Frost (edit)
“Andrew!” called Mrs. Frost from the kitchen, “Breakfast!”
Andrew was lying on his lofty bed, buried in a sea of covers, he was half awake but not quite there yet.
“Andrew!” his mother called again, “You’re going to be late for if you sleep any longer.”
Andrew hated school, and always had. Though he sustained straight A’s, he found the daily instructions from strangers to be boring and counterproductive.
“Andrew,” his father said from the bedroom door, “Get up son you’ve slept long enough.”
Mr. Frost was tall, handsome, and strong. He had had a rugged beard that Mrs. Frost hated, broad shoulders, and deep blue eyes that sparkled as he talked. After almost 15 years of living, Andrew knew not to disobey his father.
He got up slowly and started towards the bathroom, where he was greeted by his spinning tooth brush and shiny white sink. He quickly brushed his teeth then admired himself in the mirror. Andrew Frost had a medium build, paper-white hair, and crystal blue eyes. He had no piercings, but a birthmark on his arm that tattooed him for life. He headed back to his room to get dressed. Most of his clothes were dirty, but he made due with a wrinkled white T and pair of jeans. He slipped his shoes on as he walked out of his bedroom door, to meet his parents downstairs. His mom was at the stove cooking more eggs, even though there was a whole plate full plate full of them already. Mrs. Frost was an attractive woman with long, flowing dark brown hair. She was wearing a floral dress under her apron. She had the deepest amber tinted eyes and her smile could light up a room. Andrew took his seat at the table behind a cup of orange juice and a steaming plate of scrambled eggs. His dad was already sitting down reading an early edition of the Boston Herald.
“The economy took another hit yesterday.” He said.
If it keeps on like this, there’ll be no money left for the rest of us!” Mom remarked.
It was a typical Monday morning in Boston; freezing winds, icy roads and a temperature so cold, it could freeze an Eskimo. Andrew had always loved the cold weather even as a little kid. He used to run around in the snow with barely any clothes on. His dad just called him “extra” warm-blooded.
“So how’s your school work coming, Andrew?”
“Oh, the usual A’s.”
“That’s my boy! If you keep this up, maybe you’ll get a job as good as mine!”
Mr. Frost worked as the Chief Accountant for Boston which earned him almost a quarter of a million dollars a year. Mrs. Frost was a stay at home mom.
“You’re going to miss the bus if you wait around any longer!” Mom warned.
Andrew hurriedly inhaled the rest of his juice and eggs, grabbed his bag and headed towards the door, but before he could turn the knob he heard, “Have a good day, son!” from his parents and yelled it back to them. As he walked out the door a flurry of snow and wind swirled and greeted him.
The bus stop was just down the street, less than a block away, but it was guarded by three monstrous looking 12th graders. John, the leader of the three, wore a backwards baseball cap, a dark blue Windbreaker jacket, black ripped jeans, and a pair of old sneakers. He had eyes that resembled the pit of a black hole and a goatee that needed to be shaved. Mark and Mike were twins; they looked exactly alike, rough brown hair, brown eyes, and an earring on their left ears. They were both wearing red jump suits and black and gold sneakers. The only thing that was different about them was, Mark had dimples while Mike did not.
Andrew started walking towards the glimmering red stop sign, hoping not be noticed. But because of his abnormally white hair, he stuck out like a sore thumb.
“Well, Well, Well!” John said, “What do we have here?”
“Looks like someone dumped a snow globe on his head!” The twins chimed.
Andrew stayed quiet throughout the mocking.
“What’s the matter Frost? Cat got your tongue? Maybe if I beat your face in you’ll be able to say something.”
John and the twins dragged Andrew over to some bushes.
Knowing they couldn’t do anything, the other kids just watched. John picked Andrew up by the collar and was about to punch. Andrew closed his eyes and braced for the hit, but it never came.
Luckily the bus had arrived right as he was about to get a beating. John threw Andrew into the surrounding bushes and then headed to the bus with the twins.
Andrew tried to get to his feet, but found he was trapped. The branches encased him in a coffin of wood and foliage; he couldn’t move! He was going to miss the bus! He struggled to get out, and the more he did, the more trapped he became. Kids were starting to pile into the bus. A few moments of ruffling the bush, the air around him got colder and colder. Andrew didn’t notice it but, the branches that acted as his imprisoners were fast-freezing. They became brittle and frail and, in a burst of frozen twigs and ferns, the bushes around him disintegrated. As he stood up, Andrew almost refused to believe what happened.
“Did I do that?” he thought to himself. He was frozen to the spot until he heard the bus’ horn. He snapped out of his trance and headed towards the bus. He had just gotten out of a prison, and now he was going back into one; school.
Frost (Prologue)
It was a cold night at the Boston, Massachusetts Faulkner Hospital. With temperatures below zero and dropping every minute, it was only natural that there was no one outside. No snow had fallen that year and it was already December 21st. It was almost midnight and was slow at the hospital until a young husband bursts through the emergency doors with his wife on a stretcher, racing toward the maternity ward. Doctors are quickly summoned to the chaos, but stare in awe as they get a glimpse of the new born. It was a boy, and he had a full head of hair that was icy white, serious light blue eyes, and a birthmark that looked curiously like a snow crystal incased in a circle on his right arm. He wasn’t crying; which worried the nurses but after checking his air passages found nothing wrong, instead he was smiling. And as the mother and father cuddled with their new son, the first snowflake of the winter solstice fell from the sky.
Judgement
Stars explode violently,
Black holes swallow up their remnants,
Planets are destroyed
Worlds crumble
Suns burst and take everything with them
A whole solar system has been destroyed.
Countless civilizations are now non-existent
But for the people on Earth,
The extinction of billions only seams like a beautiful light show in our sky.
Journey
The flowers sway slowly,
In the sweet spring wind.
The breeze carrying precious cargo.
Little packages full of life drop from the heavens.
Their journey has been long,
But their life is only just now beginning.
Darkness
As the sun sets behind the buildings,
And the moon swells at a slow pace.
The street lights turn on,
In this desolate place.
Cars go by,
But never stop.
For who would stop,
At this clouded rest spot.
Planes soar overhead,
Their lights illuminating the sky.
This town is dead,
But there’s nothing to fear.
When the sun springs up,
And the people awaken.
The day will begin again.
But at night,
The streets are forsaken.
Tethers
My life,
And all other lives,
Connected by one strand.
Like a game of tug of war,
We pull and strech the very fabric of our existance.
Until the rope breaks,
And how we will begin again.
Life
I’m an entertainer,
A cart on tracks.
Like a train with no destination,
A wandering soul,
Strolling on two girders.
My clairvoyance is a scythe that leaves your mind to bleed.
A thought in a crowd of thousands.
A whisper in a cold winter’s breeze.
wayne