Xmas-Horror

The evil Frost requires newlyweds of the Earthling Xmas-time find good-image of pardon lest he unleash the 'weakness' he has on others.

Christmas ghost-story. Happy Holidays! 

DISCLAIMER: This work of fiction contains images/references with no ties to any person(s)/body (e.g., New Jersey) and is cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' interpretations).

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Well, it was Xmas-time in the American Homeland, and we find our two dear newlyweds, Amlan and Ezzy, happy as ducklings in their new shared town-home in the Jersey-area of incomplete-distances readings of the luxury lengths to Earthling ornament for confidence and religion too. However, the two sensed something unusual, in their otherwise wonderful Earth-home of social media photo-friendly proportion.

AMLAN: I remember my boyhood years during Xmas when ice-storms ruled.

EZZY: There's an urban-legend about an adversary of Santa (Frost!).

AMLAN: An ice-specter with a name like Frost demands obedience...or fear.

EZZY: We'll stay-clear of such things in this new space for comforts, hubby.

AMLAN: Good reading...if this Frost-feeling's real, we simply hide here.

EZZY: Facebook-like (good).

Amlan had decided to make two special Earthling hospitality-readings crayon stick-figure doodles for his cyber-homeschooling students from home, a representation of modern urbanization (traffic!) paranoia for invasion/terror superstitions, in the form of comics-adapted goblin and femme-jester criminal avatars (Selfie-like). Surely, such 'fiction' would ward-off the likes of the demonic presence of Frost, some ice-leviathan.

FROST: Hello, Amlan pal.

AMLAN: What the hell are you (Frost)?

FROST: You came here to ice-skate in peace and meditate.

AMLAN: How'd you guess, (Frost)?

FROST: I liked your crayon 'stuff' online, Amlan pal.

AMLAN: Am I a friend (Frost)?

FROST: Maybe I'll spare your life for your crayon-mind, Amlan.

AMLAN: My wife (Frost)?

FROST: Her too...but she must bake me something extra credit.

AMLAN: Something that doesn't melt in the heat but is gooey?

FROST: What's the first thing that enters the brain, Amlan?

AMLAN: Marshmallow...something (it shall be gifted).

FROST: Thank goodness for your sake...for I am the Frost, fool!

AMLAN: Thanx (farewell).

FROST: Facebook-like.

Frost had spared the life of Amlan; and Ezzy was saved too (thanx to her wondrous marshmallow-biscuits); but Frost had continued his reign of half-invisible hellmouth-terror for Earthlings for Xmas-time (damn). Sure, we find graves of many a fool who dared to offer half-labored paths to escape from his freezing gaze of darkness and came out scathed...dead. Their graves speak (volumes) about that eerie echo of undeniable incomplete-distances readings to the leviathan/uncertainty of Earthling holiday-season jam (for all!).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)