Frostbite's Stories

3:27 AM

2008-02-16T23:03:48Z

His eyes shot open to darkness, and the voices, scenes, and faces slowly faded into obscurity. Staring into the inky blackness, he tried his best to separate reality from dreams, pushing through the walls of deceit, clawing at the fringes of the real world.

Despite his best efforts, however, he felt himself slipping once again. Falling past the ledges and cliffs, he tried so desperately to grab hold, leaving behind only streaked fingerprints in the dust.

Suddenly, he hit rock, knocking the wind out of him as if a car had struck him at full speed from behind. From the stars and spots floating around him emerged the same ghostly figure of a beautiful girl he’d seen so many times.

“Please, just let me out of here,” he pleaded, and was met with an outstretched, semi-transparent arm.

Tentatively, he reached out and grasped the hand, but soon regretted the decision. His whole body fell numb within an instant, and he collapsed.

The girl smiled, and disappeared. He could only sigh in his head, “Not again…”

Almost

2008-01-09T16:13:09Z

They had talked but never spoken,
seen but never heard,
times when thoughts subconsciously,
surrounded every word.

Listless eyes pan across the space,
seen so many times,
but theres something he just can’t erase,
hidden in those rhymes.

So again he’ll sit and rest,
as the words pass in their way,
wonder when the time is best,
and if that day’s today.

R-r-r-r-raaandooommmm

2007-09-27T01:22:00Z

THE END

...of all humanity had come. OK, so it really wasn’t that serious, but I had been woken up from sleep, and I was seething. “If its that toaster again I’m going to scream!” My mind traveled back to the great toaster revolution of 2015, and ever since then I had despised the little creatures, always plotting their revenge and burning my toast to an inedible crisp that no normal human could consume. I mean really, why is that ‘dark’ setting there anyway? If I wanted my bread to be reduced to its basic elemental components, I would just get a block of carbon to munch on… but that was beside the point.

Directly in front of the point laid my glasses, and seeing as how I needed them for seeing, it remained to be seen whether the dead cactus on my floor would ever be moved. That thing had been there for months and no one wanted to touch it.

Soon I started to wonder if any of this was possible, or if I was just really bored and wrote the first thing on my mind. To explain I will start at the beginning…

That place you go

2007-08-27T18:04:09Z

As he walked down the narrow, winding path, he realized just how long it had been since he had passed through here.

Trees pressed in on every side, standing tall in their majestic beauty, holding on to the autumn leaves with ever loosening grip. Each footstep crunched and seemed to echo complaints through the otherwise still and silent landscape. He knew that soon, the vibrant red, orange, and yellow of the maple trees would wither and fall to brown and gray, as winter set in.

After a few minutes of following the path, the trees parted, and the clearing could be seen. The wind, now unbridled by the surrounding forest, could be felt tugging at his jacket, a cool breeze hinting of changes to come.

Finally, at the end of his journey, he sat down on a large, flat rock, alone in the small void of open space. With a slow routine, took out a pencil and paper, and began to write.

It was in this place that he could concentrate, and create. The place that everyone should have, to escape it all, and just… relax.

Empty

2007-07-25T01:58:01Z

Between the shadows a footstep falls,
daring never to leave the sacred light,
every heartbeat echoes through hallowed halls,
the mere sound of breath to cut the night.

Winter glares back through frosted glass,
brittle hands clasping, choking the living,
stolid trees falling as over them will pass,
the sentence of death never forgiving.

In this rift of icy time the air forever hangs dead,
so I close my leaden eyes and slowly begin to fade,
past the dancing mind games who’s curiosity is fed,
and out of this empty world that my mind has made.

Science Fiction...ey (Part 2)

2007-07-10T18:10:54Z

Stardate 2764-159, 21:17 Earth Time. Somewhere near the planet Rathos.

We had watched in horror as 7 of the 9 ships we had were turned to mere space debris in a matter of seconds. The Intrepid, a small frigate, never made it through the first hyperspace jump, and came out the other end a tiny compressed ball of metal, no more than 2ft around. Faster-than-light space travel can do strange things.

The Corvatti battle cruiser, on the other hand, had followed us flawlessly, and as the black and red hull emerged from the hole in space, it wasted no time in firing off a series of short, devastating blasts that ripped our engines completely apart.

“Prepare for emergency planetary landing.” Said the calm, collected voice of the ship’s computer. It knew not the human emotions befalling us. Men were crying as the ship broke the atmosphere, barreling toward the planet’s gray surface.

I will try to continue this historical record as long as possible. My name is Ensign Mark Glaive, and (DATA STREAM INTERRUPTED )

Science Fiction...ey

2007-06-26T14:51:52Z

Stardate 2764-152, 14:56 Earth Time. Year 5 of the Corvatti attack and subsequent destruction of Earth II.

As of yet, no one knew why they hated us, but everyone knew that they were to be feared. It was this overwhelming fear, a sense of dread, that had settled over the whole group of ships that now floated through uncharted space. We were called a Scout Team by the Navy, but everyone else knew us as a Suicide Squadron. Families had cried as our vessels departed, knowing the chances of us coming back alive, or sane, were infinitesimally small.

We heard alarms before we saw them coming, red lights flashed warning signs and words were shouted over the loudspeaker. Our job was to find, not to fight, but the assault frigates we had were ready for either. The main deck shook as 45 Avenger missiles fired, but they were like fireworks compared to the plasma blast that tore through the ships next to us.

That was all we needed for a full retreat, and as the hyperdrive fired, I knew this battle was far from over.

The day the sun stood still

2007-06-15T16:09:10Z

All of time, all of existence, had come to a screeching, grinding halt. I looked above to my sworn enemy, the clock. The hour hand rested on the “1”, and the minute hand seemed to nearly move backwards, creeping over the “12”. Four hours had passed as a breath of wind dissipates on a spring day, but the remaining time stretched forward in front of me, a never-ending chasm of impossibility. “What am I going to do?” The thought rang in my head as if the very bells of Notre Dame had been struck in motion in my ears.

It was an understatement to say that I really wanted to go home. I was stuck in the doldrums of the day, with which many of us desk jockeys are all too familiar.

Sure, I could do work, but it was currently in short supply. If only these people would talk to me or something… if only I had something to occupy my time… its like I can feel these walls closing in faster and faster and faster its likeimgionginsaneAAAAHHH!

Oh. Wait. Its 5… Looks like I’ll retire to fight this battle again tomorrow.

Dazed and Confused

2007-06-13T02:07:01Z

At four in the morning, I decided I was tired of my cactus. I mean, it played checkers with the blind kid all night long, and everyone knows how annoying that can be.

As an immediate act of war, I grabbed the jar of chunky peanut butter by my bed. I keep it there in case of emergency, and boy did it come in handy this time.

Unfortunately, the cactus saw this coming. Dodging ninja star-like checkers flying through the air, I swiftly jumped behind the confused llama that occasionally wanders through my room. The jar of peanut butter caught the checkers, and it was quickly discarded.

Some ingenuity and creativity with a rubber band, piece of yarn, and pocket lint brought my foe to the ground. Unfortunately, just when i thought I had won, the plague of angry caramel candies defended the fallen cactus’s honor.

Surrounded, outnumbered, and sick to my stomach, (you can only eat so many candies you know), I thought that I had lost.

Then… I remembered passing out… and got up to find some aspirin.

Illusion

2007-06-13T01:39:53Z

Waiting…. watching….wondering…
Hourglass pouring grains of sand,
each like an ancient second hand.
A instance is an hour a second is a day,
but no one ever told me it would be this way.
Now I wonder if you were ever really there,
as into this blankness here I stare.
Maybe you just don’t exist, an enigma unseen,
if so I pray I never wake from this dream.

Make it the best you can

2007-06-06T03:39:01Z

Snaking and crawling these thoughts in my head,
stalking like a shadow to cover the bed.
Reminiscing of whispers alone in the night,
those times long past have left their blight,
to tear, decay, leaving me for dead.

Could I go back to the times that I know,
to take all these rifts and together them sew?
Would you be there waiting for me,
where we always thought we were meant to be,
and into the future arm in arm go?

Though question the story which we know not the end,
and all hope is lost, we will only pretend.
Life that we have may not be our choice,
we yell and we scream but don’t hear our voice,
through deafening silence never seeing around the bend.

But against the darkness, a new day will fight,
what will we see through the ever gaining light?
The path we leave littered with mistakes long left behind,
yet the road ahead smooth allowing us merely to find,
if one leaves the past, ones future is bright.

Those days

2007-06-05T21:21:29Z

Do you remember those days? I can remember them well.
The tubes were so huge! And mom was there when you fell.
Days moved forward, on an unstoppable path,
Who are we to challenge them,
or to stand to times wrath ?
Years later we look back, to the times we held so dear, and wonder where they went.
We cant go back a day, a year, but hope our time was well spent.
But its funny to think, those days aren’t gone, they may merely be hiding in need of being found.
So tell me please, whats your new playground ?