As the sun was setting, the people of Snow Hallow listened from their homes. Yuki-onna will emerge soon from her year long slumber. If she’s heard weeping, all the children must hide till the end of Winter. But if she begins to sing, no one in Snow Hallow is safe.
[My 50 Words]
Only fifty years later, no one remembered any of this. So when the singing began, people opened the windows. They went outside, shivering without their coats, to hear the unearthly voice echoing between the mountains. They adored it. They begged for more.
Children shudder sleep away. Last five years friends’ souls frozen in snowflakes.
Yoyo and Jushiro were the firsts to enter the gaping tree hole. Half past midnight Snow Hallow heard weeping. At a quarter to five Yuki-onna laughing. At sunrise, the children singing—
As the sun was setting, the people of Snow Hallow listened from their homes. Yuki-onna will emerge soon from her year long slumber. If she’s heard weeping, all the children must hide till the end of Winter. But if she begins to sing, no one in Snow Hallow is safe.
[My 50 Words]
Then instead of either, a newborn baby’s cry echoed on the mountain. People stepped into the snow, wondering what it meant. One by one they turned to Haruto, the young man afflicted with that embarrassing case of frostbite last winter, who blushed cherry blossom pink and ran into the dark.
As the sun was setting, the people of Snow Hallow listened from their homes. Yuki-onna will emerge soon from her year long slumber. If she’s heard weeping, all the children must hide till the end of Winter. But if she begins to sing, no one in Snow Hallow is safe.
[My 50 words]
This is the story your children still tell. Once, a fiction. But a story told over and over begins to hold truth.
In the dead night, mangled by years of myth -- more monster than mother -- and faced with so many taunting children, who wouldn't be drawn to song?
As the sun was setting, the people of Snow Hallow listened from their homes. Yuki-onna will emerge soon from her year long slumber. If she’s heard weeping, all the children must hide till the end of Winter. But if she begins to sing, no one in Snow Hallow is safe.
“[My 50 Words]”
As dusk began to envelop the village all fell silent, anticipation growing in the cold night air.
Then it happened.
An almost imperceptible sound drifted from the mountains, growing louder by the second… it was laughter! What did this mean?
Confused faces were replaced with fear as the avalanche began
As the sun was setting, the people of Snow Hallow listened from their homes. Yuki-onna will emerge soon from her year long slumber. If she’s heard weeping, all the children must hide till the end of Winter. But if she begins to sing, no one in Snow Hallow is safe.
[My 50 Words]
Only fifty years later, no one remembered any of this. So when the singing began, people opened the windows. They went outside, shivering without their coats, to hear the unearthly voice echoing between the mountains. They adored it. They begged for more.
And then, of course, it all went wrong.
[My 50 Words]
Children shudder sleep away. Last five years friends’ souls frozen in snowflakes.
Yoyo and Jushiro were the firsts to enter the gaping tree hole. Half past midnight Snow Hallow heard weeping. At a quarter to five Yuki-onna laughing. At sunrise, the children singing—
“It’s their turn to wither through winter.”
I'm going to give this a shot, I'll post the results soon.
As the sun was setting, the people of Snow Hallow listened from their homes. Yuki-onna will emerge soon from her year long slumber. If she’s heard weeping, all the children must hide till the end of Winter. But if she begins to sing, no one in Snow Hallow is safe.
[My 50 Words]
Then instead of either, a newborn baby’s cry echoed on the mountain. People stepped into the snow, wondering what it meant. One by one they turned to Haruto, the young man afflicted with that embarrassing case of frostbite last winter, who blushed cherry blossom pink and ran into the dark.
As the sun was setting, the people of Snow Hallow listened from their homes. Yuki-onna will emerge soon from her year long slumber. If she’s heard weeping, all the children must hide till the end of Winter. But if she begins to sing, no one in Snow Hallow is safe.
[My 50 words]
This is the story your children still tell. Once, a fiction. But a story told over and over begins to hold truth.
In the dead night, mangled by years of myth -- more monster than mother -- and faced with so many taunting children, who wouldn't be drawn to song?
As the sun was setting, the people of Snow Hallow listened from their homes. Yuki-onna will emerge soon from her year long slumber. If she’s heard weeping, all the children must hide till the end of Winter. But if she begins to sing, no one in Snow Hallow is safe.
“[My 50 Words]”
As dusk began to envelop the village all fell silent, anticipation growing in the cold night air.
Then it happened.
An almost imperceptible sound drifted from the mountains, growing louder by the second… it was laughter! What did this mean?
Confused faces were replaced with fear as the avalanche began
You beat me to this. And you probably did it better, so hey :)
Not better. Interesting our minds went to the same place with it :)
A laugh in the dark when there shouldn't be one is a horror classic. Guaranteed spooky vibes.