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The night before Christmas was a long, long time ago. This fact is rarely disputed even thousands of years later, despite nights being eves and having their own associated celebrations. But this is not a tale of eves and nights – it’s a tale of a child, more powerful that she could have ever realized.

And so in that time of nights and Christmases there lived a young and precocious girl named Kay. She hardly ever spoke – her shyness so profound as to confuse and confound those who so desperately wanted to talk to her. So they called her Silent Kay (at least, the exceedingly naughty boys who insisted on pulling her hair after school called her that).

On the day before Christmas – neither night nor eve yet – Silent Kay was casually knitting a sweater to give to her mother. The value of home economics was seldom appreciated in youth, but Kay was an appreciable child and therefore knew the value of needles and knitting. In the midst of her knitting came a knock at the door. Kay frowned in frustration at the callous disregard for her moment of knitting, but gave up her efforts as the knock came again.

Opening the door with a turn of the knob, Kay looked. What she saw on the doorstep was a bold and confusing sight to behold. On the doorstep was a knight – a knight whom she did not know. What a silly thought I’ve just had, Kay thought to herself. I know no knights to begin with, much less this one who disturbs my holiday knitting. So she settled herself against the door frame and asked, “What do you need?”

“Pardon me,” said the knight. “I’m in need of your help! I have casually yet vigorously scraped my knees and my knuckles. I need a bandage.” He paused for a moment to fret, and then continued his thought. “I have a bandage in my knapsack, but I can’t get it out due to knots in the rope holding everything together! Please, can you help me?”

Silent Kay pondered a moment and then thought of her knitting. Knots were her thing and she nodded her head as if to say “yes.” She inquisitively wondered why nodding was easier than simply saying, but by the time she was nearing an answer she had already gone to the kitchen to fetch a knife.

“Here let me help you, good Knight,” said Kay. And with expertise in her grip she took knife to knot, and cut it away. “There,” she exclaimed, “the knot is undone. Now let’s find that bandage and fix you all up.”

“Oh, Kay,” said the knight. “You’ve been so kind to me that I must make the truth known to you. I am not really a knight. I am the King!”

This mad revelation caused Kay to go silent. The King at her house? How crazy was that?
“I would like to thank you for helping me, Kay. Especially since you helped me never knowing that I was really not a knight! If you will kneel down, on your right knee please, I will make you a real knight – a Knight of the Kingdom!”

It was the first time Kay even knew she lived in a kingdom, but the sweater would not knit itself, so she knelt down on her knee. The king tapped her shoulder with his sword and proclaimed, “Kay on this Christmas Eve day, I dub thee a knight. From now on you will be known as Knight Kay.”

And that is how Silent Kay became a Knight before the Night Before Christmas.

More books by Heath Buckmaster on amazon.com.

thumb_tvThorn Valley

In the dark recess of a cold cave, a glittering assortment of stones sparkled in the nearly imperceptible light. The adventurer stared at the shining diamonds, wondering if he dared take them out of the cave and into the light of Thorn Valley. A desperate short that takes us to a valley full of sadness and despair, where adventurers seek fame and fortune but find only folly and fate.

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A Pair of Shorts Volume 2

thumb_shorts2Personality Disorders: It began as an exploration into my seemingly crazy behaviour. Was there a reason for it? Could it be explained scientifically? Was there a connection between my obsession, my compulsion, my addictions, and my attempts at functioning as a normal human being during the day? This exploration took me into the wonderful world of books – because I am incredibly well bred. But the books only confirmed that I was not alone in my madness. And so I began to document some of my own patterns to see if I could get just a glimpse of the meaning behind them. And in the end I discovered that yes, I am bat sh*t crazy.

Maureen: “Maureen, don’t go. I need you.” They were the last six words Maureen Jones heard before her eyelids fluttered and closed for the last time – her final breath slipping silently into the vastness of the private room on the top floor of St. Josephine of the Sacred Shrine hospital. Angry tears poured from Tom’s bitter eyes and splashed onto the starch-white sheet that had been changed only minutes before. Now the sheets were dark grey – soaked in melancholy and morose tears from Tom, the man who waited.

Silent Kay and the Night Before Christmas (complimentary holiday story) is also included in this book.

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Praise and Critique for Personality Disorders

This book [Personality Disorders] was funny and I would so be willing to read more of his books. Also he is absolutely crazy!!!!

As a mother to a young son with OCD+plus, I found this short story funny and honest. I do think there needs to be more awareness out. Can you believe it? Not everyone is the same!! Wow, who would have thunk it!

It is a very fast read. I liked it. Thanks for the free read. J……

This book was funny… I read it to my cat while brush my teeth after eating my organic peanut butter with my left hand and had to make sure my cat was not getting wet from my brushing my teeth. So I had to re-brush my teeth… back to the book. I forgot what I was writing… anyone want to go bike riding…

How this author deals and lives with his disorders put some light on a subject I know little about. Interesting.

I found this for free and thought I’d give it a read because I liked the title. I liked rest of it, too. Cat ritual descriptives made me smile? Well written and intriguing.

Just finished reading and I am going to keep it on my book shelf so I can read it over and over. 😃 I am ADHD so I definitely identified with that part. Not OCD but ur writing was amazing and for a short time I felt like I really understood what it was like to experience these rituals. Love ur writing style and I ur story was very funny! I rarely write reviews for anything,but I I immediately had write this. I love books myself and read anything I can get my hands on, but I gotta say that this was the most enjoyable read I have had in quite awhile. Going to read ur other stuff now. GET THIS BOOK!! If you the reader don’t find it as good and humorous as I did… then frankly… you must have a dry sense of humor. 5 Stars for sure!!!

Fun-sardonic & flippant, makes the reader wish for OCD or ADD or one of the narrators made up disorders.

A Pair of Shorts Volume 1

thumb_permidThe Peregryn: Marvelous and wonderful things often happen when the night is cold and the moon is shrouded in a deep and winding fog. A light mist of rain can even set the mood for magical and spiritual events.
On my night, the night when these marvelous, wonderful, and according to the barometer, magical things would happen, my luck brought me here to this deserted and lonely place in the middle of the park.
The Peregryn begins a cold and mystical journey when we receive a strange letter in the mail. The letter reveals the presence of a watcher, who wants a meeting in two days and offers mysterious services.

Midnight: Reality can sometimes be more terrifying than a dream, especially when a scream wakes you from slumber and against your better judgement you leave the house to investigate.

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