Advent Stories

The heavy velvet curtains parted with a slow, deliberate hiss as the CEO stumbled through them, his once-pristine Armani suit now wrinkled, his tie loosened like a noose he’d barely escaped. The air inside The Candy Cane Lounge hit him like a wave—thick with the scent of vanilla and something darker, muskier, the kind of perfume that clung to skin after hours of sweat and sin. The dim crimson lighting cast long shadows ac...

December 1st "Божићни пост" Walking down the street, Katie silently formed the foreign words. Her husband, Ivo, who had developed an interest in his Serbian ancestry, had talked her into it. The traditional Eastern Orthodox Nativity Fast. It meant no sex for 24 days. Neither with each other nor alone. She chuckled. I give him five days before he can't take it anymore, and he bends me over the kitchen table! December 5th "...

Sven sat close to the fire. It crackled and popped, sending sparks into the chimney in front of him. The wash of heat was a welcome relief from the howling wind and snow outside the small shack. Night had fallen, and the winds were really blowing outside. Freezing air seeped around the windows and through the cracks in the old walls. He missed his family, his pack. The warmth of lying in a giant pile of bodies at night. B...