Freezing Stories

The soldier only known as Jace-157 is part of a program to produce a new line of super soldiers to defend the world against the Nova, known as the Spartans. Higher-ups send down a Spartan super soldier down to West Genetics, who proves a match for the most powerful Pandora.

This will mainly be about some of the characters I have Mentioned with Selever

Ever since I've arrived on this planet, I've felt nothing but freezing cold. I don't know if I'll ever feel as warm as I did on Earth ever again...

Fingers freezing, Noses pink, Rudolph coming, So come celebrate with me. Lets snowboard into a wonderful winter. This is some what like a Documentary on winter, and the winter chapter of my life.

The world is ending, and Thea Jackson needs to head south before the Ice Age begins if she wants to survive, but she's trapped in her apartment under house arrest. If she tries to leave her apartment, the implant in her shoulder will make her heart explode, meaning she's trapped in a room that is about to become icebound. When her boyfriend, William Devlin appears to take her to safety, she has to choose between him and survival. William doesn't know she's a criminal, but if she wants to get out of here, she's going to have to admit to her crimes.

A short story

Once there were seven friends, who loved each other like family. They had just gotten comfortable at college, pursuing their futures, when one by one those futures are violently ripped away. "A house filled with the memories of seven, but only one left to remember." (Book 1 of the ODAFR series)

Skylar Mae Collins is a relatively normal girl. On the second thought, maybe not so normal. Since she was born, she has been obsessed with wolves. She longs to be able to work with them. As a scientist perhaps, examining them. Or maybe a veterinarian, specializing in wolves. Well, anything to do with wolves really. And since she was thirteen, she has had occuring dreams of a myterious boy, now a man, and what appears to be a wolf version of that same person. But this dream has had not much importance until now..... On a family vacation on Mount McKinley, Alaska,gone wrong,she wanders off the hiking path to take a closer look at what looks like a snow wolf and she falls. Hurting herself badly as she slowly bleeds into the snow. All hope is lost as a blizzard causes her to become practically invisible, half buried in the snow. she finally accepts the fact that she will die as she closes her eyes for what she thinks will be the last time. But during one of the coldest and most unforgiving nights, a pack of snow wolves stumble upon her dying body. Torn between the decision of leaving her be and taking her back to the village, a single wolf, the one Skylar has seen in her dreams feels a pull towards this young woman. Managing to convince the pack, they take her back. But these wolves are not what they seem to be......... Is this a miracle of another kind, or a disaster just waiting to happen? Only time will tell

This is my poetry book of me. Every poem I write will go in here, so I will update randomly. This book should give you some light as to what goes on in my messed up brain. Although it may not be clear, because some of the poems are happy and some are very very dark, it won't be easy to decipher my brain. You may get lost if you venture too deep.... But really, please enjoy my personal poems, and please comment to let me know what you think.

A man driving in the middle of the night picks up a person who may not be as he seems. -His voice was deep and raspy; perhaps due to the cold. There was also a flat quality about it, as though he didn't care that he was drenched in freezing rain. "I'm stranded out here. Can you take me into town so I can get a room?"-

This is a little short story about a man and his mental state of mind

Poetry about cold lol only posted because I was told to by my best friend/girlfriend

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Somewhere in the depths of the cold icy Antarctica, one survivor manages to thrive. Written with my friend on May 10, 2023

Gray and Natsu come into a situation, where they both get sick with terrible colds. They were supposedly given to them by poison, but what if there's a different cause to it? Writing this with @PoisionedNightshade

It is a short story from the perspective of the monster. We follow a man dying from an unknown power as his body is taken over by ice. Will he save himself as he finds a cabin in the middle of the snow-covered woods, or will he succumb to the cold?

He is banished to a lost island, thousands of miles from the nearest civilization and even further from the warmth of the sun. Day by day he battles the freezing temperatures and scavenges food from the few animals that inhabit the desolate landscape. But his greatest challenge is the never-ending fight against forgetting the rest of the world and the life that eventually led him to this cruel fate. The reluctant resident fights for escape when a remnant of the forgotten past reveals itself, pushing him to the limit of his endurance and the edge of sanity. In his quest for freedom and answers he not only fights against the elements but also forgotten monsters, that guard the secret of his imprisonment and freeze his heart at the mere sound of their distant roars.

Cryophobia: An abnormal and persistent fear of cold, including cold weather and cold objects. Sufferers from cryophobia experience anxietyeven though they realize their fear is irrational. To avoid cold, they may live in a warm climate, dress more warmly than necessary, stay indoors on cold days, and avoid cold foods and ice cubes. (A short story from myself to the Chicago college of performing arts written just for kicks)