Help write:Chapter by Chapter
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Darth Cookies - Ch. 2/9
DemonicSprinkles - Ch. 3/7
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Kirdneh - Ch. 5 & 10
Sirfish - Ch. 6
Chapter 1: Winter
It was a cold December night in England.
The leaves of the trees blew like they had simply given up; the wind was an accepted inevitability. The imposing clouds moved at the pace of glaciers. The seagulls perched on the docks, appearing as if they were waiting for something ─ something important.
Anyone who left their house on this night was required to. People bundled in more layers than they had ever worn in their lives shuffled miserably to their place of beckoning. The Christmas spirit had attempted hopefully to enter their minds hardened by cold, gave up and simply went home.
A certain house grabbed the attention of each person who shuffled by. They knew not why exactly they turned towards it; they didn't even quite realize that it had called their attention. It was an instinctive act.
This house was different from the others. And it hadn't been the previous night.
This was Peter's house.
Chapter 2: Edmund
Edmund Phillips Burrough felt a cold wind travel down his back.Strange, I thought I shut all the windows. Must be the cat,
he thinks as he stands up from his desk. Which one is open?
He walks around his house, peering at each window in turn, until finally he discovers the culprit. The window is an older one, and he has no trouble believing that the cat got it open again. As goes to shut it, the house across the street catches his eye. There seems to be something off about it, like it is different from all of the other ones somehow. He shakes his head and shuts the window. Returning to his desk, he tries to remember how the plot went in the next scene he was writing, but that house is still on his mind, making it hard to focus.
He eventually starts typing again, but his mind still wanders. When he comes to his senses, he realizes that the last seven pages of his manuscript are just the words "What's different about that house?" repeated over and over again. He quickly deletes them and continues with the scene, but the house still won't leave his mind alone.
Chapter 3: Peter
Peter tossed the last of the firewood into the short-lasting flames. They would quickly be consumed by the chill that flooded the house, but Peter embraced the time left in the warmth of his fireplace.
The fire soon died down, as did the warmth, and Peter got up to retrieve that blanket he was sure he left in his closet. However, Peter noticed something strange as he inched down the hallway. Ice coated the walls, the cold of the outside seeming to be seeping in through the ceiling.
Peter followed the ice to the end of the hallway, where it was thickset. There, almost completely hidden in foggy ice, lay the entrance to Peter's attic.
Peter stood there thinking a moment before retreating into the kitchen to grab a knife, then he went back to the hallway and began chipping away at the ice. He eventually de-iced the attic door enough to open it, and yank on it hard.
The attic door gave way with a creak, and a frozen ladder led up into the attic. Peter slowly ascended.
Chapter 4: Unusual Signts
Outside the house, citizens amassed like Black Friday shoppers. This morning's snowstorm had knocked the electricity out for everyone in the town. The supernatural cold made it extremely difficult to remember what it was like to be warm. They begged to be let in, but Peter could not hear them-- he had gone into the attic.
The inside of the attic was not inside the attic. The door led to somewhere else. Instead of a ceiling there was a dark sky. Peter seemed to be in a frozen mountain place, and it was oddly familiar. He tried to remember where he knew it from, and realized that it looked just like a painting that had recently come into his possession. The painting seemed to have taken over the attic. There was a polar bear in that painting. But where was the polar bear now?
Then he saw the most unusual thing yet. At the sight of it, it was like Peter was waking up for the first time.
It was a throne made of ice, and there was something in it.
Chapter 5: The Throne
The throne was a majestic piece, large, and commanding, but while it bore the exquisituity of the ruling class, it was apathetic and proud, cold both in temperature and nature. It was 2 meters tall, with intricate, sharp edges on the sides. Carved, clear icicles like spears made up the back, but would not injure the sitter.
Upon the chair, this ancient chair that seemed like a natural part of this frozen landscape, was a small object that caught his eye. Peter walked cautiously toward the throne. It was a ring made of solid ice, that seemed to shift colors and design as he turned it in his hand. It was cold, but when he put it on, it seemed to warm his body; not the warmth of an embracing hug, but a somehow cold, mechanical warmth, emotionless; like a tyrant burning a peasant's house down. Peter tried to ignore the unnerving faint sensation as he trudged on past the throne, not daring to look back.
The snow underfoot crunched, not the snow of a christmas card, but of an alien tundra, horrendous, spiky mountains in the distance. The impossibly dark inky black darkness was too disturbing to look at, so peter ignored it as well, and focused on the horizon. Somehow, while there seemed to be no source of light, the land around him was still lit up like a twilight.
Peter trudged on.
Chapter 6: Frost Bites Back
Peter Noticed something horrifying. a Frozen body. stuck in time. The entire Body frozen. If he was alive. He probably froze in the inside by now. Then Peter Realized that the one unfrozen spot was the same Finger that peter wore the ring.
He Trudged On. But there it was; a Generator. With this he would have the only house in the town with power. the only problem was it was frozen to the ground. Peter Yanked. And Yanked.
It came free. and peter fell back into the wall with a thud. Finally. He though. Peter then felt as if something were creeping up his arm. With a look down peter realized
Ice Was growing up his arm...
Chapter 7: Peter's House
It had never been so cold.
Edmund woke up, greeted by windows covered in opaque ice. He felt the need to pull his blanket and comforter of the bed with him and wrap them around himself as he walked. As he entered his bathroom he noticed the window was opened just slightly, and the cold had crept in, freezing his toothpaste into a dental popsicle. he decided not to brush his teeth today.
As Edmund pushed open his icy door, he saw the even colder outside, but what was first to catch his eye was Peter's house. It didn't look different than any of the others, yet it seemed so much different. He needed to figure it out. He decided to investigate.
Three layers later, Edmund began towards Peter's house. He tried his best to ignore the freezing cold that was keeping so many people locked up inside their houses, but it became unbearable, and he started running quickly through the slippery ground.
Edmund stood at the front entrance to Peter's house, and knocked on the door. Strangely enough, the door inched open by itself. Edmund didn't give this a second thought before running in to the warmth of the house.
But it was far from warm in that house. The cold seemed even stronger, as if Edmund was stuck in a giant freezer. But he didn't go back. He needed to find out what was different, perhaps it was the cold, but he also needed to find out why. Perhaps the open attic would be a good place to start.
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