Disturbing Book Iceberg Novels & Stories

They were piled on top of each other, crushed together by the shifting glacier over decades. "The Bermuda Triangle of the North," Olivia whispered, wiping frost from her goggles. "Every vessel that got caught in the magnetic distortion... the current dragged them here." "It's a parking lot from hell," Ben muttered, shivering violently. "Please tell me one of them has a working heater." "That one," Jack pointed to the massive, black shape closest to them.

Adrian asked, his hands pausing on his laces. "Let me see your left foot." Ethan gently gripped the toe of Adrian's boot, tilting it toward the harsh fluorescent light. He pointed to the structural seam. "Look at this. The locking mechanism is completely loose. If you take a hard turn on the ice, this blade is going to snap right out of the holder." Adrian’s eyes narrowed. He reached down and gave the steel runner a firm tug. With a sickening click, the blade wobbled loosely in his hand. If he had stepped onto the ice, his ankle would have snapped the moment he crossed the blue line.

Whispers started up, assaulting my ears with hundreds—no, thousands—of disembodied voices. My fingers had just grazed the cover of the book when Sterling’s voice filled my mind via the mind-link. “Something’s wrong, boss. I just sensed a major disturbance on the island.” I froze. Slowly, I pulled my hand away. “What is it?” I asked. “Death.”

"Not empty in the distressed sense. Cleared. The furniture has been moved and the new arrangement has not yet settled." Don looked at him. "That is accurate," he said. He looked back at the fire. "I find I am not uncomfortable in it. I have been inside the book for four years. Being outside is unfamiliar rather than distressing." "The unfamiliar is not the problem," Ernest said. "The unfamiliar is not the problem," Don confirmed. "The unfamiliar is the condition of the next thing arriving."

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His round face, chubby cheeks,big belly,bald head ,bushy eyebrows,his silly smile his tired looking eyes, everything about him. " Mr Elias please, the clients are in the conference room and the meeting should start in a few minutes." His assistant said while writing something on her notepad. Mr Elias finished eating his last piece of cookie and wiped his mouth and hands, that's why he was fat and short because he ate too much. "Alright Marianne, shall we?" "Sure sir." Miranda's house " Hey,you finally woke up!" " I thought I told you to leave, what are you still waiting for Mr Michaelson?" Miranda asked in a low angry voice.

A book suddenly appeared on ivory’s hand it looked old but it was surprisingly in good shape. ‘What is this?’ ivory asked curiously. ‘It’s a technique book’. Ivory eyes lit up and she opened it, on its first page the title was written it was called Ice fist. The book contained images and writings. It involved enveloping your hands with ice such that, the ice looked like gloves. It had the ability to freeze and shatter anything punched and it could even harm those who were just a phase higher than the user. Ivory quickly sat down and immersed herself in the book. Anita finally lifted her head and smiled when she saw ivory reading. Anita suddenly looked up in worry but she wasn’t looking at wh

Iris lit three candles stubby and short with a wave of her hand, her knees nestled down in the grave dirt as she hummed folk songs to the shiny new gravestones that near glowed in the fog. When the moon bade her move, Iris stood up slowly. Nodding to the guardian yew, she stepped lightly through the graveyard until she came to the low stone wall at the back of the plot. Mice and moles and squirrels were tucked in their homes around the wall, though only on the side that looked down a sloping hill. At the foot of the hill was a low wide field where the children of the town often played, but, as usual, Iris's eyes caught only the sight of a rushing river of silver and gray. The river twisted a

And blew me a kiss. Bitch. ************************ First period was Calculus, which usually meant blessed silence. Mr. Greaves was ancient and hated noise as much as I did. I slid into my seat at the back, ignored the snickering from the hockey twins up front, and focused on not crying into my binder. I kept touching my face—checking for smudges, stray makeup, anything that might make me more of a target than I already was. No one spoke to me. They never did.

And it hurt me. I tried to distract myself. I turned on a hockey game in the living room and sat on the couch. The players moved across the ice but I did not really pay attention. My mind kept drifting. I opened a book from my bag and tried to read. I went over the same page four times before I gave up. Nothing stuck. The storage room kept coming back to me. I remembered Noah's face when he finished talking. Not the explaining part. The exhausted look after. Like he had carried something heavy for months and was finally allowed to put it down.