Flash Stories

Being a Mall Santa is a thankless job. The costume is hot, the beard is itchy, and you always run the risk of a child peeing on your leg. Not to mention, they don't really dry-clean the suit in between Santa's so you end up sitting in someone else's sweat all day. With that being said, it felt good to see the smiles on the faces of those that came to sit on his lap and get a picture taken with the jolly old elf. Santa's N...

I was at the office Christmas party by myself as I was newly divorced. My name is Mac. I am a fifty-five-year-old Senior Partner at a law firm. I am in good shape at 6'-4", with a little gray around my temples. I was in line to get my picture taken with Santa and was drinking Captain and Coke. I spotted Lori, my new intern, dressed as a sexy Santa helper. She was gorgeous at 5'-8", chestnut hair and a nice rack. Her eyes...

Holly enthusiastically flung open the door of her tiny downtown loft. “Thank God you’re here! The young woman exclaimed. “Please, come in!” “No worries, it was the least I could do,” Clark responded, smiling warmly at his wife’s little sister as he stepped into her minuscule apartment. “It’s your first place on your own. We’ve all been there. As soon as Ellen told me that you hadn’t even unpacked your Christmas decoration...