The Snow Queen re-writing contest was over and the three judges of the contest stood one by one on the cemetery that held the grave of Hans Christian Andersen as they began to recite the top entries. The trio consisted of a skinny man, a tall woman, and a loud-mouth with a prosthetic leg. Suddenly, a strange growling sound erupts from nowhere!
“What the hell is that?!” the Loud Mouth exclaimed making protective motions over his fake leg with his hand.
They paused.
“It’s just the wind? said the Skinny Man.
“Da wind doan sund lak dat!” the Tall Woman insisted.
“Would you two pipe down about the damn sound!! We have a Snow Queen re-writing contest to judge! Writers submitted their versions of the Snow Queen on our website for us to judge, so let’s judge; not squabble over the wind!” the Skinny Man reminded them.
They continued reading the top entries out loud when the eerie growling sound blasted louder again.
“Dad ain’t no darn win darlin’! Ah doan cur wat you say!” the Tall Woman said with fear.
“LETS RUN FOR OUR LIVES!!!!!! IT’S THE SNOW QUEEN! SHE’S REAL!!! HELP KAI HELP GERDA!!!!! SOMEONE HELLLLLLLLLLP!” said the terrified Loud Mouth grabbing his fake leg and ready to run for it.
“Would you SHUTTTT UPPPP!!!!” the Skinny Man exclaimed as he hit the Loud Mouth over his head with his handful of story entries. It made a loud, smacking, papery sound.
‘Shmack!’
“Whose idea wus it inner first place to have a poetry contest readin’ inner dang summertary?!” the Tall Woman fumbled out while holding her shoulders. “Its chilly and am scurd!”
“Let’s just get this done! So we can go home!” said the Skinny Man with great finality.
They continued to read more of the stories submitted online hoping to find a winner. After a few more minutes a creepier sound emerged. A low growling sound that grew and grew. They all stopped and began to look around.
“IT’S A MONSTER!!!!!!!!! I TOLD YOU! THE SNOW QUEEN HAS COME TO KILL US ALLLLLLLL!!’ the Loud Mouth bellowed.
“Ahhhhhh he’s right!” the Tall Woman cried.
“Will you two SHUT UP FOR CHRIST’S SAKE!!!” the Skinny Man commanded. But…
The Tall Man at once realized there was something standing behind them. They turned and saw Hans Christian Andersen standing on his grave; a corpse with a dirty frown and no eyes. It opened it’s mouth and spoke.
“As if rolling around in my grave wasn’t enough! You call that crock of shit WRITING?”
They all turned and ran screaming; throwing their contest entries into the air.
Submitted by: Jeremy Ramberran