The name must never be uttered, with anyone who dared to speak it dying a horrible death soon after. Jungwon had heard of the snow falling white, but had never experience anything but the black, sooty cold substance that now fell from the sky. Never enter the forest, especially at night. He could heard the screams of unearthly creatures, where they said nightmares resided, but leave it to a broken teenager to be curious.
This story is my entry for the contest shown below. You should go check it out!
This is my prompt for it:
This was a world where the vilest creatures came to roost. Even her mother, always so brave, would dare utter its name. This is a world where the snow fell black.
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