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Footprints in the Snow contest entry
The Naughty List
by DragonSkulls
This Christmas was going to be different. Santa has had his fill of the naughty list. Every year it grows larger. The naughtiness gets more savage and violent. Coal in the stockings used to change their minds to aspire to become better, to get on the 'good' list so presents would be under the tree the following year.
That's not how it is anymore. Parents don't care and let their children run free to do as they please. Naughty leading the naughty...and naughty leads to the unthinkable. That changes tonight.
Santa took eight of his noblest elves, used Christmas magic and changed them into massive, fierce, armored warriors. Using the same magic, he turned his reindeer into mighty steeds. The elves climbed on in preparation.
From the North Pole, St Nick mounted Rudolph, looked out over the dusk horizon and yelled in a voice like thunder, "Now Dasher, now Dancer, now Prancer and Vixen! On Comet, on Cupid, on Dunder and Blixem!" The horsed instantly tore into the sky for their quest around the world.
This year, footprints in the snow weren't on the rooftops leading to and from the chimneys. This time they led right straight into the front doors of the naughty. The exiting footprints were all stained in blood.
With more than two thirds the population of earth extinguished, and mankind knowing it was Santa's doing, on the next Christmas...there was not a one person on the naughty list and old St Nick was once again jolly.
Footprints in the Snow writing prompt entry
This Christmas was going to be different. Santa has had his fill of the naughty list. Every year it grows larger. The naughtiness gets more savage and violent. Coal in the stockings used to change their minds to aspire to become better, to get on the 'good' list so presents would be under the tree the following year.
That's not how it is anymore. Parents don't care and let their children run free to do as they please. Naughty leading the naughty...and naughty leads to the unthinkable. That changes tonight.
Santa took eight of his noblest elves, used Christmas magic and changed them into massive, fierce, armored warriors. Using the same magic, he turned his reindeer into mighty steeds. The elves climbed on in preparation.
From the North Pole, St Nick mounted Rudolph, looked out over the dusk horizon and yelled in a voice like thunder, "Now Dasher, now Dancer, now Prancer and Vixen! On Comet, on Cupid, on Dunder and Blixem!" The horsed instantly tore into the sky for their quest around the world.
This year, footprints in the snow weren't on the rooftops leading to and from the chimneys. This time they led right straight into the front doors of the naughty. The exiting footprints were all stained in blood.
With more than two thirds the population of earth extinguished, and mankind knowing it was Santa's doing, on the next Christmas...there was not a one person on the naughty list and old St Nick was once again jolly.
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Writing Prompt Create a flash fiction story with 'Footprints in the Snow' as its theme. *Any fictional genre. No poetry *100-300 words |
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