Stories tagged “ice”
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Fire and Ice
Ivon put the hydrogen into the atomizer. “You know,” he said to his partner Donald, “we could get the Nobel Prize for this.” Donald smirked. “You mean I could get the Nobel Prize, yes? It is my theory.” He adjusted t...
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Perceptive
“It’s alright, little ones. I don’t mind.” The man had a strange accent as well. It made Vita think of the cold drinks her mama made sometimes in the summer. “You’re from an ice-land, aren’t you, mister!” Vita said, her dark head cocked...
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Un-easy Silence
And then Charlotte was gone, leaving me to my thoughts. What could have happened to her? It had something to do with men, considering how harsh she acted to me, but what was it? Once she left I also finally realized how alone I am. My apartment was now...
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Vapor
She knows that when she steps into a room all the air turns to vapor. Whisked like a blender beater, pulling that moisture to her like a hydration vampire. Saturated by the moment, people can do nothing else but freeze like cubes of perfectly formed cr...
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Fire and Ice (antonym challenge)
Fire. My body burned for her. I could not douse the flames that consumed me. I thought about her every second of the day, what she was doing, thinking, where she was in relation to me. My mind produced images of her long legs, long hair, sparkling smil...
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An Icy Fate
The train was coming right for me. I was flying, floating around the moon, gasping for air without a care in the world, and a train was coming toward me. Jets of fire exploded behind it, green and blue streaks denting the sides of the cars in perfect i...
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Year One to Present
Meanwhile back in the year one, Gavin lay resolutely on the altar, surrounded by the runes and offerings. He would go back. He would return. Narsa urged him, “Won’t you turn your head once more, and make your peace with everyone?” ...
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A Winter Sketch
The close was glass-icy. Deep troughs where tyres had skidded revealed a mirror glazing the gritty road. It was still – the rumbling of the city and motorway in the distance and the eerie chant of shivering wind chimes a little nearer. Ice clung to t...
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Prospector
When you run out of probes, the only thing left to do is to go look for yourself. Being a belter wasn’t like they made it look on the vid’s. Handsome men, with good teeth and full heads of hair bravely searching the asteroids for precious metals an...
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Jackpot?
Instantly his expression changed. His drive was a Pratt & Whitney Triton engine, known for its three-gear VASIMR design. This meant that his little ship generated thrust. Running on the lowest of the three gears, as he had, at 0.65 g of acceleratio...
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Apprentice
He came from the north, from the land of unchanging blue ice that never melts nor moves. The sledge was pulled by four white behemoths, their muscles straining to carry his mass. The small village on the edge of the ice was called Haven by its inhabita...
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Telling Touch
A tongue of finger-tips Slips onto warm, slick, scarlet lips To catch the cold, thick, icicle drips— Splashing numbness nips at the core Telling touch it knows not what it grips anymore.
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Innocence and Vigilance
The soft white of the snow reflected the rays of the sun, and the world shone like it was made out of diamonds.The air was hotter and denser than blankets of snow would normally indicate. For some reason ice didn’t melt here. “’ItR...
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Nothing Yet
Good god your predicament describes mine to a tee. I sit in front of a bright screen fingers cold from lack of movement itching to fly across the lettered stage they live for uncharacteristically silent. For days now no, weeks I have told myself “...
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We Make Contact, Part 2
The landscape went on forever. Deeply blue ice spiraled up in minarets, towers and peaks. Some showed crystalline roots – rough-hewn hexagonal bases and delicate branches at the top. Others were spindly coils of a wide icy thread. The closest way...
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We Make Contact, Part 1
Nell chipped at the ice while Ted took pictures. Paleontologists looking for Ice Age life trapped in ice, here on reports of tremors that might bring old ice upwards. They wouldn’t miss out. The chip of the axe and the shutter of the camera almos...
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We Make Contact, Part 3
Then, they screamed. Nell, then Ted. The colossal chamber was miles wide, and they had entered from the top. They had already fallen some way, but they still had minutes to go. They were falling straight to the darkly undulating lake of fluid ice. The ...
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We Make Contact, Part 4
They didn’t have longer to go. And then, their eyes locked onto a single shape on one of the ice towers that spiraled up in a smooth conical rope. A single moving shape. All they could make out as they hurled downward was four or six arms, a head...
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Damian's Rant
Do you recall the start? Heartless and humble Always in trouble There’s no hope here Just a wingspan of fear For a frozen black heart. If you had been there Would you have tried to stop me? Breaking the fall, breaking it all Breaking me as I go down ...
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Swiftly Given Death of Emotion
Burning, robbing Breaking trust The adamantine heart dreams Not quite dying – yet lost. The antithesis of hate This frostwork flame feeds On secondhand songs – and sleeps, Not yet dead – but dying. Cold blow the winter words That wrap...
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The Edge of Europa
They didn’t believe the first patrols who reported the phenomenon. Too long in the wilderness must have addled their brains, scoffed the civil servants in the warmth of their coral-caves as they cast away the shell-engraved reports. The patrol co...
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Addiction
You’re messing with my heart You’re messing with my head You made me think it’s love It was simply lust instead A knock upon my door A whisper in your ear A fold above the blankets The world becomes less clear Your memories like fire ...
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Paralysis.
I couldn’t decide whether I was tired or awake. The numbers on the clock flashed in the dark, trying hard to convince me it was night. I nestle up in the sheets being warmed by my body heat, encasing me in comfort. The ground made crunching noise...
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The Palace of Ice (origin)
“All off here! All off here for the Palace of Ice!” I stood on the steps, watching the station draw nearer as the train slowed to a stop. Further back on the platform, the ice claimed its right to be above the concrete, but heating pipes un...
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The Palace of Ice (origin+1)
I carefully stepped down onto the damp concrete, looking around. There was a small ticket office, but the window was iced up and it looked fairly deserted. I pulled the cherry-red sheepskin mitten off my hand and fumbled in my pocket for the small gold...