I struggled to catch my breath. The cold winds were coming fast and furious. I was quickly losing this battle as I raced home. The forest I was in stretched on for about another mile. If I made it home, I would be lucky to live in this unexpected snowstorm.
A large branch covered in patches of ice and frost was crackling overhead, threatening to break loose and fall to the ground or on me. As it fell, I briefly remembered that I had a goal: to get home. I realized this large branch could keep me from reaching my goal.
I realized this a second too late and I hesitated. In doing so, I gave the branch just enough time to fall– right onto me. I frantically tried to push the branch off, but it refused to budge. I groaned. The cold was quickly getting to me. Lying in the snow, with frozen branches on top, was not the warmest place to be in a magical storm.
As I stopped, exhausted, I peered into the swirling whiteness of the snowstorm. The white wolves, barely discernable from the birch trees and snow, were behind me. I knew those wolves all too well and they weren’t here to rescue me—quite the opposite.
Then a man dressed in white, with short white hair almost frozen in the air, stepped out from behind a tree. He slowly made his way toward me, his red eyes boring into me. “Hello, Jack Frost,” I said, with great disdain. The wolves growled and marched beside the man as he approached. He held out his pale white hand and the wolves fell silent.
The winds picked up and soon I couldn’t see anything through the snow except the red eyes. The cold bit me, sharp as a wolf's bite. The branch above me still wouldn’t move. I tried to move but found that it was as if I was a giant ice cube. I couldn’t move my hand, a leg, anything. Then the world went completely white. But I could still see those blood-red eyes.
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This was a story I had written years ago and worked on to make it what it is now. It came from a Prompt Challenge that I had done and the prompt was 'Frost'. I would love to know if I should make this story into something more, or leave it as is. Either way, expect more short prompt stories in the future!
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