Breaking the Ice


Ex-Ficly, new Ficlatte writer with a not-unhealthy internet fiction addiction.

The hidden thing inside the pipe twisted, thrusting deeper, spewing waxy slivers of ice in its wake – a fixed point around which their world revolved.

“It can’t be stopped,” he stated.

“How much further?” asked Srinin.

“A few hundred metres; a few more days."

“And then?”

The place throbbed. Hywell allowed the vibration to enter him and felt the world around recede. He was a point on a line - darkness behind, darkness before, sliding helplessly onward. How vain, he thought, to imagine the future evitable.

“Sir?” The world resolved; he saw Srinin looking at him expectantly.

“Logically, it's not possible," he replied. "We must disregard the evidence of our senses.”

“But you heard it?”

“Oh yes.”

“The song, from below. From three miles beneath the ice.”

Hywell looked beyond her, beyond the walls of the control room, beyond the huddle of flimsy buildings around the drilling rig, out onto the frozen plateau.

“I heard it,” he muttered. “And long before I ever came to this place.”


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Jim Stitzel

Jim Stitzel

Fascinating as much in what isn't shown as what is.

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ElshaHawk LoA

ElshaHawk LoA

Why would he deny the existence of the end of the world as he knows it and ask others to do the same? Ignorance is bliss? Too tired to seek answers? C'mon man! Do something!

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Why not make him? And test the sequel function at the same time.

  • #36 Posted 7 years ago
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Makes me think of Europa and that "ALL THESE WORLDS ARE YOURS EXCEPT EUROPA" message from "2010: The Year We Make Contact".

  • #87 Posted 7 years ago
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