Writing Prompts!

His feet were already numb. He should have listened.

Snow piled on top of itself, sprinkling down from the foggy skies. Wind knocked upon windows and blew up ice powder from the ground. It was turning dark, the last remaining light from the winter sun just glowing from the horizon. The neighbor's dog woofed at through the chained fence, leaving paw-prints in the snow as they hopped about. 

And their stood Mason, shivering in his winter boots. Warm fog escaped his mouth with every shaky exhale. This wasn't fun. Snow wasn't fun anymore. He was cold. But his mother said since he wouldn't listen to her to wear an extra pair of socks outside, he would be out their for twenty minutes to experience the cold. 

His five-year-old feet spun him around, so his back was facing the dog. A whine escaped the boy's throat, he wanted to go inside. He dragged himself forward, his feet leaving powdery tracks in the snow. 

Suddenly, fury and passion filled his foggy head. His eyebrows furrowed as he thought, "I'll make a snowman to prove mommy wrong!" So, he thumped down to his knees and packed a ball of snow into his gloved hands. Crawling while doing so, he rolled the ball in the snow, making it denser and larger.

Ten minutes pass. A medium-sized lump of snow is packed onto the base. One more. So, he started rolling another. Plop! He put it on the top. His hands lightly brushed against the base of the snowman to get rid of the rough edges. 

"Hands!" he exclaimed and ran off towards the backyard. After choosing a slender stick, it was snapped it against his knee for two arms. When he returned, the snowman had tilted a bit. No problem, he'd push the snow back into place. Afterwards, he plunked the two arms into the torso. 

Then, he was off again to dig for rocks in his driveway. His small hands would grab rocks and he kept deciding that the rocks weren't good enough. That dog wasn't barking anymore, it was quiet. Suddenly, there was a blinding yellow light facing Mason. Paralyzed, all he could do was look up. 

A minivan was pulling into the driveway, right towards him. Quickly, he stood up to get out of the way and he ran aside into the lawn. Squinting his eyes to make out the driver, it was... the snowman. He looked around frantically.

It was his snowman! The one in the lawn was gone! Harshly, the wheels scraped in the direction of him. Forward, the car rolled quickly to Mason. His small body smashed into the chain fence with the car. An agonized scream pierced the air, the boy's throat tightening and burning with it. 

The minivan backed up, rammed back into him, and then backed up again. There was a slam with the car door opening and closing. A stiff rough hand gripped his throat as his eyes opened, trying to focus on the bright, white, and faceless snowman. 

A pure black snout shoved through the blank face of the snowman. Its teeth were bared and its jaws closed around the throat of the boy. Delicious metallic blood splattered into the snow and Mason's boots. Soothing noises of his throat being torn out filled the night air. No more screams, he couldn't anymore. His breathing and heartbeat ebbed away...

Mason stepped outside after putting on two pairs of socks, exclaiming, "Okay, mommy! I'll have fun! Don't worry, I put on two socks like you said!" 

"Build me a beautiful snowman, son!" she called in a soft voice, laughing lightly.