Thin Ice Novels & Stories

“It looks like it.” At this point, Alex scanned the environment again. It seemed far too quiet an atmosphere to have followed such a terrible storm. He looked over at the river running not far from them, except that it was no longer running. It was now completely frozen over. He walked over to the river with growing curiosity. As he gazed upon it, something strange caught his attention. His mind had to be playing tricks on him from the exhaustion he was feeling. As he stared down at the water, it did not look frozen solid. It appeared to be motionless.

he said. They walked and the lake moved beside them in its cold February way and the city sat behind them in its dense self-satisfied presence and the wind was the kind that pressed rather than merely chilled and neither of them was cold, or if they were it was the kind of cold that was simply weather rather than the other kind, the kind that got into your joints and stayed, the kind that had nothing to do with temperature. At some point his hand found hers.

“Purewater! Come now, don’t you want to sell me purewater, I want everything.” He said to her and she frowned before she walked slowly to his store, business was slow that day and she had not even sold much since morning and the cold sachet water was no longer cold. “It is not cold ooo.” She said to him.

The lunar pull of this season has changed us. The pack has never exerted itself with such ferocity. I can feel the heat radiating off my teammates, a burning contrast to the sub-zero temperature of the ice. My own muscles are screaming, taxed to the absolute limit of lupine endurance, but my consciousness is crystalline. I am centered. Every sense is tuned to the singular frequency of the win.

*** Hyacinth *** The snow was falling steadily, each flake drifting through the air with a quiet grace before settling on the ground. The cold wrapped itself around me, sharper than I’d ever felt before, biting at my skin, seeping into my bones. Every breath felt like ice in my lungs, the chill so deep it seemed to crawl beneath my clothes, making my muscles stiff and unresponsive. This wasn’t just cold; it was a sharp, unforgiving kind of cold that seemed to gnaw at everything it touched.

Thus , he could only grit his teeth and continue the farce . " This magic is called ' the dance of eternal ice ' " said Chelsea with a smile that didn't reached her eyes " if the sword touched even a hair of your body , your entire being will freeze into an ice statue and will crumble into pieces , there will be no blood , no gruesome screaming and you will vanish from the face of the earth in a puddle of water " " What - you are lying ! How can there -"

Every tiny sound seemed louder. I felt a sudden, sharp shock of cold. I gasped as he trailed an ice cube slowly down my neck. He moved it in slow circles, following the line of my throat down to the space between my breasts. The ice was melting, and I could feel the cold water trickling down my skin, making me shiver. He moved the cube over my breast, circling one nipple until it was hard and sensitive. The contrast between the freezing ice and my hot, flushed skin was almost too much to bear.

SASHA THE LAKE IS FROZEN SOLID, blending into the land. Everything covered by a uniform blanket of snow. The only markings on the surface are the triangular tracks made by geese and other animals in search of food. My own boot-prints cross on top of them as I make my way slowly over the ice.

His face was coated in frost, his lips tinged purple. "Boss! Boss! Something’s wrong! "On the highway! The trucks… They just shut down on their own! The diesel in the tanks has turned into slush! It’s freezing out there. It's unnaturally cold!" Still shaking, he reached for the metal railing beside him. The moment his fingers touched it, a thin layer of ice spread instantly from the contact point. The skin on his fingertips turned a dark purplish-black right before my eyes. I staggered back in shock.