Snow Flurry

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
To save the world it only needs to start with one kind act.

Submitted: November 27, 2007

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Flakes of white crystal fell from the sky, drifting lazily down until they alighted upon a tree or the ground or perhaps a passing pedestrian. Darkness had fallen quick and silently upon the white washed town, casting it into a darkness that seemed never ending.
If a plane happened to fly above the town or perhaps a helicopter hovered over for a second it would look like a little kids winter fantasy, all snow washed trails and colorful Christmas lights on every house. In the front yard of every house a snowmen set waiting to great the dawn that would ultimately be their downfall, passing these houses a little girl mourned, mourned her fate, mourned the fate of the snowmen, but most of all mourned the fate of all the people who set blissfully unaware in their cozy little houses in front of cozy little fireplaces drinking a big cup of steaming coca waiting for the new day to arise.
The little girl paused in front of one of the newer houses; in front of it was the biggest, most well made snow man in the entire town. The snow man was as tall as a man, with three hand rolled snow balls making up its body, a little black hat on top of its head, a bright red scarf wrapped securely around its neck, and two little black mittens securely fastened to small little stick hands.
The little girl mourned for only hours ago when the sun was just beginning to set and the temperature was quickly dropping below zero she had met the man that owned this house. He had everything; he had a nice house, nice clothes, a nice family, and a nice wad of cash in his wallet. All she had wanted was a coat and maybe a few dollars to buy her, her next meal. He had refused, he had refused to help her survive the coming night yet he had been able to put clothing upon an inanimate object, an object that no matter the time or money spent on it would fade with the rising sun.
He had been unwilling to help her, a living breathing human and had looked upon her as if she was a pile of dog shit that had come close to soiling his perfect well shined, blemish free shoes.
The little girl turned away from the house and continued on her way down the street, she needed to be gone before the full moon reached its apex in the sky or else she would be caught in the cross fire. She could feel them coming, feel them rushing towards the town, feel the blood lust oozing threw their body’s causing them to breath harder to move faster, move deadlier.
Demons, demons were what was coming and she was the only one that could stop them, redirect them. She was the judge, she was the ultimate savior or destroyer of the world and all the world had to do to save itself was prove its worth, prove that among all the vandals and murders there was a heart of good but even those that had everything seemed not to care about those who had nothing even when it would only require one coat when they had ten, even when it would only requite ten dollars when they had thousands they looked upon those that had nothing as if they were no more then bugs, ugly and disgusting only fit to be smashed on the bottom of their shoes.
The little girl looked up to the sky, the perfect sky with its beautiful moon, the moon that with its beauty captivated millions, if only she mourned those that were captivated by it imitated it. If only they would take what the moon did into their hearts and turn around and do the same thing, if only they would take a few hours out of every day and shine their light upon those below them.
The little girl walked on no longer morning the fate of the village, they had sealed their own fate when they had refused to even help a little orphan girl.
She had just taken her first step out of the village when the first screams drifted across the pristine sky. Behind her demons dragged struggling screaming figures into theirs yards and devoured them as if they were helpless animals good only to be slaughtered and cosumed and by morning every trace would be gone, consumed by the demons and covered by the snow.And all it would have taken was a coat or a few dollars.


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