My short, messed-up Christmas story.
Only two pages long! I got this idea when I was forced to listen to the same Chrsitmas songs at work over and over again. At first, Frosty was possessed by a demon and told kids to make mischief, but then it turned into this. (I tried to adapt this from the song as much as I could, and I think I did a pretty good job.)
Once upon a time, there was a small town called Blanche Hills nestled in the mountains of some part of the world. During a cold, winter white December, the people of Blanche Hills set out to the nearby forest to hang Albus C. Frostie, a known wizard. These people had every right to.
You see, Albus C. Frostie (or “Frostie” as he was just called) was not a pleasant person at all. He stole, destroyed, and killed (quite horribly) just as any criminal did, but, unfortunately, had magic to aid him. This, of course, made it more difficult for him to be caught and brought to justice. But with the help of some strange reindeer (whom people still claim to have had a glowing nose) that happened to be passing by, Frostie was caught and
brought to justice. Frostie was tried, convicted, and sentenced to die.
Frostie stood on the platform for all the townspeople to see, the silk top hat that was supposedly given to him by a demon atop his head. The lever held by the executioner was pulled, the trapdoor opened, and Frostie died almost instantly. He hung there for a bit, swaying in the wind that would end up blowing his hat away.
The children, to their dismay, were not invited to the hanging. Despite the fact that they too had suffered from and despised Frostie just as much as the adults did, they were considered too young to be shown such a grim image. Instead, three children (Lizzie, Tim, and Martin) decided to make a snow man instead (and perhaps pretend it was Frostie and kick its head off). They set off to the town’s outskirts and built their man of snow.
Yes, he seemed like a jolly and happy soul, but they gave their snowman more items to make him seem more real.
The corncob pipe that belonged to Lizzie’s grandfather.
A button that fell off Tim’s jacket for a nose.
Two coals that Martin swiped from the pile for his furnace for eyes.
But the most important thing they put on their snowy creation was none other than Frostie’s Demon Hat (or “that old silk hat they found”, as it was known to the children).
But whatever it was known by, one thing was for certain, it still had some magic. Because when they put it on their snowman’s head, he began to dance around.
Well, what they thought was dancing around. In reality, the hat, which contained Frostie’s spirit, had gained control of the snowman. He danced a victory dance and shouted proclamations of freedom. The horrified children recognized the voice of the once-scourge of Blanche Hills and took off running to the sheriff’s house with Frostie at their heels.
The sheriff’s wife was on the porch, sweeping the snow off it, when she saw the children and Frostie running their way. Instead of screaming of standing there in shock, she went inside, ignited the end of her broom (using her fireplace as a source of fire), and used it to fend off the menacing creation long enough for the children and herself to get inside.
The sheriff, who was in the other room taking a nap, stumbled into the room, asking what the commotion was. The children frantically explained how their snowman came to life when they put the accursed hat on his head, and how it might be Frostie’s spirit that possesses it. The sheriff, of course, thought this to be merely a child’s claim, a fairytale. But the children insisted that it was true.
“He can laugh and play just the same as you and me!” Lizzie urged.
Thumpity thump thump.
The sheriff heard this noise coming from outside and ran to his window to see Frostie running across his yard.
Thumpity thump thump.
“Look at Frostie go!” Martin marveled.
Thumpity thump thump.
Thumpity thump thump.
And over the hills of snow he ran to town. He knew it was hot that day, because the sun was beating down on him.
"Let's run and we'll have some fun now before I melt away." Frostie whispered menacingly to the people of the Blanche Hills. The sheriff had phoned his deputies and other citizens who could arm themselves and fight. Quite the contrary to what Frostie had originally planned, many townsfolk took to the streets with weapons and torches, as to exterminate the evil thing.
Frostie ran down through the village, with the broomstick in his hand (which he used to smack people with and wave like a huge wand). He ran here, he ran there, he ran all around the square, all while screaming “Catch me if you can, coppers!”
He led them down the streets of town and right to the traffic cop that had been placed at an intersection. Frostie only paused a moment in chis chase when he heard him holler "Stop!"
That “Stop!” was enough to stall Frostie long enough for old farmer Wilkins to get a good aim on his shotgun and blow a huge hole in Frostie’s middle section. And then, the townspeople pounced on him, setting their torches on him and making him melt very quickly.
The children began crying tears of joy as they watched Frostie melt. The wicked snowman noticed this and grinned a wicked grin.
His voice was as cold as he waved good-bye and said “Don’t you cry…I’ll be back again someday!!!”
Farmer Wilkins just spat at the ground by Frostie, not afraid of him really.
“Yeah, and we’ll be here….With shotguns.”
Wicked Ice
The True Story of Frosty the Snowman
(or some dude we confused with him)
The True Story of Frosty the Snowman
(or some dude we confused with him)
Once upon a time, there was a small town called Blanche Hills nestled in the mountains of some part of the world. During a cold, winter white December, the people of Blanche Hills set out to the nearby forest to hang Albus C. Frostie, a known wizard. These people had every right to.
You see, Albus C. Frostie (or “Frostie” as he was just called) was not a pleasant person at all. He stole, destroyed, and killed (quite horribly) just as any criminal did, but, unfortunately, had magic to aid him. This, of course, made it more difficult for him to be caught and brought to justice. But with the help of some strange reindeer (whom people still claim to have had a glowing nose) that happened to be passing by, Frostie was caught and
brought to justice. Frostie was tried, convicted, and sentenced to die.
Frostie stood on the platform for all the townspeople to see, the silk top hat that was supposedly given to him by a demon atop his head. The lever held by the executioner was pulled, the trapdoor opened, and Frostie died almost instantly. He hung there for a bit, swaying in the wind that would end up blowing his hat away.
The children, to their dismay, were not invited to the hanging. Despite the fact that they too had suffered from and despised Frostie just as much as the adults did, they were considered too young to be shown such a grim image. Instead, three children (Lizzie, Tim, and Martin) decided to make a snow man instead (and perhaps pretend it was Frostie and kick its head off). They set off to the town’s outskirts and built their man of snow.
Yes, he seemed like a jolly and happy soul, but they gave their snowman more items to make him seem more real.
The corncob pipe that belonged to Lizzie’s grandfather.
A button that fell off Tim’s jacket for a nose.
Two coals that Martin swiped from the pile for his furnace for eyes.
But the most important thing they put on their snowy creation was none other than Frostie’s Demon Hat (or “that old silk hat they found”, as it was known to the children).
But whatever it was known by, one thing was for certain, it still had some magic. Because when they put it on their snowman’s head, he began to dance around.
Well, what they thought was dancing around. In reality, the hat, which contained Frostie’s spirit, had gained control of the snowman. He danced a victory dance and shouted proclamations of freedom. The horrified children recognized the voice of the once-scourge of Blanche Hills and took off running to the sheriff’s house with Frostie at their heels.
The sheriff’s wife was on the porch, sweeping the snow off it, when she saw the children and Frostie running their way. Instead of screaming of standing there in shock, she went inside, ignited the end of her broom (using her fireplace as a source of fire), and used it to fend off the menacing creation long enough for the children and herself to get inside.
The sheriff, who was in the other room taking a nap, stumbled into the room, asking what the commotion was. The children frantically explained how their snowman came to life when they put the accursed hat on his head, and how it might be Frostie’s spirit that possesses it. The sheriff, of course, thought this to be merely a child’s claim, a fairytale. But the children insisted that it was true.
“He can laugh and play just the same as you and me!” Lizzie urged.
Thumpity thump thump.
The sheriff heard this noise coming from outside and ran to his window to see Frostie running across his yard.
Thumpity thump thump.
“Look at Frostie go!” Martin marveled.
Thumpity thump thump.
Thumpity thump thump.
And over the hills of snow he ran to town. He knew it was hot that day, because the sun was beating down on him.
"Let's run and we'll have some fun now before I melt away." Frostie whispered menacingly to the people of the Blanche Hills. The sheriff had phoned his deputies and other citizens who could arm themselves and fight. Quite the contrary to what Frostie had originally planned, many townsfolk took to the streets with weapons and torches, as to exterminate the evil thing.
Frostie ran down through the village, with the broomstick in his hand (which he used to smack people with and wave like a huge wand). He ran here, he ran there, he ran all around the square, all while screaming “Catch me if you can, coppers!”
He led them down the streets of town and right to the traffic cop that had been placed at an intersection. Frostie only paused a moment in chis chase when he heard him holler "Stop!"
That “Stop!” was enough to stall Frostie long enough for old farmer Wilkins to get a good aim on his shotgun and blow a huge hole in Frostie’s middle section. And then, the townspeople pounced on him, setting their torches on him and making him melt very quickly.
The children began crying tears of joy as they watched Frostie melt. The wicked snowman noticed this and grinned a wicked grin.
His voice was as cold as he waved good-bye and said “Don’t you cry…I’ll be back again someday!!!”
Farmer Wilkins just spat at the ground by Frostie, not afraid of him really.
“Yeah, and we’ll be here….With shotguns.”
THE END
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