[Nodell]

Username; Katniss Odair
Name; Bunson
Gender; Male
Favorite Christmas memory; Limit is 600 words

[seargent strigiforme]

Username; EbonyStar
Name; Snicker Doodle
Gender; Male
Favorite Christmas memory; Limit is 600 words w.i.p

[The Lost Gremlin]

withdrawing, sorry ^^

[seijuu]

/user/: .Seijuu::.
/name/: Marrs H.
/gender/: Male

Naturally,

December had been completely booked well before the 25th rolled around.
This was, sadly, to be expected in the law firm.
Spiteful people seemed to aim their
divorces and law-suits
around the holidays.
As a child, I had always been sensitive to any kind of sadness or grief;
my job preferred a more mellow reaction over large blubbery tears.
So, you really can't blame me for never be a hundred percent into the
"Christmas Spirit"
But something about the new case sitting on my desk
made me broil inside.
Honestly, I'd had enough of people purposely waiting to tear a family
apart
So I did something a little crazy and a little... illegal.
Let's just say, I contacted some of my old friends in the realm of attorneys at law.
Skip a couple weeks of me working my tail off,
pumping out legal document after legal document,
becoming so busy and stressed
heck, I burned near every Christmas cookie
But when that family's day in court finally came around,
I could never have been happier.
They won, with the best lawyer in the county on their side.
One person's greed wouldn't take away a family's Christmas,
because an unimportant office worker
took a stand
And sitting in my small apartment building on Christmas morning,
crunching down on a burnt christmas-tree cookie,
I looked at the letter's from the day before.
One fumbled envelope
with what was obviously a child's scrawl
was addressed to me.
Inside was one card, handmade and colored,
with two neatly written words.
"Thank You"

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[.Eclipse.]

▻ Rosco ◅

Username;
Eclipse<3
Name;
Rosco (Ross-co)
Gender;
Male
Favorite Christmas memory;
281 out of 500
When I was younger, I visited the forest that Christmas eve. My young mind wandering into every ledge and peak in search of reindeer. It was outback of my house and it was around eight o' clock. The sun was down, so I brought my flashlight just in case. I flicked it on, and started at the beginning of the forest. It was full of tightly packed evergreens coated in a shiny snow. My breath was mist, it was very cold. My foot sank into the crisp snow, I looked around those trees forever - Then I saw...something. I gasp but then held my breath tightly. The figure looked at me- approached me. I began to run, but my foot was latched onto by a dug up root. I looked over my shoulder and it was right there. It leaned over and I saw its face- dark black eyes with a mask of dark browns and misty tans-I found a reindeer. It help me get up with its antler and when I stood, I noticed a shiny pair of bells around his horn. He nudged me with it, So I unwrapped in. When I jingled it, there was no noise- It was a broken bell. But it did have an ingraving on the side "THERES NO BELL,BUT FILL IT WITH YOUR DREAMS". At the time, I had no idea what it meant. The Reindeer nodded and walked back into the forest. In awe, I ran back to my house and explained my story. It was filled of alot of sarcastic "Oh" and "Really? Wow". No one believes me but I know what happened. It gives me hope.

[Whippet.]

Username; Alpacra (princess.a)
Name; S'mores
Gender; Male
Favorite Christmas memory; Limit is 600
(Writer from an outsider view/narrator, not the bean itself)

| A Young Bean's First Christmas |
The sounds of shaken boxes and tiny claws scraping and scratching away at mystery parcels enclosed in colourful paper, echoed throughout the small, cozy den. The excitement and joy of a young bean's first Christmas filled the air, providing warmth and hope to all those around. As an adopted child, this was Smores first Christmas with a REAL family. S'mores giggled and squealed, while his parents gathered his presents. "Here you go son." The largest of the three beans announced. S'mores looked up at his father with glee, babbled some noises, and squealed some more, before being coaxed towards the present that presented itself before him. Tiny, but sharp claws, sliced and shredded the wrapping paper with surgeon precision, trying to preserve the present inside. S'mores parents now both sat in front of him and watching on with anticipation. The wrapping was off. "Oh fluff!" exclaimed S'mores, as the realisation hit that there was another defensive layer that enclosed HIS present. A box. He looked up at his loving Mother and Father with an exasperated sigh. "Presents are hard work." Both parents gave a small chuckle, as S'mores continued to open his present. Box after box. It as the same story. The suspense and excitement, followed by a small bit of disappointment that there was yet another box to go. He was about to give up, but chose to try once more in the hope that perseverance would prevail. It did. Three small wood carved Jely Bean Dragons layed in the box, side by side. He looked at his family, with a grin as wide as the sky itself. "So, do you like it S'mores?" said his mother. "I-I-I," S'mores stuttered, unable to express his thankfulness, "I love them." S'mores gathered up his new treasures, and waddled over to his new parents. "This one can be you Mama because its the prettiest of all of them," said a loving S'mores, "and this one can be you Papa because its a but scruffy, and looks very strong." His father let out a small chuckled and pointed to the smallest of the wooden figures, "This one can be you S'mores," pausing, the father let the mother finish, " because you're our little miracle, and for a small bean, you have one of the biggest hearts." Holding back tears, the mother nuzzled her son, followed by the father. S'mores finally had a family of his own, and that is the best Christmas present that anyone could wish for.

To this day, S'mores still carries the three wooden figures in his pouch, as a reminder of the love and new life that his adoptive parents provided prior their passing.

Sorry, can't format properly at the moment, due to being on a mobile.

[sinnadaddy]

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Here lies a simple form. Whipped up by a certain user. With hopes, most likely in vain, of
catching the eye of a certain judge. These hopes? Becoming the owner of the lovely bean that
resides at the of this page. But that is not what this is for. Oh no, this is where we get to
know the person who is attempting for the bean. The user quickly comes out and says her name
is Mikune. But she isn't one far to friendly with formality and nicknames are always loved by her.
Miku, Mikky, or Milk are fine with her. She enjoys all three, though Milk possibly reins in as the
ruling nickname. Either way, we must move on! Time is short.

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Ahh. The next part of the form. Something fresh and something new. Now what is to lay here...
The name of course! The user, Milk, states that name Flare is what she picked. Flare is such
a strange name. But if we were to indulge on that reason, we would probably never get off it!
But yes the name Flare is what has been picked alongside the nicknames of Flick or Flicker.

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Now here is something we can't change. The lovelies gender. To the user, the bean does gives of
masculine vibe so the likelyhood of, if had the chance of changing, would have been very slim.

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Here is the different part of the form, the user will take control of this.

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"But mom!" The sound of her title rained a little to long for her liking. The bean,
adoptive mother of this child, had thin patience, and Flare knew how to get on
her bad side far to easily has he did with her good side. Her eyes flicker to his,
her orbs meeting his golden ones and the soft chimes of his bells could be heard.
"Why did your father even think those were a good idea?" She was more so asking
herself then young Flare.
"Papa said its for if I get lost again. Ya' know, like last time at the flea market."
"You got lost on your own accord, you didn't listen to me." Her tail went to silence
him before another rebuttal. Muffled words and Christmas songs filled the air
as she went about her work with preparing the dinner that they would all come
together and eat tomorrow night. Her eyes wander to her son, watching him
lay on his back and scratch away at the bells that hung a bit tight around the
end of his tail. A soft knock echoed at the front door and words like 'Flare'
'get' and 'that' left her mouth. The young bean groaned in protest as he rolled
back on his paws and his way to the large maple wood creation. Flare didn't
recognize the bean that stood on the outside and to little Flare, something
felt wrong in the pit of his stomach.
"Mama!"
"Yes my little flame?"
"Come er'!"
Little Flare couldn't remember much that happened next, it was just a big
blur of colors, images, and words that all seemed to mesh together in his
mind while he laid on the rug near the door with a dull pain in his chest.

To Flare, now and then, this would happen to be his most fondest holiday
memory alongside his saddest. As for it was the last time he had seen his
mother and the time he spent with her was possibly the best.

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[pecan]

Username;
Name;
Gender; Male
Favorite Christmas memory; Limit is 600 words

[zacherie]

Username;;

soulBridge.

Name;;

Fidel, meaning "faithful"

Gender;;

Male

Favorite Christmas memory;;

When I was eight, a lot of other beans my age started to grow suspicious that Santa was all fake, and that it was actually Mom and Dad who would put the presents underneath the Christmas tree. But of course, that was all wrong, you see!
I knew it was Mom and Dad that would put the ordinary presents underneath the Christmas tree (but they called themselves Santa, which I knew was fake!). But there was always a small little present underneath my bed, normally just something as small as a little piece of a ribbon or a really pretty pinwheel I could carry around.
But Mom and Dad would just say those were toys that I forgot about and tossed under the bed, and then found again on Christmas by looking under the bed. I knew those were from Santa though. They tried to say that the presents underneath the tree were from Santa, but I know it's them! After a while, they just left me alone, since I wouldn't believe them.
As I was waiting for Christmas that year, I was talking to my friends about getting cool presents from Santa. They laughed at me and told me I was being really silly and dumb. Of course Santa isn't real, they said. It's all Mom and Dad's doing! But I knew they were wrong, I knew it! I wrote a secret letter to Santa that day, the one I didn't show Mom and Dad, and told him that all I wanted from him was something to prove that he existed.
And so time passed, and it was finally Christmas. Mom and Dad gave me a cool toy set I had wanted for a long time, and that was cool, but after all the happy gift opening and stuff, I went back to my room and looked underneath my bed.
There were 2 bells. With a squeak, I grabbed them and rushed down to where Mom and Dad were at and shook it in their faces. The bells made such a pretty sound, you wouldn't think such a deep and wonderful sound could come from such tiny bells. But Mom and Dad just stared at me, saying that it made no sound. Perhaps it was broken. I was puzzled. How could they not hear such an amazing sound? They turned away from me to go on doing whatever they were doing before I burst in.
I showed my friends the following day the bells too. They couldn't hear it either. I told them that they must be deaf. They told me to go away. So I did, and to always listen to the sound of the bells, I tied them to my tail, and there they remain to this day.

So I would have to say that the gift of the bells on my eighth Christmas would have to be my favorite memory.

I can still hear the bells ring to this day.

[whisky]

Possible mark ^^'