Alone and Unseen
The chill in the breeze,
The frost on the ground,
Crisp on a moonlit night.
A young boy's figure
Glides through the streets,
His breath a clouded fog.
Eyes like crystals,
Hair like snow,
He walks with staff in hand.
Alone in the world,
Unseen by all,
He strides like a ghost through the town.
Young children seen
Through a window pane,
Bask in the glow of the hearth.
Unseen goes the boy
Who stares unnoticed and lost
At the joy before his eyes.
A tentative move,
A soft hand to the glass,
Which freezes beneath his touch.
He turns away,
To the dark of the night
And raises his head to the sky.
A tear flows unseen,
Silent and soft,
To be dashed on the frozen earth.
Calling winds forth,
Around him to swirl,
His feet lift off from the ground.
Invisible and alone,
He flies higher until
He melds with the sky and the stars.
"I want to be seen
And I want to be heard."
Only one hears this desperate boy's cry.
The Man in the Moon
Stares down on the scene,
At the lost and forgotten child.
Forever Young - Part 2**Recap**Forever Young - Part 22 years ago in Drama More Like This
"Jack!" Tooth cried, speeding towards her fallen friend. But she pulled up just before she got to him and pulled her hands to her mouth in an obvious look of shock. The others followed as fast as they could, but a noise reached them before they got there.
"Owwwww…" That voice was far too young to be Jack. Stunned, the remaining Guardians moved forward to see what Tooth had already seen. What they saw stunned them. Sitting in the snow staring back at them was a small child, no older than six, with bright blue eyes and snow white hair.
Before them sat Jack Frost.
Nobody spoke, nobody moved. They were all stunned at what had just happened. Jack Frost sat in the snow staring back with a bewildered look on his face. They couldn't believe their eyes, what was going on? Tooth was the first to break out of the trance.
Jack turned his gaze to her and tilted his head to the side, confusion overc
Jack's Life - Chapter 1: NightmaresJack Frost couldn't sleep. It had been over a week since the Guardians had defeated Pitch, but Pitch was known to be a sore loser and Jack had been suffering because of it. Terror filled his mind, dreams turned to nightmares. But he refused to tell anyone because he knew that they would make a fuss over it and that was the last thing he wanted. North would probably try to be fatherly, Tooth would be motherly, Sandy would try to give him good dreams and Bunnymund probably wouldn't care. Jack hated it when people fussed over him, so that's why he was lying in bed now, fearing the moment when he would fall asleep.Jack's Life - Chapter 1: Nightmares3 years ago in Drama More Like This
The minutes turned into hours, his lack of sleep tried to pull him down. His eyelids got heavier and he was yawning every few minutes. But he refused to go to sleep; thoughts of what would happen if he did forced him to stay up. He paced the new room North had given him, it had a huge French
Forever Young - Part 1Jack flew across the surface of the snow. It felt great to be out of the Pole for a while. The other Guardians had been overly protective of him ever since that horrid sickness. But today he was happy to skim the surface of the snow covered cliffs and glaciers, barely 12 inches from the ground.Forever Young - Part 13 years ago in Drama More Like This
"Hold up Frostbite! Not everyone can fly; some of us have to use these things called legs." Bunnymund shouted from somewhere far behind him. Jack pulled up and hovered above the snow, gripping his staff he looked back and saw the small figures that were the Guardians. North trudged through the snow, creating a large path in his wake which quickly caved in behind him. Tooth and Sandy flew above the snow, both wrapped in thick winter coats. Bunnymund was attempting to spring through the snow, but was making very slow progress as he didn't like snow very much and kept having to shake himself. The Guar
Jack's Life - Chapter 2: SicknessJack woke up and felt that something just wasn't quite right. He didn't know how why, he just didn't feel quite up to today. After about twenty minutes of tossing and turning, Jack decided that it would be pointless to stay in bed when he couldn't sleep. The Guardians were all at the table when he got there; North was at the head with Bunnymund to his right and Tooth on the left. Sand floated in his seat next to Bunnymund. North must have just said something funny, because Tooth burst into laughter while Sandy clapped and Bunnymund even smirked. Jack was finding it hard to concentrate. He made it to the table and ignored all conversation. He didn't feel at all hungry, so he just sat there poking at the bowl of cereal without much interest, eating less than half. Not even his beloved iced coffee could perk his mood (it was a special treat that North let him have; the others thought that it was iced cJack's Life - Chapter 2: Sickness3 years ago in Drama More Like This
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“I swear when I get my paws on him…” I said muttering under my breath. After following the trail for a few more minutes, I finally could see his figure ahead in the distance. I narrowed my eyes; I was growing tired of Jack coming and going whenever he pleased unannounced. Freezing anything he wished, and disturbing the warrior eggs; I had too many complaints to count from them relating to Frost. It was about time I set the kid straight.
I began walking towards him, closing the distance between us so he couldn’t make a quick escape. I smirked; it was about time I finally nailed down on him.
Jack's Life - Chapter 3: Personal HygieneI was a pretty normal day at the Pole. It was nearly evening and Tooth and Bunnymund had decided to visit, again. If there was one thing that changed once Jack decided to make the North Pole his home it was that the other Guardians came over more than they ever had. Not that North or Jack minded their company; on the contrary, Jack always gave any Guardian that visited an attack hug. Even Bunnymund couldn’t escape them.Jack's Life - Chapter 3: Personal Hygiene2 years ago in Humor More Like This
At the moment Jack was amusing himself, much to North’s dismay, by sitting on the floor and creating snowballs and repeatedly throwing them at the wall of the dining hall.
Tooth flew around him on her way to see North, but stopped to do a double take at Jack. She zoomed forwards and began running her fingers through Jack’s hair, closely examining it.
“Hey! Tooth, stop that!” Jack cried trying to push the fairy away but Tooth was stubborn. North and Bunnymund, who had been the middle of heated
Shifting Sands: Rise of the Guardians fanfiction"Jackson, you'll catch your death of cold out there! Put some shoes on!"Shifting Sands: Rise of the Guardians fanfiction3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The teen laughed, an impish grin on his face as he danced out of his mother's reach, his younger sister clinging to his arm in giddy abandon.
"I'll be fine, Mother," Jack assured her, already halfway out the door with his sibling tightly clamped to his side and ice skates slung over both their shoulders. "Winter's nearly over, don't worry."
In the three centuries that Jack Frost had lived and breathed in Burgess, the Sandman had only made two personal visits.
Now Jack understood why—the diminutive man had quite the busy schedule, and could only be in one city or town each night, even if his powers extended to all corners of the Earth. Each night he was on a different continent, giving particularly strong dreams to the children of whatever region he was in. Though in those three hundred years, Sandman had done his best to give Jack Frost a dream— a memory, or a fantasy even— and it had never
Jack Frost,the only kindness.Jack Frost,the only kindness.3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
An icy wind blows through the small window, stirring the blinds and letting in a small wisp of milky moon light.
You stand in front of your full length mirror, shirt lifted to the top of your rib cage, examining your bruises. They are no more than a day old but the distinct shape of a hand was still visible on your right side, looking almost like patches of dark mud in contrast of your pale skin. You poke them and wince as the pain brings back fresh memories of his cruel faces. His burning eyes.
The smell of beer and blood and sweat still clings to your torn clothes. You force your sore body out of your ragged clothes and into some comfortable sweats, and settle cautiously onto the sill of your window, opening it further to allow the cold breeze to caress your sensitive skin.
Looking out over the back yard, you can see the slightest crystals of frost slowly creeping up your beloved oak tree. The tree that held so many memories of your childhood and winters
Hourglass: Rise of the Guardians fanfictionSandman knew that time was running out.Hourglass: Rise of the Guardians fanfiction3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Like sand trickling through his fingers, he reflected humorlessly in the back of his mind, the one tiny area that was not encompassed with the virulent need to survive.
Pitch's unending wave of nightmares had surrounded him and the little sand cloud that was holding him aloft, an impenetrable blackness closing in on a speck of light. Night blotting out the sun. His arms were tiring, though his sand whips continued snapping at the impermeable mass, whatever gaps he created in the blackness instantly filled by more nightmares. He shuddered to think how many children it had taken to create such power, and how many of his dreams Pitch had tainted.
Rage filled him again—a sensation he rarely felt, a peaceful if easily irritable creature by nature—but as in his prior battle with the Nightmare King, when Sandman had thought Pitch could be defeated by hurling him off a roof (and into a wall or two), fury clouded his vision, fueling
Letter to the GuardiansLetter to the GuardiansLetter to the Guardians3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A man with a long white beard sat in his work shop looking at a letter. He gets many letters but many do not make it to him because the post office doesn't deliver to him. The ones he does get are the ones left next to the cookies left out for him. Normally it's a child saying thank you for the presents, hope you like the cookies, good luck on your trip, things like that. There are even parents who are writing for their children. But this letter, this letter was different. It was for all the Guardians and it was not from a child it was a parent thanking them. Of course the man had told the other Guardians; he even caught the boy reading it again with a big smile on his face. Not that the man could blame him, he yet again found himself reading it.
"I may not see you anymore, most likely due to me being a grown up but I still know you are there so I have to thank you for helping my son. Thank you, Santa for allowing me to see my son so happy on Christmas when he o
ICE COLD HEART: CHAPTER 1ICE COLD HEARTICE COLD HEART: CHAPTER 13 years ago in Horror More Like This
All I felt was cold. But the pain was gone. And when I awoke the cold was still there, but to a less extreme. This cold, this icy numb feeling never went away. But I didn't mind. Sure every once in a while I would beg to be warm but it didn't matter. I was never answered. My name is Jack Frost. How do I know? The moon told me so. But he failed to mention that I would one day join forces with the Guardians. Yeah, you know those people you read about in fairy tales? Their real, we have Santa Clause, though I prefer North, the Easter Bunny, Bunnymund, Tooth Fairy, Tooth, and the Sandman, Sandy. All of them are real and all of them want to protect the children of the world.
And I'm one of them. But it wasn't always that way. For the past three-hundred years all I've known is loneliness. Guardians were believed by many children, they could be seen. I was a myth to everyone, no one knew who I was and so I was invisible to them. I watched the years go by, societies growing into
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Potential yaoi if you want to squint. I don't own Rise of the Guardians, and make no money off this.
Morning at North's workshop was much like every day during winter this far north- dark and awkwardly feeling around the room for a light. North hadn't bothered to move the pair of Pookas after they had bedded down for the evening (well, if one could consider one in the morning evening), but was kind enough to mention that his guest room was prepared if they'd like to rest in a more private accommodations this evening. Bunnymund had politely declined, citing that he needed to get Jack to a warmer climate if he was going to learn how to use his feet and body properly. North smiled at the grey Pooka, and clapped him on the shoulder like an old friend before Jack sluggishly dragged his feet into the room.
"Jack Frost!" North proclaimed as the Pooka rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. Bunnymund tried to ignore that little fluttering
There will always be hatersThere is no need to feel sad,There will always be haters2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If today has been bad.
Each day is a treasure,
So meet it with pleasure.
Some people write and some people draw,
They do what they want because THEY want to do more.
Like what you do,
You made it for YOU.
Hater's will hate, because they're insecure,
But you must not fall for their negative lure.
There will always be haters, these people are gits,
They are normal people, who are arrogant twits.
Turn your back to the hate,
And don't take the bait.
Be strong through the trials,
And you will go miles.
Love what you do,
And you will make it through.
You're a truly beautiful being,
And you should have no trouble seeing.
How amazing you are,
Straight off the par.
Love what you do,
Because we all do too.
Barren Warren- Ch 3Thank you again to all my readers and reviewers! You guys just make my life so much better!!! And a major thanks to Raven Bloodwolf, who followed me here from the Thor fanfiction section! Nice to see you again!Barren Warren- Ch 33 years ago in Drama More Like This
I don't own Rise of the Guardians and make no money off this. Rated for slightly depressing memories.
After a nice long nap, Jack stretched his limbs and padded his way back to the control room. He didn't bother the egglettes hurrying left and right around the hallways, but managed to find his way back to the control room after a few wrong turns. At least he found the bathroom, library, and what seemed to be a Australian themed dojo. He noticed Bunny standing quietly stiff near the smaller globe as he entered the hectic room.
"Hey, kangaroo."Jack greeted as he approached the rabbit. Bunny smirked as the kid and reached out to ruffle the fur on the top of Jack's head.
"Feelin' more at home, Frostbite?" Bunny inqu
Jack's Winter LullabyWhen you wander through the forestJack's Winter Lullaby2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So perfect and white,
I want you to know it was me
Who was working all night
So I could bring you the snow
That makes you smile
And so you would know
I stopped and stayed a while
And I want you to know
That when I’m flying around
And bringing snow days to other small towns
I never stop thinking of your beautiful eyes
And how you never pay attention to the world’s vicious lies.
Because you are my snowflake,
My diamond in the snow.
And I think about you
Wherever I go.
And even though I can see you
But you still can’t see me
I will be hopeful
That someday you’ll believe.
Because when you do
I will hold on to you tight
And I will hold on to you
For the rest of my life.
So I will wait patiently.
Because you see
You are worth waiting for
And my princess you’ll be.
So when you are frightened
At night in your bed
Please think of these words
And rest your tired head.
Because the day is coming soon
When invisible I will no longer b
Rise of the Guardians - Jack and Pippa - Goodbye'sRise of the Guardians - Jack and Pippa - Goodbye's3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Year- 1712 – Jack is 17 years old
"Jack! Get down from there!" Called Pippa, Jack's little sister.
Jack swung from the middle branch of a tree, carelessly and upside-down, by his legs.
"Jack, be careful." Called his mother, setting up the picnic that they had planned for the day.
Jack chuckled, climbing down the ruff bark of the tree and skipped over towards the blanket that was laid out on the grass. Opening the picnic basket, he grabbed out the freshly made bread his mother had baked the morning before and tore off the crusty end to eat.
"Jack." Scolded his mother sitting down to join him. "Pippa come over here and have some lunch." She called as Pippa picked some wildflowers nearby. She happily skipped over to them to join them.
"Mom, Jack and I are going ice-skating later. Is that okay?"
"We are?" Asked Jack.
"Yeah. You promised, remember?" Pippa muttered to him.
"Right!" Jack said loudly, "I'm taking her ice skating…"
Their mother chuckled softly.
"Jack! Hurry up!" called Pipp
AwayI want to fly away,Away2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
up, in the sky.
down, back to earth.
I want to go.
Away, anywhere, nowhere, somewhere.
Leave, let go, live.
I want to fly away,
somewhere I can stay.
Jack Frost LullabyWhen you're alone and scared,Jack Frost Lullaby3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
look out the window,
see the frost, the snow,
the falling snowflakes
I will always be there.
The man in the moon
is always watching,
Let his light shine down
on you to guide your way.
I love you always,
my darling little
I may not always be around,
but as long as I live,
I will love you.
Each and every snowflake
is made just for you,
my little snow angel.
See my wondorous works
and think of me,
your one and only
So lay your head down,
my sweet little angel
and close your eyes.
Dream peaceful, beautiful dreams
of falling snow and
swirling cold winds
blowing through your hair.
You will always be
my precious little angel.
Dear Jack FrostDear Jack Frost3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jack, when I was a little girl, I would look out my window during winter and watch the snow fall. I had a weak constitution so I was never allowed to go out and play in the snow or I would catch pneumonia. I'd watch the snowflakes fall from inside my room and thank you for them rather than Santa Claus. When I was sick I'd make little paper snowflakes for you and give them to my parents to hang on our tree outside. When I was lonely I'd draw pictures in the frost on my window. I remember you would occasionally open my window to let in a perfectly formed snowflake as if to say, "Look at the beautiful thing I made for you." When I turned 19 my best friend died and I had lost all hope. Yet at the funeral, even though it was in September, you made it snow for me. When I took my own life the last words to leave my lips were, "I'll always believe in you Jack Frost." And I meant it. My only wish is that you remember me.
With love from a lifetime and forever more,
House Call ch. 2 This story is rated T for a reason. Minor violence and blood, and suggested themes.House Call ch. 23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I stared at the looming dark figure in front of us. Jack simply laid in my arms, frozen in fear. I looked around slowly, watching as the nightmares tore apart the walls of the burrow; the eggs were running around in a panic, few trying to defend themselves as the nightmares easily crushed them. I narrowed my eyes and took a step back; Pitch was not getting a hold of the winter spirit again.
“You’re not gonna lay a hand on him, Pitch. Not if I can do anything ‘bout it.”
“Come now, Bunny. We all know you don’t even like Jack. He’s only caused you trouble. He has only put you and the other guardians in danger, and now he has put your entire realm in trouble. Are you really willing to risk what is left of your civilization