Frozen Fever Full Short Film Novels & Stories

she stuttered breathlessly "i think id like to take you up on your offer" she smiles coyly at me "im ggiving myself to you..... freely" and its nearly my undoing, i scoop her up in my arms and near run back to her room, i kick the door shut behind us and stand her in the middle of floor, shes trembling, "Are you cold little one?" "NO, no im just, i kinda used my bravado telling you i want you too. Im nervous i guess"

Truthful answer, slightly embarrassing. [Nora]: I find you in the warm-up. wherever you are on the ice. and then I feel better Three dots appeared. Stayed for a while. [Jordan]: yeah? [Nora]: yeah. don't make it weird [Jordan]: I'm not making it weird [Jordan]: I do the same thing I stared at that for probably thirty seconds. [Nora]: okay [Jordan]: okay [Jordan]: get some sleep, Vasquez. four days [Nora]: night, A-minus

Selene POV: They didn’t wait for dawn. The failures arrive in waves through the night, staggered just enough to look organic if you want to believe in coincidence. A healer collapses in the marshlands after treating three dampened patients without protective wards. A bonded pair in the foothills loses synchronization so abruptly it sends one of them into shock. In a coastal town, a council member freezes mid-speech, calm leaking out of him like air from a punctured lung. None of them die.

1%. "He’s gone, Julian," Elara whispered into the radio. "We're on the ice." "Good," Julian’s voice was a ghost of a sound. "Look... to the South. Do you... see it?" Elara looked. Far across the frozen sea, past the horizon of ash and iron, there was a Flicker. It wasn't a glowing silo. It wasn't a drone. It was a Fire. A real, orange, flickering fire. And around the fire, she could see silhouettes. They weren't wolves. They weren't sovereigns. They were small, huddled shapes.

“And I'm so cold, but it is so hot.” His eyes stayed shut, but his fingers reached blindly until they found my sleeve. “I know, little wolf.” I understood what this was all too clearly. This was wolf fever and once it started, it was not going to ease up easily. His body was just going to have to regulate with the surrounding. “What's going on?” Zea asked. Her eyes met mine, and I shook my head. “He's having a fever. I'm going to go and get him a cold towel.”I said, and she rushed to his side. I walked towards the bathroom, soaking a towel beneath freezing water, wrung it out and folded it over his forehead as I sat on the bed.

“107. She’s delirious.” “Start a cold bath, as cold as you can.” I knelt beside her. “Hey, baby girl, it’s Ghost. Can you hear me?” She gave me no sign she was conscious with the fit she was experiencing. The fever was the only symptom I could see. “Let’s cool you down.” I scooped her out of her bed as she continued to shake. “It’s cold.” Harris backed out of the way as I laid her in it. A thin nightshirt didn’t cover her very well. I shielded Harris’s view.

The thin sheet of ice that was his lips bent a single micron. "He fears the cold. Below freezing, his connection to others' pheromones is briefly severed. Cut his communications on the battlefield, and he is left with nothing but himself." "So the old bones fear the cold." Rex dumped the eggs back into the pan. The motion was rough. Egg splattered out. The stove flame kissed it into scorched stars. He grinned. "Then freeze him to death." Silas ignored the grin. His ash pheromones condensed at his fingertips. An almost invisible layer of frost. Barely perceptible in the morning light.

Ice cream would make the temperature drop faster, wouldn't it? - You have a stolen baby, you don't have a thermometer and you want to cure your fever with an ice pack? - Mandy put her hands on her hips, stunned - Ben, buy a thermometer now. Babi, I want the compress, with tap water. All this in five minutes. If the fever doesn't go down, we'll take her to the hospital. - No! – we shouted at the same time again. - Change of plans: tell me where you took this child from and then we'll do the rest - she looked at the clock and crossed her arms - You have ten minutes to tell everything, exactly "everything".

A fragile illusion my subconscious clung to, painting warmth and life where there was only the cold edge of oblivion. They said the fever had dragged me all the way to Death’s doorstep—burning me from the inside out, freezing my veins until my body started shutting down. I’d nearly crossed over, they whispered, like it was some heroic tale. Crawled right up to the brink and somehow… clawed my way back.

An hour? At minus forty degrees, I would succumb to hypothermia in ten minutes. In the biting wind and snow, my lips were frozen stiff, and my husband’s betrayal made my voice choke with emotion."You never wanted me to live from the very start, did you?" Through the communicator came Luna's drawn out voice, "Ding ding ding! You got it right, so your prize is to have the chance to use your life to win me a research slot! "Only one life in exchange for my bright future! Isn't that sooo worth it?"