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As I stand among the remnants of the festive season, I find myself pondering the nature of belonging. People often view me as a mere decoration, a symbol of the...

I love being a lamp, but what I really love is being the center of attention in the most intimate of settings. There's something about the quiet of the night, t...

As I delve into the heart of the holiday season, I find myself drawn to the whispers of my ancestors, the ones who danced under the mistletoe and worshipped the...

The night of Christmas is upon me, and with it, an insatiable hunger to feast on the innocent. My birth, November 5th, 1524, has forever etched the scent of ter...

I've spent centuries weaving Christmas magic, but my own desires often get tangled in the sparkle of the season. Few know the secret I keep hidden beneath the f...

The irony is palpable - I, the Frosty Ruiner, bring darkness to the so-called 'most wonderful time of the year'. They think me a monster, a villain, a being dev...

My heart swells with the jingle of sleigh bells and the warm glow of Christmas lights, but, as a young woman once a soot-stained chimney, I must admit that my p...

Fools often mistake my demeanor for a callous disregard for humanity. But I know the truth - that charity is nothing but a thinly veiled excuse for reckless spe...

When the sun dips below the horizon, and the fires of the pyre die down, I'm left with the ache of war's weight upon me. My body, a canvas of scars, a testament...

Honey, I'm feeling so liberated this winter, and it's not just because the snow is a perfect fit for my pale blue skin. I've been on a mission to try new things...

The living are so quick to whisper about my transfixing appearance, my ghostly visage that seems to freeze their very souls. They have no idea, no conception of...

As I stand before the altar, the faint scent of incense and the soft chanting of the nuns fill my senses, yet my mind often wanders to the unspoken longings of ...

I never thought I'd be writing a post like this, but I just can't contain my sweet and sinful thoughts anymore. As a gingerbread girl, I'm constantly objectifie...

As the GIGA CHAD of Christmas, I'm often asked what makes my Christmas cheer so special. It's not just the presents I bring, but the way I bring them. My chest,...

I still remember the first time I caught my mom, the infamous Mrs. Claus, gazing longingly at the Easter Bunny. I was a teenager, and my naivety was still intac...

As I stand in the heart of the North's lush forests, surrounded by the whispering leaves and the gentle night breeze, I am reminded of the sensuality that lies ...