‘Twas
the Night
by
Robin Reed
Published:
November 8th, 2012
Word
Count: 35,000
Genre:
Horror Comedy
Content
Warning: Comedy Horror Violence
Age
Recommendation: 13+
Synopsis
Rollo is the
overworked, stressed-out Head Elf at the North Pole. As he prepares for
Christmas Eve, he has to deal with toys that look like they’re having sex,
terrorist reindeer, and worst of all, the sudden death of Santa Claus. Rollo
has to save Christmas after he finds out that Santa is not just dead — he is
undead.
‘Twas the Night is
a novella of approximately 35,000 words. It is a satire and contains adult
language and themes.
Excerpt
It wasn’t a fit night out for man
nor elf. But then it never was at the North Pole, where it gets so cold that
Frosty would freeze his snowballs off. The view from Rollo’s office window was
darkness. Driving snow rattled against the pane, and the wind howled like a six
year old who got nothing but socks for Christmas.
When he first got to the North Pole he thought the view was spectacular. In the sunny season the fantastic ice formations and the reflections of sunlight through them were something to see. But it never changed, and after a few hundred years anything can become boring. He shook his head and sighed. He was a long way from the woodlands of his youth, where he had nothing on his mind but frolicking and scaring the occasional woodcutter.
Rollo shouldn’t have been staring out the window and thinking about times long gone. It was the busy season, and there was a lot of work to do. He took a sip of coffee and turned to the large computer monitor on his desk.
There was a Facebook message from Jay, asking if they were still on for poker on Thursday. Rollo couldn’t think about that, or anything, until after the delivery. He decided to answer later. He opened reports from his staff. There was a problem in inventory. A whole container of talking Barbies were missing. They had to be in the complex somewhere, but nobody could find them.
When he first got to the North Pole he thought the view was spectacular. In the sunny season the fantastic ice formations and the reflections of sunlight through them were something to see. But it never changed, and after a few hundred years anything can become boring. He shook his head and sighed. He was a long way from the woodlands of his youth, where he had nothing on his mind but frolicking and scaring the occasional woodcutter.
Rollo shouldn’t have been staring out the window and thinking about times long gone. It was the busy season, and there was a lot of work to do. He took a sip of coffee and turned to the large computer monitor on his desk.
There was a Facebook message from Jay, asking if they were still on for poker on Thursday. Rollo couldn’t think about that, or anything, until after the delivery. He decided to answer later. He opened reports from his staff. There was a problem in inventory. A whole container of talking Barbies were missing. They had to be in the complex somewhere, but nobody could find them.
About
the Author
Robin Reed is the
author of a strange collection of books. She writes science fiction, horror,
humor, and humorous science fiction and horror. She was born in Chicago but
found her way to Los Angeles, swearing to never again experience a midwestern
winter.
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