In a cold, snowy winter a young boy build a snowman to accompany his loneliness. A spirit took over the snowman to grant the boy a wish. The boy then had friends he could play with and live happily ever.

“That was the story she had told me back in those days”. I walk out of the house hoping not to wake up my sickly mother who was resting in her bed. With a coat on me and a pair of mittens to make sure I don’t freeze from the cold winter, I rush out of the warm, cosy house.

“From what I remember the spirit would help me if I build a snowman”.

With the moon watching over me I found a pile of snow in the woods which was a little further away from my house. If I build it here, nobody would find it. I started rolling the snow into a ball and slowly but surely, I completed building a snowman. A snowman with a bucket as its hat, twigs I found on the ground as its hands. With the buttons I stole from my mother’s sewing kit as its eyes and mouth and a carrot for its nose. I stood in front of it hoping it would start moving.

“Hello?", I softly said.

However, no matter how much I wait it didn’t react. “So it was a lie”, I dejectedly sat next to the snowman. “I need to go back soon. Mom might wake up and realise I’m gone”, that's right I need to go back with a smile on my face so that she wouldn't worry about me. But I wonder why my eyes are warm?

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“SNAP!”.

In the woods lives a poor woodcutter. He has an old scar on his face. Villagers would glare at him and children would run away in fear. Since then, he has never gone to the village. The trees and animals in the woods would accompany him as nobody dares to enter the deep woods. “I guess this is enough woods warm up the house”, after hours of chopping down the tress for the cold, harsh winter I found a place to take a break.

However, as soon as I decided to sit down, I heard a small whimper nearby. I would normally ignore it but it came from a kid. Why would a kid be in this deep woods? I make my way through the woods quietly and found a girl around the age of 4 to 5 years old. She has short, brown hair. Wearing a coat and a pair of mittens to keep herself warm. I couldn’t see her face as I was behind her but I know she was crying. I tried to get closer to her and ask what’s wrong but I was worried she would be scared of me.

Unfortunately, when I retracted my leg to turn around, I stepped on a twig. The girl brought her head up to look at the direction where I was standing, is what I thought but after few seconds of bracing myself I heard the girl said something. “Mr Snowman!?”