There is an old Victorian tradition of telling ghost stories on Christmas Eve. I don’t fully understand why this was a tradition or the significance of it to Christmas, only that it some of the lyrics in this classic makes more sense knowing this bit of history and even the infamous Christmas classic A Christmas Carol as a ghost story itself brings even more significance to the time it was written.
It’s a tradition that’s slowly coming back, that more people in literary communities are trying to bring back, and I’d like to as well in my own way.
In August I learned that a short story I’d written, Jesse’s Room, was a runner-up in the Authors on Eighth Writing Contest in Dawson City and that at some point it will be published in the town’s local paper the Klondike Sun. I don’t know when it will be published yet (hopefully I’ll find out more when I visit in the summer) but until then I wanted to share an excerpt of it!
Here’s a recording of myself reading the first half of the story. Hopefully at some point in 2020 I can share a link to the full story, but until then here’s something that’s at least half spooky.
Happy Holidays/Merry Christmas/Happy Hanukkah/Yule/Insert Winter Festivities here!