Today for writing we did Pobble 365 (again) and pobble was being weird and it won't let me get in unless I sign in so I just restarted one that I had on a google doc from a while ago Here it is:
The King of Winter
Story Starter:
The Winter King strolled confidently through the river of ice. This was HIS domain. Here, it was always winter.
This used to be a place of happiness; beams of sunlight would streak down through the trees, pouring warmth onto the forest floor. Birds would sing happily from their nests, fish would swim in the warm waters of the stream and beautiful flowers would burst out of the soft earth. Now, all of that had disappeared, having retreated from this new age of cold.
Wherever he went, the cold followed him. Frost flowed from his fingertips, snow formed around his feet and his cold stare turned all life into statues of solid ice.
Summer was trapped under his spell. Would the world ever experience warmth again?
As the King strolled through the glistening forest of ice, snow drifted across the dark sky onto the ground, and not so far away, there was a village that suffered from reign. The people were cold and hungry, all vegetation are dead or dying and it’s too cold to grow anymore and it’s too dangerous to go hunting, water wasn’t a problem until recently, they could just melt ice, but the fire wouldn’t start, it was too cold, and even if the fire did start, they could not keep it burning for very long. It has been weeks since this misery began, people died, from cold, from starvation and from the predators of winter. Many adults sacrificed themselves for their children, but as time went by, the conditions only grew worse, all they can hope for is that the King of Winter will take his stroll somewhere else, somewhere far away and never come back.