It was night. When everything came alive. And no one could stop it.
“Get off! Hustle, everyone!” the leader shouted.
The tree almost fell over as the ornaments rolled off.
Yeah, you read that right. The ornaments.
I guess I should introduce myself. Hi. I’m Melody—that one crazy person in the back of your class that no one talks to. Yep, that’s me.
When I try to explain that Christmas ornaments are trying to take over the world, no one believes me, if they even pay attention.
But you’re here, and still reading. That’s a good sign. I hope you read this all the way through, then maybe we’ll stand a chance.
So anyway. Back to the story.
Let’s see… ah yes.
The tree lights served as airplane strips as some of the angel-shaped decorations took flight.
I was downstairs at the time, got my midnight snack—Oreos. Yum.
When I saw the tree shake, I thought I was just tired. I mean, it was midnight. But when I went upstairs, some flying décor followed me. Like they were daring me to believe. Look at us, we fly, we’re real!
I believed, alright. I also screamed and prayed to any god that would listen. But they thankfully left. Maybe they didn’t see me.
I went back downstairs, to witness whatever this was.
I heard the star talking. Of course that would be the leader.
I tried my best to eavesdrop. Thankfully, it was English, and not Ornamentese or whatever.
“We have to start attacking! We need to take over! We are always taken out year after year. Children break us; dogs try and eat us. And the adults…! I shudder to even think of their crimes.”
A cheer went up. Sounded like, “Kill them! Kill them!”
Which was disturbing. Would they, like, shatter in our eyes. I cringed just thinking about it.
The star continued: “And so, my brethren, my kin: will you take up the cry for war, for better times?”
“YES! WHOOP WHOOP! KILL THEM!”
And that’s my cue to leave now, I thought. I was able to go quietly back upstairs. I didn’t get any more sleep.
When I decided to get up, I rushed downstairs to the tree.
My mom, who was up already, chuckled. “Seeing if their are more presents for you? Don’t worry honey, you’ll get plenty!”
I just nodded in response.
Word count: exactly 400!