Thin Ice Novels & Stories

The trees surrounding the pond stood frozen, their branches adorned with delicate icicles that sparkled like diamonds in the sunlight. I couldn't help but marvel at the details that emerged upon closer inspection. Tiny bubbles were trapped within the ice, capturing a snapshot of the pond's life before it succumbed to winter's icy grip. Delicate patterns of frost spread across the surface, resembling intricate lacework crafted by nature's hand. As we stood there, surrounded by the frozen beauty of the pond, I realised that there was a unique kind of peace in this wintry stillness. The world may have been permanently hushed in Snow, but there was a profound beauty in the quietude.

It didn’t take long and soon I was out! I was standing on a lake which has turned into hard cold ice due to the bitter winter season. The sky continued spitting small snowflakes, covering the land with their white crystals. My feet were bare against the hard ice but I didn’t feel the bite that I had expected. I was wearing a small white summer dress that barely covered my body. Despite the unforgiving cold which would give one very bad frostbite, I was miraculously warm.

It wouldn't draw people's attention to us. Soon I had a glass of drink in my hand and everyone was exchanging a word or two among themselves. It was difficult to engage in a longer conversation due to the loud music inside the club, despite being at a much lower volume than in the lower hall, where there was also the dance floor.

We could hear the footsteps that followed loudly, making us scramble apart without saying a word. I pushed myself upright, my palms stinging from the cold concrete, heart hammering so violently I was surprised it didn’t echo louder than the doors had. Asher straightened at the same time, too fast, like he was trying to outrun whatever had just happened between us. Neither of us looked at the other. A figure crossed the rink in the distance, a janitor, maybe, or staff with keys jangling faintly, boots squeaking once against the floor. “Well,” Asher said, voice rough. “That was… graceful.”

The freezing current swirls around my shoulders, wrapping icy fingers around my limbs, but my determination remains a burning forge against the absolute zero of the basin. I kick my legs with frantic, rhythmic bursts, ignoring the leaden weight of my saturated gear as I fight every inch of the subterranean undertow. Bubbles escape my lips as I kick upward toward the faint amber-gold reflection shimmering on the surface, but my heavy boots and water-logged leathers act like anchors dragging me deeper into the freezing trench. The icy pressure feels like a physical weight crushing my ribs, whispering of surrender and eternal sleep in the heart of the glacier. Just as the black edges of unconsc

"They're going to faint on the ice." A few others chuckled. Even some students sitting on the spectators side looked entertained. Meanwhile Noa looked ready to commit murder, and Leon wasn't much better. Neither liked being embarrassed, especially not publicly. Coach Finn blew his whistle again. Phweeet! The sharp sound echoed throughout the rink. "Enough of the chit-chat!" Everyone immediately straightened. The coach pointed toward center ice. "Rotation, guys!"

"Oh, whatever. You must stay strong. You're still young, so you shouldn't end your life over that rotten asshat! I haven't even traveled the world with you yet. "Hey, have you seen Rime Ice before? It happens when supercooled water droplets freeze on things. I'll show you! Here are some pictures I took last winter. I haven't even sent them to you yet." She opened her phone's gallery and clicked on a series of pictures to show Josephine. One was a picture taken on a mountain, where a blanket of snow covered everything. There were also frozen icicles hanging from the trees. Everything about it seemed magical and pristine. It was as if one's soul could become purified from being there. The plac

Armani managed to push Dex towards the wall and grabbed Zaylee's body. "Armani lay her back there" "Sorry friend" Armani dashed out of the house. Dex's vision became bloody, he took out a bottle of wine by the counter and drank it all in a gulp. He shattered the bottle on the floor and began to pick up the pieces "Zaylee!" he yelled her name. The broken glasses had injured his skin and blood gushed out. "Zaylee!!" he yelled her name louder this time. He managed to get up but got his foot sliced by a bigger piece of the broken glass

It hit me before I could get out of the way. He grabbed Sheila and they bolted for the door. I chased after them, pain ripping through me, and then I was hit by something that made my insides turn to ice.

Huge wooden tubs filled with freezing well water lined the stone walls, their surfaces skimmed over with thin layers of ice. Elena dropped the heavy pile of linen onto the granite floor. Her breath formed thick, ragged clouds in the darkness. She knelt beside the first wooden tub, her bare hands plunging into the freezing water to break the ice. The cold was so intense it felt like a thousand needles driving directly into her bone marrow. She grabbed a thick vanguard cloak, scrubbing the heavy fabric against a ridged wooden board with mindless, rhythmic desperation.