CCC220: Of Frost Giants and Wood Elves

The wood-elves danced till breaking dawn.

But breaking dawn brought down the frost.

“Too soon!” some few still-sober dancers roared, which to the rushing swirling waters beneath the bridge sounded more like a rustling, less than a whispering.

The frost-giants’ breath claimed the dancing elves, stuck them, frozen, to the stone.

Unable to move, the wood-elves moaned. They had danced too long, frost had come too soon. This was their doom.


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20 Responses to CCC220: Of Frost Giants and Wood Elves

  1. I like your symbolism of front. Well done!

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  2. “More than a rustling, less than a whisper.” Wow. A dynamic audio image!

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  3. Dale says:

    Oh those dancing fools! If they were more inebriated, rather than sober, one could better understand their lack of awareness…
    Wonderful story to go with this beautiful image.

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  4. H. S. Monroe says:

    I enjoyed the rhyme just as much as the photo.

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  5. Curfews are for a reason! Nice tale!

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  6. Nope, Not Pam says:

    Wow, what an ending.

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  7. nancyns384696 says:

    Delightful writing ☺️

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