all started one Sunday in May around a year ago. However, as it is with most things, it really started when Gabriel was much, much younger, when he was but five years old.

Gabriel attended the midnight mass with his parents, like he did every year — although he couldn’t remember doing so. Since he lived in a small community, everyone knew everyone else and it was a community tradition to have a reenactment of Christ’s birth during the midnight mass at St. Mary’s.

A woman, dressed in a blue shawl, placed a baby in the crib on the alter. This year was special. The community had a newborn child to play the important role instead of the usual doll.

The baby cooed.

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nickelI was once challenged … either by a teacher or a contest, I can’t remember which … to write a three wishes story. This is what I came up with. I think it still needs a little work, but is a fun read anyway.

She slips her final nickel into the one-armed bandit. She pulls the arm. Cherry. Lemon. Plum. Her nickel falls back out.

“Phew! Am I glad to be out of there!”

“Who said that?” She looks around and sees no one. She shrugs her shoulders and picks up her nickel.

“Hey! That tickles!”

“What? Who said that?”

People nearby look at her and go on with their gambling.

“Me. Who else?”

“Who? I don’t see anyone.” This time she whispers.

“The nickel in your hand, stupid!”

“The nickel? But money can’t talk!”

“Wishing nickels can.”

“Wishing nickels?”

“Yeah! You can now make three wishes, on me.”

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