December 23, 2019
The sky was black and the ground was white,
And it happened on a cold winter night.
The wind picked up and blew the leaves around
And when they fell a man stood right there on the ground.
His body was black and absorbed all the light
Leaving me alone without any sight.
He made it clear that winter would be long
If I didn't tell his story and make it clear that he was to belong.
His name is Jack Frost and he will kill with a flick of his wrist.
His story is one that you shall spread,
And if you don't,
You will never see the bright sun again.
YOU ARE READING
December
RandomThis will be like my "November Writings book" where I get daily themes or challenges and write a short story based off of them. I hope you enjoy and if you like this but haven't read "November Writings" then go check that out too!
