There was a man. He was a mysterious man, and no one knew who and what he was. He dropped the glistening key on the frozen ground and strolled happily and strangely away. There it sat miserably for years, decades, centuries and then one day a caring man in winter called Toby skipped along enthusiastically. He was all raped up warm with his winter jacket and woolly mittens. He stared at the ancient key and then straight away picked it up and put it in his cosy jacket pocket silently. Then he took the key home. His room was immaculate. It was like a huge lab in one room. He put the key quickly down on a padded table and then moved the key to a massive door with a lock. He put the key through it and it opened. Outside the door was to the man’s surprise it looked like a fairytale land with candy floss trees, chocolate paths and mint leaf grass which looked like frost. Then the man looked ferocious and he turned all white and his hair was all frosty, HE WAS JACK FROST.
I like your story; I think you have described the mysterious man. Is the mysterious man Jack Frost? Was the big door in his room? I think you have used the thesaurus very well and some of the words were quite amazing.
The Mysterious man is a different guy but what do you think? Thanks