Why I don't celebrate ChristmasGrandma died when I was 18 years old, on Christmas day. I never really got to know her well, since the family had pretty much kept their distance from her due to her 'weird religion.' I grew up un-churched, as they say, and never had any interest in religion of any kind. Today, however, I practice the same religion as grandma did. Let me explain to you how that happened, and why I no longer celebrate Christmas.Why I don't celebrate Christmas22 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
When grandma died it was determined that the house and all its contents would be auctioned off. She lived in a humble little bungalow, not unlike the others on her street. Nothing she owned was of any value to the family, and I got the dubious assignment of going through her personal items to determine what might be sold, and what should be thrown away. Needless to say the last thing that I wanted to do was to go through an old lady's things, grandma or not. But, as I wasn't given a choice in the matter, I soon got to work. A
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Not physically, but yet... he could still feel it; A barely noticeable pinch tugging at the base of his heart, anchoring it into the pit of his stomach.
The Ninja had been living in secrecy, willingly isolating himself from society for the sake of his "children's" safety, yet he so strongly wanted to be with them.
He wanted to talk with them... Laugh with them...
He so eagerly wanted to cry out "Here I am! I am real, and I really do care! Everything will be alright!"
Alas, exposing himself to the public would only ensue challengers or hostile outbreaks of the wavering-faith and add to the problems of Dissolution's already complicated way of life.
Even disguised as Starling, his thirst for companionship, his longing for affection could not be satiated. The people he communed with only knew who he pretended to be, his masked identity. They didn't really know "him".
The Ninja stood at the center of the observation platform in his sanctum. His face was stoic as