In December 2015, EDF solicited and published December-themed stories by 27 authors. Those authors included voices from EDF’s history and present as well as stories by some of EDF’s editorial team.
Day 1 I am ancient yet not immortal, and I wonder if this is how my death begins. I have lived in these mountains for seasons beyond measure. I have bonded myself with dozens of trees and mourned their mortality… Continue Reading
The deputy said the snow where Uncle Jake had broken his neck is interesting. Over by Harper’s cabin a jay is harping and there are flashing red and blue LED lights on top of all of the sheriff cars and… Continue Reading
“God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.” —J.M. Barrie The question isn’t, can she do it? She knows she can, just as that every morning her son wakes, she hopes it will be his last. Such thoughts are evil,… Continue Reading
The lights on the Christmas tree sparkle, there is wrapping paper scattered all over the floor and the house rings with laughter. The smell of the Christmas lunch wafts in from the kitchen and my sherry glass is full. “Grandpa,”… Continue Reading
“Come on, prezzie time.” Stella’s mother slapped a hat on Stella’s head and held out a tube of sunblock, “You’ll need it to go outside.” “I won’t because I’m not going outside.” “Please, just stop grumping, see if you can’t… Continue Reading
Elizabeth belonged to Trina’s grandfather. She was eighty-two years old, although Trina would never have guessed it to look at her; she looked old-fashioned, but not old. Trina played with Elizabeth every Christmas when they visited Grampa, although she was… Continue Reading
The invitation flashed in his Facebook notifications. Spam, obviously. But… it had a picture of a Star Wars grinch. Star Wars! His palms grew sweaty. Back at his mom’s house, his Luke Skywalker costume still hung in the closet of… Continue Reading
“If I had thought of, if I’d felt any reason at all to stop, I would have. You know I would have stopped. Well, maybe you don’t know me that well. I mean, we’ve only met that one other time,… Continue Reading
The wind blew in from the ocean. It bit and stung all that were in its way. The thin man’s nipples pushed up through his rough cotton shirt. His face was pinched beneath his beard’s wiry bush. But his hair… Continue Reading
It was winter and a blue snow fell again covering the plains of this insignificant planet in a fine cobalt dusting of fresh, deep powder. Janey liked to kick it around exposing the light blue layer beneath the darker surface;… Continue Reading