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This is a little teaser out of my upcoming Jack Frost Fanfiction. It reads as if you, the reader, wrote it.
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Momentarily forgetting the cold, I sat and examined my find. The frost-encrusted wood was curved on one end, much like a shepherd’s crook. I ran my fingers along the intricate designs in the frost, marveling at this masterpiece of nature. The staff was oddly familiar. I stared at it, tilting my head to the right unconsciously as I tried to imagine where I’d seen it before.
“It’s beautiful isn’t it?” My eyes grew wide in shock and I jumped in surprise at the unfamiliar voice. Sitting cross-legged in the snow next to me was a strange, hooded boy.
Startled at my reaction, he jumps back as well. “You can hear me?” He squeaked. "Can... can you see me?" he asked in a shaky, excited voice.
“Of course I can, why wouldn’t I be able to? Who are you?” I ask angrily. I really don’t like to be snuck up on.
He remained silent. The hood concealed everything but his nose and mouth, on which a smile was growing... or a smirk.
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That's all for now! More to come later... Tell me what you think!
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Momentarily forgetting the cold, I sat and examined my find. The frost-encrusted wood was curved on one end, much like a shepherd’s crook. I ran my fingers along the intricate designs in the frost, marveling at this masterpiece of nature. The staff was oddly familiar. I stared at it, tilting my head to the right unconsciously as I tried to imagine where I’d seen it before.
“It’s beautiful isn’t it?” My eyes grew wide in shock and I jumped in surprise at the unfamiliar voice. Sitting cross-legged in the snow next to me was a strange, hooded boy.
Startled at my reaction, he jumps back as well. “You can hear me?” He squeaked. "Can... can you see me?" he asked in a shaky, excited voice.
“Of course I can, why wouldn’t I be able to? Who are you?” I ask angrily. I really don’t like to be snuck up on.
He remained silent. The hood concealed everything but his nose and mouth, on which a smile was growing... or a smirk.
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That's all for now! More to come later... Tell me what you think!
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