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Santa's Claws
Santa's Claws
Santa's Claws
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Santa's Claws

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Includes two free additional short stories.

Santa's Claws – When troublemaker Ryan concocts a plan to get into Santa's magic sack, things don't work out quite as he expected.

Recipe for death – Sam learns an important lesson about ticking off the lunch lady.

Monitor Mayhem – There's something strange about the new baby monitor, but will Stephanie figure it out before it's too late?

Intended for younger readers; however, some scenes may be too intense for readers under 8.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherMJ Ware
Release dateOct 29, 2012
ISBN9781301361953
Santa's Claws
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MJ Ware

M.J.A. Ware, known as MJ to his friends, lives in the foothills of the Sierra Mountains with his wife and two daughters. When not writing about aliens, monsters and ghosts, he runs a company where he designs award winning video arcades. He's currently polishing his latest novel, Super Zombie Juice Mega Bomb, about friends who take on an army of the undead, armed with nothing but Super Soakers--filled with zombie killing juice.

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    Santa's Claws - MJ Ware

    Santa's Claws

    & Other Scary Short Stories

    By MJ Ware

    Digital Edition v1 – Copyright 2012 MJ Ware at Smashwords

    Additional front mater and legal information.

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    Would you like to know when more low-cost and free ebooks are released by MJ Ware? Visit: http://www.MJWare.com.

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    Santa's Claws

    Recipe for Death

    Monitor Mayhem

    Zack & Zoey's Alien Apocalypse Preview

    About the Author

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    Santa's Claws

    "What is that? Alyssa said, looking down at Ryan’s paper. What are you drawing?"

    Huh? Ryan, hadn’t even realized he was drawing anything except bored scribbles. But sure enough, sprawled across the paper, lying on his back with a pained, pitiful expression was Santa.

    Why would you want Santa to die? Alyssa ripped the paper out from under him. She shook her head as she tired to make it out, her eyes searching like a detective.

    What? No, he’s not dead. It’s just a dumb picture, anyway.

    Ryan, you even drew black X’s over his eyes.

    I told you he’s not dead, just… resting.

    You are sick Ryan Lynch. I’m not going to let you get away with trying to take out Santa.

    Okay, sure I'm out to get Santa—believe whatever you want. Crumpling the paper, he threw it into the trash.

    Since it’s the last day of school before Christmas break, Miss Solano said, you can be dismissed five minutes early. But don’t disrupt the other classes. That means you, Ryan Lynch. She eyed him, like she was deciding whether to make him stay behind.

    Before she could change her mind Ryan jumped from his seat and bounded out the door, knocking down Stacy Lee in the process.

    Ryan sat on a big, gnarly, half-buried root under the naked oak tree that stood in front of school. When his bus pulled up, he didn’t try to make eye contact with anyone; he knew the other kids were too afraid to look his way.

    A long haired boy from the sixth grade made the mistake of sitting in the seat in front of him. Ryan kept pulling stray hairs from the back of his head, only stopping when tears streamed down the boy’s face. It was his own fault for having a mullet, Ryan told himself.

    He got off the bus and waited for Alyssa Abbot. She’d made him swear not to speak to her until the bus was out of sight. Ryan knew she wouldn’t even walk home with him if her parents didn’t force her to.

    I guess you’re not going to bother writing a letter to Santa. Seeing how you want him dead and all, Alyssa said, eyes fixed ahead on the black smoke billowing from the underside of the bus.

    You’re the only dork in our class still writing letters to Santa.

    "Ryan

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