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After Ever After: Part Two

Hello everyone and welcome to part two and to the second character of my brand new series After Ever After! Thank you so much for continuing to be here, and as always I hope you enjoy this little place on the internet that’s mine!

Enjoy!

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After Ever After: Part Two

 

Matt made it to work just on time. His commute was easy enough, a hurried walk to the station, two trains and a speedy dash to the store. Matt worked in Melbourne Central, a place crawling with a seamless blend of boutique shopping, multi-cultural street food and swanky cafes.

Matt was once the Mad Hatter. He still remembered his old life, but it was like a distant memory covered in glad-wrap. He knew who he used to be, his storyline, the places, the people. In this new world, he was living a different life. He looked completely different and acted completely different.

Matt was now a twenty-something-year-old with orange hair (apparently a social disadvantage in this land), skinny pin legs and an appetite for women and danger. It was his way of perhaps coping with the transfer. Back home, in Wonderland, there was treachery and sorcery and nonsensical things. But here … well, here, Melbourne was the most nonsensical place that there ever could be. Women were a mysterious breed, abundant in riddles and conundrums that both hurt and frustrated his brain. The way this land operated, with its traffic lights and strange customs and bodily functions, was enough to make even him go mad. Or madder, for that matter.

And so, Matt worked and Matt played.

He put his black apron on and made himself a cup of tea before his shift started. Working at T2 reminded him of home. The black backdrop full of teapots and teacups and an endless amount of tea to drink almost soothed his confusion; working here calmed his inability to grasp this world.

Granted, yes, they were given an initiation package and a brief welcome (with an accompanying video) from Godmother, but Cindy was really the true support for him. And now he had Rorie too. Checking his phone quickly before he had to begin, Matt discovered he’d received a text from Godmother sometime since he last looked.

Matt shook his head at Godmother’s persistent, yet harmless jokes at her infatuation with him, briefly wondered how she discovered the emoji tab on her iPhone, and digested the meaning of her text. Another roommate, a final roommate, she said. It did sound exciting.

As his tea brewed, Matt watched fascinated as the tealeaves turned the clear water into a dark brown. The glare from the light above, the fingerprint smudges on the clear glass that he made he tea out of, the smell of generated warm air from the heater; everything was so real.

“Why were we brought here?” He recalled asking Cindy on their taxi ride to their apartment, the paperwork that detailed his new life in his lap.

“I wish I knew.” Cindy gulped her takeaway coffee, locked her new phone and put a hand on his shoulder. “Don’t worry, at least we’ve got each other.”

Matt poured a few drops of milk into his tea, his mind on the night before. A girl. The girl. With willowy white blonde hair, smoldering dark sapphire eyes that gleamed like frothing jewels and a nightmarish personality. He remembered seeing her for the first time – she was like a vision at club Asylum, with hot bodies enveloping her, a halo of strobe lights and thick artificial fog back-dropping her outline.

She knew his name, he couldn’t remember exactly how, but she did. And she pressed herself up against him and slipped something white and fizzing into his mouth, and before he knew it he was both seeing fireworks under his eyelids and welcoming her tongue to lock with his.

The rest of the night was a blur.

Matt’s shift went by fast, pouring tea for others, wrapping up a few tea pots, and when he finished at 12:30pm he slung his leather jacket over his shoulders, put on his black hat that he had found in a discount bin at Savers, and made his way out of the store. At the front of the store, he was momentarily taken back by the woman that looked as if she were waiting for someone. For him?

At first he thought he was hallucinating, he had to be. But upon further inspection, she appeared to be real. She just had to be real.

“Hey stranger,” she said, her voice both spikey and smooth. Solid, but melting, like hot wax.

“It’s you,” he said, maneuvering past a crowd of shoppers to get to her. “But how?”

“You don’t remember?” She rolled her eyes and pulled out a packet of cigarettes. “C’mon, let’s go for a dart.”

On their way out, they got two takeaway drinks, a chai for him and a triple shot soy latte for her, at the kiosk out front and made their way through an open alley and up onto the side street.

In the harsh light of day, Matt feelings had not changed – his mystery girl was the one. Yet, she looked a different to what he remembered. Her curls were now lank, her roots oily. Her eyes were ringed with dark circles. Her skin looked thirsty, her eyes were red.

“How did you find me?” Matt asked, taking a drag of the smoke that she had given him.

“You told me where you worked, stupid,” she said. “The Mad Hatter works at a teashop. How fitting,” she said, her laugh turning into a slight cough. She brushed a bit of fallen ash off of her white cotton dress.

“You know who I was?”

“Yeah? We talked about it in the chat room? Remember? You wanted to ‘chase me,’ you’re the ‘mad hatter’, we would meet up at a club and go on a ‘trip’ together. Geez, you’re such a pussy,” she inhaled, “couldn’t even handle one little pill.”

Matt turned around, walking backwards so she was walking toward him, and stopped her in her tracks. “Could I handle you?”

“Smooth.” She raised her eyebrows and took the smoke right out of his mouth. “You could handle me all you want.” She took out a little Hello Kitty zip lock bag and shook it. “Want another?”

“Sure,” Matt said and leaned in to kiss her. She placed a thin blue pill in her mouth. He wasn’t sure if it was her tongue or the thing that was on it but he was flying. High. Soaring. It was as if he had leaped up and was circling the city square.

“Meet me at Kingdom Come tonight,” she removed her lips from him and sneered.

“Sure. My friend works there. She could get us free drinks!” Matt grinned like a proud puppy, his pupils dilating.

“Great,” she said, her tone cool and flat. “Meet me there.”

Matt nodded eagerly. “I think I remember your name now. You told me it was—”

“Rabbit,” she said and leaned in. “Maybe if your lucky enough,” she blew a lungful of smoke into his eyes, “I’ll let you down into my rabbit hole tonight.”

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After Ever After: Part Three continues next Monday the 01st of February, 2016.
Creative credit for this incredible image of Matt Hatts/The Mad Hatter goes to Lina Zabaleta, whose tumblr you can check out at linapoligrafia.tumblr.com – thank you SO much Lina for this unbelievable illustration!
This narrative was edited by my wonderful editor: Kayla Marie Murphy. Contact: kaylamariemurphy@hotmail.com for any inquiries.
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After Ever After: Part One

Hello everyone!

I am so incredibly excited to share with you the first series for this year on my blog. I wrote After Ever After a few years ago. I had this idea to write a modern interpretation of fairytales after watching the movie Enchanted, and I really wanted to delve into humour/fantasy. At the tail end of last year I re-wrote the first chapter of After Ever After, and then I split it into ten parts. Over the next couple of weeks I will be posting the ten parts to the first chapter on my blog, and I’m so excited for you to meet the first character, Cindy Ella!

Don’t forget to comment below, share your thoughts and subscribe to my blog (and) enjoy part one!

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After Ever After: Part One

It wasn’t even 8am and Cinderella was having a shit day. First and foremost, she wasn’t even Cinderella anymore. Three weeks ago, unannounced and against her will, she had been copied out of the glossy, picturesque, sugar-filled dream that was once her home and pasted into Melbourne, Australia.

The Department of Supernatural Services (not to mention Godmother) were responsible for this. “The Fairytale Relocation Program” they called it and Cinderella was the first to transfer. Now, instead of living in a land filled with Price Charmings, mid-night magic and wicked stepsisters, Cinderella lived amongst pretentious coffee snobs, all-black-wearing fashionista’s and unashamed bogans. She didn’t have a castle or pets for friends, there wasn’t even a musical number for her to perform. Instead, she had an apartment in Brunswick as her castle, a Grande drip coffee with two Splenda’s as her one and only love and Triple J, peak hour traffic and the mutterings of homeless people outside her apartment block was the soundtrack to her life.

Cinderella was now Cindy Ella. She was in her mid twenties, worked at Ever After Dating Agency on Queen Street and was addicted to Starbucks, late night infomercials and, above all else, her phone.

And so, Cindy Ella sat, wedged in-between what seemed like a thousand bodies, on her tram ride to her office. So much for a horse and carriage.

Because she had spent most of her night watching re-runs of The Bachelor, Cindy had woken up late, had to quickly shower, dress and dash out of the house without so much as a coffee or a quick bowl of cereal.

Cindy was becoming resentful. She remembered the first moments after she woke up in Melbourne in Godmother’s office. Her eyes were hazy, her mouth tasted of carpet and her face was covered in dried up drool. She remembered looking down at herself and then at her face in a mirror that had been given to her before she screamed like she had never screamed before.

She was hideous! Where she came from, back home, she would have been painted in expensive gauche oils, coated in a glossy film, and preened to perfection. Everything was pristine and in Technicolor and, above all, two-dimensional. Here … well, here everything was different.

She was completely changed: she had uneven skin, patches of red in places that made no sense, hair everywhere and something in-between her legs that hadn’t been there before. Granted, however, Cindy did quickly realise that she wasn’t completely unfortunate looking, her being one of the more attractive people here.

It also didn’t help that the land she was now in was a complete nightmare. In Melbourne wicked and ugly stepmothers could get plastic surgery to make themselves beautiful, pumpkins were on special at some place named Coles and strictly no one used magic. At all.

So, trying her hardest to bare through this torture for the last few weeks, you could see why Cindy Ella was already having a shitty day. All of her days were now shitty.

With her tongue festering for the taste of a drip coffee and her wet blonde hair dripping onto her grey coat, Cindy felt her iPhone buzz in her pocket. With her first smile of the day, she realised that it was from her roommate, Matt.

“Morning!” Cindy unlocked the phone and pressed the screen against her ear. “What time did you get in?”

“Ah, just now,” Matt chuckled, his voice sounding lethargic and raspy, “It was a wicked night.”

Matt was the second to transfer. Originally known as the Mad Hatter, from the land of tea parties, snooty little girls in blue dresses and bloodthirsty Queens, the Mad Hatter was now Matt. He worked at a boutique tea store in Melbourne and loved to chase the nightlife and all the trimmings that came with that lifestyle.

“Oh, I’m sure it was.” She checked her watch just as the tram came to a halt. “Don’t you have work?”

“At ten,” she heard him cough, the sound of running water filling her eardrum. “Cindy, I think I met her.”

“Who?” Cindy rested her phone on her shoulder as she got up, making her way through the maze of people to the door.

“The one.” There was a ruffle on his end. “The one, Cindy.”

“Uhuh, the one.” Cindy got out of the over-heated tram and into bitter Melbourne wind. “Care to elaborate?”

There was a beep on the other end.

“Hey, Rorie is calling me. Here,” a small beep emitted, “I’ll put her on a three way.”

“Matt?” Rorie asked, yawning and making a clicking sound with her lips and tongue. “You’re home, right?”

“Sure am,” he said. “I’m in the bathroom.”

“Oh cool, I’m just in my bedroom. How are you? How was your night?”

“His night was eventful,” Cindy replied for him. “He’s found the one.”

“Cindy?” She could hear the unsuspecting smile in her voice. “Is that you? Well, this the second threesome that I’ve had in the last twenty-four hours.”

Cindy shook her head but she couldn’t help the smile that began to unravel along her pale thin lips. Rorie was the third to transfer. In her homeland she was known as the woman who slept for centuries, infamous for pricking her finger on a spinning wheel. Sleeping Beauty. Here, in Melbourne, Rorie was infamous, not for sleeping but rather, for sleeping around.

“So that’s who left in the early hours of the morning,” Cindy said, putting an arm over her chest as she crossed to the other side of the street. She hated how her breasts jiggled when she ran. She mentally reminded herself to find something that would fix that. “I remember a woman slamming the door shut sometime around three.”

“Guilty,” Rorie said. “She was no fun anymore, so we ditched her.”

Cindy darted into the Starbucks and mouthed “the usual” to Kevin, the guy who took her order every morning. Cindy loved Kevin, though not in a ‘sing a few songs with him, kiss at the end of the movie and live together forever’ kind of love. The love she had for Kevin was like the love she harbored for her old Fairy Godmother. Kevin could make magic happen with just a few scoops of ground up beans. Magic beans of the Melbourne variety.

“Well, good on you,” Cindy nodded. “Anyway, aren’t we meant to be meeting up for Godmother at two today?”

“Yeah, well, that’s what I was calling you about,” Matt said, puzzlement in his tone. “I thought that was the plan?”

“Well, we all know how reliable Godmother can be,” Cindy moaned gratefully as Kevin personally handed her coffee order to her. The sweet tantalizing scent filled her nostrils. Kevin always gave her what she wanted quickly. “Hey guys, I’ve got to have my breakfast. Do you mind if we chat later?”

“Sure, I’ve got to have a shower anyway. I’ve got to scrub the sweat from the club off me.”

“Yeah, no worries, Cindy. I’ve got to toss this guy out of our apartment.”

“Great.” Cindy slid onto the stool at Starbucks as they all said “Bye!” and hung up.

Life wasn’t a dream come true, it wasn’t even ideal, but having Matt and Rorie helped. When Cindy had transferred she’d had a week to herself before she was summoned back to Godmother’s office to witness Matt’s transfer. As each new person came through, it both soothed and confused Cindy. Where exactly where they here? What was going to happen to them?

None of her questions had really been answered.

A text came through on her phone and, savoring the first delicious sip of her first coffee of the day, Cindy opened up her inbox.

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After Ever After: Part Two continues this Thursday the 28th of January, 2016.
Creative credit for this incredible image of Cindy Ella/Cinderella goes to Lina Zabaleta, whose tumblr you can check out at linapoligrafia.tumblr.com – thank you SO much Lina for this unbelievable illustration!
This narrative was edited by my wonderful editor: Kayla Marie Murphy. Contact: kaylamariemurphy@hotmail.com for any inquiries.
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Souls On Shore

There’s something about the beach, isn’t there?

The seduction of the waves, the scenic escape, the place that’s furthest from your woes. The removal of the city, the clutter, the immediate anxieties and troubles that come with a modern life. The beach is almost a fantasy for some, and it has this pull, this calling. To feel the water dissolve and elevate the stress from your skin, to taste the heavy lingering taste of salt on your tongue, to see the glisten of glittering sea foam trickle through your fingertips.

Safety Beach. Phillip Island. Yesterday.

Four out of six of us were in the ocean. Kushal. Lucy. Kayla and myself. Kushal = my partner. Lucy = my best friend. Kayla = my best friend. Everything was perfect, ideal even. The sand had both a soft crunch and delicate silky feel to it. The sun was present, warm but not too dominant. The sky was magnificent and breathtaking. Waves thrashing, mild wind and chatter filled Safety Beach. No lifeguards, just surfers and a few lazy Sunday afternoon beachgoers. Apart from that, the beach was almost deserted.

Lucy, Kayla and I went in the water and shortly after we succumbed to the playful nature of the waves. It was charming; cheeky even. Kushal joined in, and it was pure bliss. There was something about the suction that magnetised us in deeper, and then the jolt of an exhilarating wave as it pulled us up and into its current. As I floated ontop of the wave, and rode it even, I felt like Aladdin on a nautical magical carpet, like I was held up on strings and the ocean was my controller. There was laughter and cheering and the the blooming sensation of happiness.

Then, one mammoth wave engulfed us. I was pulled one way, and my loved ones were pulled another, and then another wave came and I looked up. All was okay I thought. Kayla, Kushal and Lucy were approaching a bed of rocks and a tiny lash of panic lassoed through me, “Come back guys! The rocks!” I remember my voice carrying out through the wind. I said it again and then again. The tiny lash doubled, it pricked my skin. “I’m trying!” I heard Kayla call out, and then I noticed that she was further away from Kushal and Lucy, who were closer to the rocks.

Fearful, I swam over to Kayla. My thoughts at the time weren’t that she was in any real danger, but only that she needed some assistance swimming back in closer. As I travelled over to them though, one moment the water was waist deep, and then the next I suddenly couldn’t feel the ocean floor.

I caught up to Kayla, and tried my hardest to reach out my hand for her. Her face was soaked in both water and tears, her mascara ran down her face. In one paralysing realisation I then realised that she was directly under a riptide. Our fingertips barely touch for a moment before a ravenous sheet of water separated my hand from hers. One second I could feel the sand against my feet, the next it felt like the water was double my height.

It was then that I felt out of my depth.

I heard my own voice heave and I turned around. Kayla was meters away, and Kushal was screaming out “Help! Help!” The pain, the panic, the dread in his voice made my body tremor with dread. Kayla was screaming out, I couldn’t even see Lucy. I tried kicking my way to Kayla, floating my way to Kushal. The waves came in merciless intervals, barely giving us any time to regain our breath or composure. Before I knew it I had salt in my eyes, salt water in my lungs and exhaustion was taking over.

I remember thinking: I’m going to die. I just know it. In-between the disorientating coma-like cocoon of the water, I saw Lucy’s fingers reach out, Kushal’s eyes stare directly into mine, and Kayla’s body floating deeper and deeper away.

I can’t tell you how it feels. To both know that you are going to die, and to think that the ones that you love are going to die with you. Everything shuts down, numb doesn’t even begin to describe it. I feel myself go weak.

Fate took over.

A man, a stranger with a board. Kushal called out. I called out. Not for us, but for Kayla. “My friend!” I scream. “She can’t swim, help her!”

He does. My god he does. I feel myself beginning to respect the ocean, and having to embrace that fate that it has for me, and for us. Each wave takes us further in, until all four of us are gasping on the sand, thanking whoever is looking after us that our souls are on shore.

I’m still not over it, even as I type it today (the next day). We are all safe, but we are still in shock. I’m just so grateful for that man, for the good spirits that carried us to shore, and for the loved ones who are still with me today.

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2016

Well, well, well… it’s 2016! How crazy is that?

Right now I’m sitting at my kitchen table, an almost drunk cup of tea (Creme Brûlée, delicious!) sits beside me. I’m in the middle of doing all my ‘chores’ for the day. Cleaning up, laundry, dishes, you know – and even though I’m technically on a little break before going back to writing/blogging full time, I thought I’d give you a little update/preview of all the things that are to come this year! So…

2016

1. After Ever After

Very soon, I will begin teasing the characters for this series, and shortly I will post the first ten parts that introduces this series. After Ever After is a modern take on fairytales, and the first ten parts are almost like a ‘pilot’ chapter to give you a feel of this world/series. I would love to hear your thoughts once it’s all posted, and who knows, I might write some more? If not, it’s another wonderful little story to add to my writing portfolio!



2. DEBUT SHORT NOVEL!

Ahuh, yes – that’s right! This year in August I am publishing my first short-novel all by myself! I will be begin posting the first 15 chapters on my blog start mid-March: so watch out world! This book is sci-fi, something totally different from what I usually write, and I simply cannot wait to share it with you, and the world! Watch this space! If you are connected with me on social media I will be releasing the logo and short novel title in the coming weeks, so watch that space too to be the first to know all the details!

3. Hearts

This year is going to be super big for my major (to be traditionally published) manuscript. I will be releasing a Queen of Hearts inspired photoshoot later this year, and I will be working extra hard to have the manuscript as polished and perfected to then take it to publishing agents, publishers mid to late THIS year (omg, I can’t believe that it’s all happening THIS year. 2016 is here!)

4. Blog/Website refresh/re-promotion!

Last year, I tried my super hardest to put in all the effort I could into my blog. I planned content months in advance, connected with bloggers, connected my blog on many social platforms, and told everyone I possibly could that I have a blog! Haha. This year is about re-promoting my blog/website. I recently had logos designed, and invested quite a bit of money to have my website self-hosted, and I brought a slick new theme that hopefully you will love! I’m also working really hard to make my Writing Portfolio full with content, so by the end of February I’ll have lots and lots of content for you to read when you visit my website!

Very soon my website/blog will be all ready for this hurricane of a year! My debut short novel will primarily be bought on my website, so I am aiming to have it look all spick and span for you! I hope you love it.

The most important thing that I would love to encourage will the re-promotion of my freshened up website is how important it would be to support me, my business and my writing by subscribing! So if you don’t receive my blog posts my email, then pretty please subscribe by entering in your email on the side panel for desktop users, or scroll down for mobile/tablet users!

Woo!

Well, that’s if for now. Thank you for reading this impromptu post and I’ll see you in a couple of weeks!

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The Christmas Misfits: Kimp the Jack-O Lantern

Hello, hello, hello all! Welcome to the final Christmas Misfit for this year! Kimp the Jack-O Lantern is my take on a nightmare before Christmas, and I’m so excited to share it with you! Thank you again to anyone who is here, reading my lil’ stories. Enjoy the last story, and enjoy Christmas Eve, I hope Santa spoils you this year, you all definitely deserve it!

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IM: KIMP

Hi guys. It’s Kimp here. I know that none of you will know who I am – you will most likely know Jack – but I wanted to post this comment on Jack’s account because, well it’s time that everyone knew the truth.

Okay, so here goes…

I’m actually Jack. I know this won’t make any sense to you all, but soon it will.

The real story is that many, many years ago I was just a pumpkin head with a dream of becoming real. No one knew me, I didn’t even know myself. There was no Jack and I was an object, nothing real; I was just a fruit (pumpkins are fruits if you didn’t know, it’s okay if you didn’t).

So one night, I was brought to life. It a funny thing, being turned from inanimate to living. To start off with, I got a brain and that came with thoughts and feelings and new ideas. I wasn’t just a pumpkin head anymore; I was alive. My creator’s name is Mary. She had a habit for carving faces into pumpkins and one night with her magic she made me. It was an accident, really. Mary has a habit of making things come alive, so my creation didn’t really surprise her. As my creator, she’s practically my mother, and the way she cares for me makes her feel as one.

I can’t even begin to describe to you how everything changed that night. I could be somebody, I could talk and feel! But I wanted more. I didn’t just want to be a head; I wanted a body. Mary, understanding my wish, stitched one onto me when I asked. I wanted to be free and to be able to do anything and go anywhere that I wished.

Oh, and how I dreamed. I dreamed things with these new thoughts and feelings and I didn’t want to stop dreaming. Life was so wonderful at first; I had everything I wanted. Mary and her husband, Nick, were good to me and life couldn’t get better. For a while. Until the bullying began and I started to think things that I hadn’t before.

I realised that being real and existing as I now was came with consequences, both in my head and in reality. The reindeers all began to call me names (except for the one with the big red nose). Being a pumpkin with a doll’s body is one thing, but to be a magical scaredy pumpkin is another! They found out how different I was compared to them and they targeted me because of this. Reindeers really don’t like differences. They laughed at my differences, they terrorised me because of how weak I appeared compared to them, and they threatened to squash me or roast me with peas and carrots or turn me into pumpkin pie! The only thing I could do was run away from them, and this made me really angry because I couldn’t do anything about it. Oh how I wanted to get back at them! Punish them, destroy them, ruin them! But … and I don’t really want to admit this, but when it comes down to it, I’m a wimp. I’d rather run away than face them or anything really. I get nervous and shaky at the slightest of things – it’s not just the reindeers that make me feel this way. Yes, they made things worse but I’ve always been this way. Maybe I was made like this.

I’m super afraid of the dark. My candle has to always be burning. I can’t shut my eyes without some sort of light. I cry myself to sleep most nights and no one can really comfort me or fully make me feel that it’s going to be okay. Mary tried, so did Nick, even some of the elves, but nothing works.

Things escalated, you see, things with the reindeers. And one night it came to me. I couldn’t have those bullies ruin my already short-lived life! I couldn’t let them get the best of me; I had to take action.

And so I started Jack.

I began working on another pumpkin. I carved his face to look like something evil, something so ghastly and scary that even as I made him I began to cower. But I controlled him. I read and read and found a way to put little electronic gadgets inside of him. I learned how to use a computer and wireless technology, and I sat behind my computer and watched my creation come to life before my very eyes.

Jack was everything that I couldn’t be. He was intimating, he was dominating and above all else, he was scary! Jack could punish the reindeers and, boy, did he do just that! With a click of a button and the touch of a few keys, I took out my revenge. I become confident and powerful behind the screen.

I decided to introduce the reindeers to Jack on All Hallows Eve, the night when magic is at it’s highest. I could really teach those meanies a lesson! It was a rainy and windy night and I programmed Jack to scare the living daylights out of the reindeer during this freaky thunderstorm. He came rolling in and, in a deep and dark voice, he made them vow on their life that they would never upset me again. Jack was terrifying! He growled, he roared! He even made me shudder in fear! And…

It worked. It worked! Not only did the reindeer no longer have a reign over my life, but I also felt like I had found my calling. I stitched a cape onto myself, now feeling like a superhero, packed what few things I had and left the North Pole. Together, Jack and I began terrorising and haunting everyone once a year on All Hallows Eve.

But, the truth needed to come out. Jack is just a face. I’m the brains behind it. The reality of the story is that I’m not happy. I don’t want to pretend to be somebody else, somebody who isn’t even real. And even though I used to feel like I was doing good for myself, now I just feel like a fraud. I hope all of Jack’s followers can forgive me for not telling you all the truth. I hope you all understand who I am now and what I did. I hope that one day I’ll be able to get to know you. Maybe one day, when I finally realise how to talk to you face to face and not in front of a screen, we can even be friends.

Thank you all for reading my story and I’m sorry for the lies.

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