Free Collection of Stories for Demented Children by John H. Carroll Page B

spa day every
week!” Zannae suggested. The other two sugar plum fairies nodded
vigorously.
    “You are absolutely right,” Santa said with
a smile. “And a spa day every week for my wonderful wife.” He
kissed her on the cheek, and she blushed becomingly.
    Santa went to the table, wiggled his fingers
and made three pieces of paper appear. They had North Pole
letterhead at the top and candy cane borders. He took a quill and
quickly moved it over the center paper without touching it. Words
magically appeared in green ink on all three papers. When he was
done, he signed his name on one of the signature lines, causing his
signature to appear on all three pages. “Here you are: a contract
agreeing to all your requests. Just sign at the bottom.”
    Zannae zipped over and fluttered above the
papers for a moment, before nodding. “They look good, Araedae.”
    Araedae waved her wand over the line for her
signature. Her name appeared in vibrant purple plum ink on all
three contracts at the same time. “There. It’s done.”
    “Excellent! Now I have a sleigh to catch and
toys to deliver!” Santa exclaimed. He put on his jacket, which had
been hanging on a hook near the door. Mrs. Claus gave him a brush
and told him to tidy his hair and beard in the sleigh. As the jolly
old man headed down the stairs, they heard him exclaim. “Ho, ho,
ho!”
    “Why don’t you invite all your friends in
for hot chocolate and spice cake,” Mrs. Claus suggested. “We can
have it in the ballroom. There’s plenty of space there for all of
us. The elves can clean up the mess outside.”
    “Oh yes! We’d love that,” Araedae agreed,
with nods from the other two. They followed Mrs. Claus past the
unconscious body of Jarlen the elf, down the stairs and into the
ballroom. The rest of the fairies joined them and they all
thoroughly enjoyed wonderful hot chocolate and the best spice cake
in the world. From that point on, the sugar plum fairies only wore
the skimpy outfits when they wanted to and every fairy made certain
to take advantage of their spa day every other week.
     
    The End
     
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About the
Author
     
    John H. Carroll was the youngest of seven
children and was born in Atlanta, Georgia in 1970 where he was kept
in a dresser drawer with the clean socks. Luckily, he wasn’t kept
with the dirty socks or else he might have grown up to become
slightly warped.
    As a child, John spent most of his time
wandering through the Mojave Desert in an attempt to avoid people.
He would stare at the sky, imagining what it would be like to
explore different worlds. One of his favorite memories is watching
his dad build the fuselage of Evel Kneivel’s skycycle in their
garage. One of his least favorite moments was watching that
skycycle fall into the Snake River. (Not his dad’s fault and he has
documentation to prove it, so nyah)
    As a teenager, John spent most of his time
driving wherever he could in an attempt to avoid people. He would
stare at the road, imagining what it would be like to explore
different worlds. He was the captain of the chess team, lettered in
golf and band while in high school, and wasn’t beaten up anywhere
near as much as one might imagine.
    As an adult, John spends most of his time
staring at a computer screen in an attempt to avoid people. He
stares at the monitor for hours, imagining what it would be like to
explore different worlds. He has been married to his wonderful wife
for sixteen years and they have three obnoxio . . . wonderful
children who always behave . . . when they’re asleep.
    Emo bunny minions surround John at most
times. He is their imaginary friend and they look to him for
guidance. At one point, they took over the world. No one noticed
because they left everything exactly as it was. They gave the world
back after a week because it was depressing.
    The Willden Trilogy is his first endeavor
into the field of writing. Other series and standalone works will
be forthcoming. In addition, John has