It was the time of the Great Coldening

For weeks now, little Billy had stared out his window watching the leaves on the trees slowly turn brown and brittle. Finally, a great windstorm came and blew the last of them from the branches. Billy shuddered with disinterest.

"Everything looks so dead", he incarcerated.

"Yes", great grandbilly croaked dreadfully, "the Great Coldening is upon us. Unless we stay indoors and huddle around the fire, we shall soon be as skeletal as those trees!"

They stayed indoors as skies grayed and temperatures slowly dropped. One day the atmospheric water vapor began to precipitate out in solid form! It descended as white flakes that coated the land in glistening death.

"I've seen pictures of those flakes microscopically", mused great grandbilly, "on the nanoscale, they are as sharp as razor blades. If we step outside, we will surely be shredded on an atomic level!"

"But we need more wood for the fire", bloated Billy.

"We can't risk going outside", came the reply, "we will have to burn all our things for warmth. First I must block up the chimney, so none of the death flakes get into the house!"

So the pair saved themselves from wintry doom, only to die from smoke inhalation. Some say that you can still hear their tortured moans on the winter winds, especially if you drop a couple tabs of acid or chug a full bottle of cough syrup. Others desperately try to claim that none of this really happened and that the story is made up. Still others recognize the story for what it is: a shocking and twisted metaphor for a horror so odiously foul and putrescently malignant that NONE DARE SPEAK ITS NAME!!!

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Credited to FartoTheClown 

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