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Prisons of Ice and Fire

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Parts 11
Time 1h 6m

android clifi dystopian nearfuture postapocalypse

A CliFi short  story.

Imagine a place where there is a searing thousand mile desert that runs to a sea...
...a sea that one hundred miles off shore is so cold you die within a minute if you fall in.
Five hundred miles to the south of the sea is a frozen landscape in perpetual winter...
... a place that is always snowed on and that frequently calves monster icebergs.

Hardly anywhere on land is safe; little life survives.
The last refuge of mankind are the Stilt Cities, floating in the middle of the ocean.

To the north are the Desert Domes: the last farms, protecting plants from the intense heat and sand.
To the south the Ice Quarries: the last supply of fresh, cooling water.

A current system moves strongly along the divide of heat and cold, but rarely over it.
You, however, move across it like a metronome... tick... tick... tick...

...and as the prison ship Destiny plies the waves, a secretive cult have a strange request of the Captain.All Rights Reserved

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Ancia: Bladestorm by Adamento

Raz is just trying to get by. A little bit of dirt on the hands puts food on the table, open doors. But what will he do when his own hands become unrecognizable? When the world has put you in a box you've so desperately try to escape, only to trip back into it? When you're just a piece in someone else's game? A mytholite in Ancia is nothing but a tool, and how easily he allows himself to be used. But use a tool wrong, and someone is bound to get hurt. A storm is brewing over Ancia; the shining beacon of civility in a new world. And when it makes landfall, it will be at the edge of a blade. (This is a story I've largely given up on and will not continue editing. Sorry if there are some errors! Check out the doc link to view in a different format.)

The Hawaiian Special Forces by WingedPanther73

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Rogue. (IN REVISION) by Seri_The_Rock

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I Am No Drama God by zqgbbc

After a crimson meteor streaked across the sky, human civilization came to a standstill. From that day on, no one could build a rocket, a nuclear bomb, an airplane, or even a car... The towering pyramid of modern science collapsed in an instant-but the catastrophe did not end there. A gray world descended with the crimson meteor, like a ghostly reflection in a shattered mirror, slowly dragging civilization into the abyss of chaos. In this era, human life is as insignificant as dust; in this era, humanity shines like the stars. As the great edifice of civilization crumbles, someone sees a lone performer standing amidst the ruins. His crimson cloak flows like blood, his laughter and tears interwoven. Behind him, the curtain of a new era slowly rises. He spreads his arms wide and whispers to the countless souls before him- "Let the show... begin." Copyright at https://changdunovel.com/wap/share-v2.html?aid=1967&book_id=7276384138653862966&share_type=0&share_code=vynTISyQNvnu30PjScufNyApiSPYuP1-MJfUNGQ4Fhg%3D

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The Day of Reckoning by KartheyM

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Starvengers by JSRiverfield992

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Ancia: Bladestorm cover

The Hawaiian Special Forces cover

Rogue. (IN REVISION) cover

I Am No Drama God cover

Cracks in the Spires cover

The Day of Reckoning cover

Starvengers cover

Tide of Traitors cover

The Chronicles of the Milky Way Galaxy : Gaia cover

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Ancia: Bladestorm

Raz is just trying to get by. A little bit of dirt on the hands puts food on the table, open doors. But what will he do when his own hands become unrecognizable? When the world has put you in a box you've so desperately try to escape, only to trip back into it? When you're just a piece in someone else's game? A mytholite in Ancia is nothing but a tool, and how easily he allows himself to be used. But use a tool wrong, and someone is bound to get hurt. A storm is brewing over Ancia; the shining beacon of civility in a new world. And when it makes landfall, it will be at the edge of a blade. (This is a story I've largely given up on and will not continue editing. Sorry if there are some errors! Check out the doc link to view in a different format.)