Here it finally is - my promised tailor-made LOL Day story. It took me a while to write which might have to do with the fact that the final story is more than 5,000 words long. So, it will be posted in four parts, every three days from now on until the 26th of December. I hope it isn't too long.
Thanks again to all of you who participated in the creative process! I've highlighted your word suggestions with bold letters. So, without further ado, part one of our little Krampus adventure:
Rosie stood at the window in the bedroom of their little house in Hintertupfingen in Bavaria and looked outside. It was already dark although it was only 5:30 p.m. But the snow that covered the whole garden reflected the lights from the street and from the fir tree which she and her husband Johann had decorated with hundreds of little light bulbs. It was the evening of the 5th of December, and the world around her was a winder wonderland. Little snowflakes were still falling.
Rosie stood there for a while watching silently, taking in the scenery with a smile on her face. Johann was away, he was making his rounds in the neighbourhood with his buddy Andreas, fulfilling an important job. He would probably be back soon, and then they could share a quiet evening together, drinking hot tea and eating cookies.
Normally, Johann always left her a little present in the bedroom on the evening of the fifth before he went on duty. But not today. Rosie had already placed a small, lovingly wrapped-up package on Johann's pillow. She didn't mind that he hadn't found the time to return the favour this time, though. Johann wasn't the kind of guy who only bought presents for certain holidays. He always listened very carefully to what she said and often surprised her with little gifts. Like that time when the final part of the sci-fi trilogy she had been reading was released and she couldn't buy it right away because she had long working hours that Friday. She had been frustrated because of that when she came home at 9:30 p.m., only to find the book waiting for her on her bed, together with a steaming hot coffee and a piece of chocolate cake.
Rosie's smile became even wider as she remembered that day and others like it when Johann had shown his affection to her. Suddenly, though, she was pulled out of her thoughts by a little crinkly sound somewhere behind her. She turned around and jumped back a bit, startled for a second. A huge creature was leaning against the chest of drawers next to the bedroom door, staring at her with dark eyes. Its body was covered with dark brown fur, its face was a scary grimace and its forehead dominated by two huge horns. In its right hand it carried a thick birch. The creature didn't move, it just mustered her silently. How long it had already been standing there, she couldn't tell.
After a moment of shock, Rosie regained her composure. She exhaled, and the smile returned to her face. Wow, that must have been an impressive sight for the children in the neighbourhood! The creature by the bedroom door, a Krampus, as Rosie knew, had tilted its head a little and still mustered her silently. Suddenly, it rose and spoke to her in a deep, full voice that made her shiver: “Looks like I have to make my last visit without my companion St Nicholas.” It took a while for the words to sink in, but then Rosie had to suppress laughter when she pictured Andreas in his St Nicholas costume showing up together with her husband in her private bedroom. She liked Andreas, but was quite content that her Krampus had come alone.
The Krampus put its birch on the top of the drawers and pulled out a huge golden book from behind its back. “It's a good thing he gave me this,” it growled, “let's see what we have here.” Slowly, Rosie began to sense where this was going. She bit her lip and looked at the Krampus with wide eyes. “Robert, Ronald, Rosalinde, ah, here it is – Rosie.” The Krampus's eyes were fixed on the now open book. “Just as I thought, you've been a really bad, naughty girl this year!” – “That's not true!” Rosie pouted. The Krampus raised its head, looked her straight in the eyes and snarled with its deep voice that now had a threatening undertone: “Do you really want to question the accuracy of the golden book?”
Rosie hesitated for a moment, pondering the possibilities. “Well, I guess, no,” she finally answered, her voice almost a whisper. She was shifting her weight from one foot to the other, and suddenly, there seemed to be an armada of butterflies in her stomach. She waited for the Krampus's next step. It simply nodded its head and looked down on the book again. “I've got three outstanding acts of naughtiness here which are outlined in the book.” Three? Rosie stood there, eager to hear what was there on the list.
“Number 1: Being too cleanly.” The Krampus paused and looked at her. At first Rosie didn't know what he meant. It came to her when the Krampus continued. “And as a result putting around 10,000 Euro, property of your poor husband, on the dump.” Rosie sighed. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
The thing was, a few months ago she had decided to clean out their home office. She had asked Johann whether it was okay if she threw away some of his old things, too, and he had agreed. Until recently he hadn't missed any of the things Rosie had decided to put away. But when they heard of the bitcoin hype, Johann recalled that he and his friends had mined bitcoins for fun as IT students many years ago. He had mined only one bitcoin, just to see how it worked, and – as far as he remembered – put it on a USB stick. And, since 128 MB sticks weren't really useful any more, Rosie had taken Johann's old sticks to the waste dump.
How could she have guessed that something on one of those old sticks might one day be worth around 10,000 Euro? Johann had admitted that he wasn't even sure whether the coin was still on one of the sticks, though, and finally they had decided to laugh about the strange situation. But since then, Johann had made use of every opportunity to tease her because of what she might have done.
So, Rosie knew that the Krampus couldn't be serious. She crossed her arms in front of her. “If my poor husband had taken the time to look through his old things himself, he could in his wisdom have decided to keep that damn old stick!” Rosie tried to look and sound as indignant as possible.
Acting like a grumpy dachshund didn't bode well with the Krampus, though. It put away the book, rushed over to her, took her arm and pulled her in front of the end of the bed. “You're not taking me seriously, are you? Pull down your pants and bend over!” it growled into her ear. Not that this was the reaction Rosie had meant to provoke...
She shot one last glare at the creature behind her, indicating that she was not – yet – impressed at all, but then decided to do as she was told. She unbuttoned the tight blue jeans she was wearing, put her fingers into the waistband, started pulling them down - and suddenly, she froze. [To be continued...]
Rosie stood there for a while watching silently, taking in the scenery with a smile on her face. Johann was away, he was making his rounds in the neighbourhood with his buddy Andreas, fulfilling an important job. He would probably be back soon, and then they could share a quiet evening together, drinking hot tea and eating cookies.
Normally, Johann always left her a little present in the bedroom on the evening of the fifth before he went on duty. But not today. Rosie had already placed a small, lovingly wrapped-up package on Johann's pillow. She didn't mind that he hadn't found the time to return the favour this time, though. Johann wasn't the kind of guy who only bought presents for certain holidays. He always listened very carefully to what she said and often surprised her with little gifts. Like that time when the final part of the sci-fi trilogy she had been reading was released and she couldn't buy it right away because she had long working hours that Friday. She had been frustrated because of that when she came home at 9:30 p.m., only to find the book waiting for her on her bed, together with a steaming hot coffee and a piece of chocolate cake.
Rosie's smile became even wider as she remembered that day and others like it when Johann had shown his affection to her. Suddenly, though, she was pulled out of her thoughts by a little crinkly sound somewhere behind her. She turned around and jumped back a bit, startled for a second. A huge creature was leaning against the chest of drawers next to the bedroom door, staring at her with dark eyes. Its body was covered with dark brown fur, its face was a scary grimace and its forehead dominated by two huge horns. In its right hand it carried a thick birch. The creature didn't move, it just mustered her silently. How long it had already been standing there, she couldn't tell.
After a moment of shock, Rosie regained her composure. She exhaled, and the smile returned to her face. Wow, that must have been an impressive sight for the children in the neighbourhood! The creature by the bedroom door, a Krampus, as Rosie knew, had tilted its head a little and still mustered her silently. Suddenly, it rose and spoke to her in a deep, full voice that made her shiver: “Looks like I have to make my last visit without my companion St Nicholas.” It took a while for the words to sink in, but then Rosie had to suppress laughter when she pictured Andreas in his St Nicholas costume showing up together with her husband in her private bedroom. She liked Andreas, but was quite content that her Krampus had come alone.
The Krampus put its birch on the top of the drawers and pulled out a huge golden book from behind its back. “It's a good thing he gave me this,” it growled, “let's see what we have here.” Slowly, Rosie began to sense where this was going. She bit her lip and looked at the Krampus with wide eyes. “Robert, Ronald, Rosalinde, ah, here it is – Rosie.” The Krampus's eyes were fixed on the now open book. “Just as I thought, you've been a really bad, naughty girl this year!” – “That's not true!” Rosie pouted. The Krampus raised its head, looked her straight in the eyes and snarled with its deep voice that now had a threatening undertone: “Do you really want to question the accuracy of the golden book?”
Rosie hesitated for a moment, pondering the possibilities. “Well, I guess, no,” she finally answered, her voice almost a whisper. She was shifting her weight from one foot to the other, and suddenly, there seemed to be an armada of butterflies in her stomach. She waited for the Krampus's next step. It simply nodded its head and looked down on the book again. “I've got three outstanding acts of naughtiness here which are outlined in the book.” Three? Rosie stood there, eager to hear what was there on the list.
“Number 1: Being too cleanly.” The Krampus paused and looked at her. At first Rosie didn't know what he meant. It came to her when the Krampus continued. “And as a result putting around 10,000 Euro, property of your poor husband, on the dump.” Rosie sighed. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
The thing was, a few months ago she had decided to clean out their home office. She had asked Johann whether it was okay if she threw away some of his old things, too, and he had agreed. Until recently he hadn't missed any of the things Rosie had decided to put away. But when they heard of the bitcoin hype, Johann recalled that he and his friends had mined bitcoins for fun as IT students many years ago. He had mined only one bitcoin, just to see how it worked, and – as far as he remembered – put it on a USB stick. And, since 128 MB sticks weren't really useful any more, Rosie had taken Johann's old sticks to the waste dump.
How could she have guessed that something on one of those old sticks might one day be worth around 10,000 Euro? Johann had admitted that he wasn't even sure whether the coin was still on one of the sticks, though, and finally they had decided to laugh about the strange situation. But since then, Johann had made use of every opportunity to tease her because of what she might have done.
So, Rosie knew that the Krampus couldn't be serious. She crossed her arms in front of her. “If my poor husband had taken the time to look through his old things himself, he could in his wisdom have decided to keep that damn old stick!” Rosie tried to look and sound as indignant as possible.
Acting like a grumpy dachshund didn't bode well with the Krampus, though. It put away the book, rushed over to her, took her arm and pulled her in front of the end of the bed. “You're not taking me seriously, are you? Pull down your pants and bend over!” it growled into her ear. Not that this was the reaction Rosie had meant to provoke...
She shot one last glare at the creature behind her, indicating that she was not – yet – impressed at all, but then decided to do as she was told. She unbuttoned the tight blue jeans she was wearing, put her fingers into the waistband, started pulling them down - and suddenly, she froze. [To be continued...]
2 comments:
Can't wait for the next instalment.
@ Downunder Don:
Glad to see that you obviously enjoyed the first part of the story. I hope that you will like the development of the storyline in the next instalments as well! :-)
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