The image is made of own imagination and thoughts (competition 26)

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you post your story with my picture on your blog.
yes your blog
and you also post the story in the comment box here on my blog
and with a link to your post

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it mus be related to my picture
Be creative when creating the story



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Ambiente espectacular en un lugar donde la nieve es el elemento predominante en un espacio abierto.

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thank you so much @brismar

Amazing view of Ice sea

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Xpilar guess what I just got downvoted for having sbi shares. This dude downvoted me with 5 accounts.

Took away some of my tokens for my post Even though the downvotes are small it still hurts when I did nothing wrong.

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yes @teenagecrypto, it hurts even if there is a downvote that does not go beyond the reward.
It is only badly done by that person to do so

!BEER
for you

Great try with this digital art getting perfect with this too



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Waw!
It's mindblowing i just save this pic for my computer walpaper

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Thanks @xpilar for giving me a good wallpaper for PC. Nice art

Hi @xpilar


Infierno Blanco

Rhonald se aproximó lo más que pudo al calefactor, sus adormecidas manos estaban prácticamente pegadas de la rejilla del aparato, la batería casi se había agotado; cuando esto sucediera, sólo su traje térmico lo protegería de las heladas temperaturas del casquete polar de Tetis.

Una extensa capa de hielo cubría el polo norte del planeta, por la inclinación del eje de rotación, esta parte del globo, no recibía luz de la fría enana roja, durante todo el año, por lo que el océano estaba congelado hasta varias decenas de metros de profundidad.

Rhonald, piloto de una pequeña nave de exploración, había caído sobre la capa de hielo polar de Tetis, durante una misión de reconocimiento y monitoreo de los sistemas de terraformación, que se encontraban por aquel entonces adecuando el planeta para su habitabilidad.

Completamente solo, a cinco años luz de la estación de emergencia más próxima, ahora dependía de que los sistemas de terraformación pudieran detectar su última transmisión de emergencia y la IA, actuara, enviando un paquete de información a la estación, para que enviaran una misión de rescate.

Ya habían pasado diez días de su accidentado descenso, su nave se despedazó durante el impacto, quedando sus restos dispersos a lo largo de dos kilómetros sobre la blanca capa de hielo. Para su fortuna, pudo rescatar los paquetes de suministros que llevaba para la misión y el calefactor de emergencia, sin embargo, después de diez días, las baterías del calefactor estaban casi agotadas y los alimentos se habían terminado.

Por segunda vez, golpeo la rejilla del aparato, esperando inútilmente que eso lo hiciera emitir más calor. Sus dedos, adormecidos y amoratados por el frio, empezaban a sentirse más como pedazos de carne muerta, que como parte de sus manos. No se había retirado las botas desde que llegó a aquel infierno congelado, pero sentía que, en sus pies, sucedía algo similar a lo que podía ver en sus manos.

El traje térmico parecía ya no estar funcionando, al parecer, los escasos fotones que llegaban a aquel lugar, no eran suficientes como para recargar sus baterías, así que su sistema de climatización dinámico había dejado de funcionar, y sólo lo protegían las capas de tejido aislante que lo formaban y que eran insuficientes para mantenerlo caliente por sí solas.

Ahora, sin ninguna fuente de calor y aparentemente sin esperanza de recibir ayuda, sentía que todo había llegado a su final, sin más que hacer, temblando violentamente y con todos sus músculos contraídos, se puso de pie y empezó a caminar de un lado a otro sin rumbo, simplemente intentando inútilmente calentar su cuerpo. Una gran sensación de cansancio y somnolencia lo agobiaban, pero sabia que no podía dejarse vencer por el sueño, no sin antes encontrar como calentarse.

Caminó a lo largo de la línea del impacto, esperando encontrar algo que lo ayudará, al llegar al principio, sitio donde la nave golpeó el hielo por primara vez, pudo encontrar uno de los pequeños cohetes de combustible químico, que aun eran usados para disminuir la velocidad de las cápsulas de escape al llegar a tierra, de alguna extraña manera había ido a tener ahí.

Se recostó de un fragmento grande del fuselaje que había quedado en el lugar y se empezó a quitar el traje térmico, por alguna razón que desconocía, sentía que le empezaba a quemar el cuerpo y le pareció que también sería un buen objeto para quemar con el combustible del cohete.

Vestido ahora sólo con la delgada ropa interior, colocó el mameluco térmico sobre el hielo y con su navaja agujereo el tanque de combustible del cohete, derramando el gel combustible, que aun a tan bajas temperatura, permanecía fluido, luego, con la batería de su inútil comunicador el cual había retirado del mameluco, antes de dejarlo en el piso, y un par de cables que arrancó con dificultad de los circuitos del cohete, logró, a duras penas, debido a sus endurecidos dedos, encender la tela impregnada en combustible.


―Lo encontramos, señor, pero su cuerpo estaba completamente carbonizado ―dijo el cadete, señalando en dirección a un gran trozo de fuselaje de la nave siniestrada.

―¿Cómo pasó? ―pregunto el líder de la misión de rescate.

―Es difícil de decir, aun sus restos están humeantes ―dijo el joven haciendo u gesto de desagrado ―. Al parecer trató de encender fuego con combustible de un booster, y lo derramó sobre él, al encenderlo se incendió a si mismo. Encontramos el tanque del cohete perforado. Tal parece que ocurrió hace pocas horas.


White Hell

Rhonald got as close as he could to the heater, his sleepy hands were practically stuck to the grid of the device, the battery had almost run out; by the time this happened, only his thermal suit would protect him from the freezing temperatures of the Tetis polar ice cap.

An extensive layer of ice covered the north pole of the planet, by the inclination of the axis of rotation, this part of the globe, did not receive light from the cold red dwarf, during the whole year, reason why the ocean was frozen up to several tens of meters of depth.

Rhonald, pilot of a small exploration spacecraft, had fallen on the polar ice sheet of Tetis, during a mission of reconnaissance and monitoring of the terraformation systems, which were then adapting the planet for its habitability.

Completely alone, five light years away from the nearest emergency station, it now depended on the terraformation systems to detect its last emergency transmission and the IA to act by sending an information packet to the station to send a rescue mission.

Ten days after his accidental descent, his ship crumbled during the impact, leaving his remains scattered along two kilometers on the white ice layer. Fortunately, he was able to rescue the mission supply packs and the emergency heater, but after ten days, the heater's batteries were almost exhausted and the food had run out.

For the second time, he hit the grill of the appliance, uselessly hoping that it would cause it to emit more heat. His fingers, numbed and bruised by the cold, began to feel more like pieces of dead flesh than as part of his hands. He had not removed his boots since he arrived in that frozen hell, but he felt that, on his feet, something similar to what he could see in his hands was happening.

The thermal suit no longer seemed to be working, apparently, the few photons that arrived at that place, were not enough to recharge their batteries, so their dynamic air conditioning system had stopped working, and only the layers of insulating fabric that formed it and were insufficient to keep it warm on their own.

Now, with no source of heat and apparently no hope of receiving help, he felt that everything had come to an end, with nothing more to do, shaking violently and with all his muscles contracted, he stood up and began to walk from one side to the other aimlessly, simply trying uselessly to warm up his body. A great sensation of tiredness and drowsiness overwhelmed him, but he knew that he could not be overcome by sleep, not before finding how to warm up.

He walked along the line of impact, hoping to find something that would help him, when he arrived at the beginning, place where the ship hit the ice for the first time, he could find one of the small chemical fuel rockets, which were still used to slow down the escape capsules when he got to land, in some strange way he had gone to have there.

He leaned back from a large fragment of the fuselage that had remained in place and began to remove the thermal suit, for some reason that he did not know, he felt that it began to burn the body and it seemed to him that it would also be a good object to burn with the fuel of the rocket.

Dressed now only in his thin underwear, he placed the thermal mamluk on the ice and with his hole knife the fuel tank of the rocket, spilling the fuel gel, which even at such a low temperature, remained fluid, then, with the battery of his useless communicator which he had removed from the mamluk, before leaving it on the floor, and a couple of cables that he had difficulty pulling out of the circuits of the rocket, he managed, with difficulty, due to his hardened fingers, to ignite the fabric impregnated with fuel.


-We found him, sir, but his body was completely charred, -said the cadet, pointing in the direction of a large piece of fuselage from the sinister ship.

-How did it happen? -asked the leader of the rescue mission.

-It's hard to say, even his remains are smoking, -said the young man making a gesture of displeasure -. Apparently he tried to light a fire with fuel from a booster, and spilled it on him, when he lit it he burned himself. We found the rocket tank pierced. That seems to have happened a few hours ago.


Thank you @xpilar, I hope the story was to your liking

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Hi @amart29

thanks for the great story, I enjoyed it

Beautiful weather view nice sharing

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Hi @teresah

thanks for great description based on my digital photo



Hey @xpilar, here is a little bit of BEER from @cloudblade for you. Enjoy it!

A VERY WONDERFUL PICTURE AND FULLY AMAZING IMAGINATION, I LOVE IT

Let's eliminate the cold distance.
Your icy body lies on my side

Like Antarctic ice, you show up every night

Your winter breath cools my body

I don't know what you do next to me.

I slowly take off my robe and fearfully offer myself

I need to save from the ice what one day was fire

I want to eliminate the distance in this bed

I wish you wish to be by my side.

I look at you sideways and see you contemplate me

I swallow my pride for my wet desire

I look at you straight and smiled lustfully

I invite you to cut the distance in this bed

I need you to be on my side and make me yours.

Let my fire break your ice

Save me from this horror that I live in the winter

Let's eliminate the cold distance that is lived in this bed

Let's turn hot water, the ice that separates us

Let the divine fire of love invade us

Stay on my side of the bed and my soul.

https://steemit.com/xpilar/@anasuleidy/let-s-eliminate-the-cold-distance-competition-26

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Hi @anasuleidy

thanks for great story / poem based on my digital image

@xpilar, I want to give this picture a Title as, Float With Ice. Stay blessed.

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Greetings, my friend. I do not know how I could forget to place the link here. Unforgivable because the image is very inspiring.

Words

Words that don't fly with the wind,
are like stakes in the heart,
bleeding profusely from a deep wound,
in a rough sea.
Words that hide secrets,
capable of leaving cracks in the soul.
Sometimes indelible footprints,
are full of cruelty,
that cause great pain.
A cracked ice sheet remains;
black words painted white,
hides the real weather.
But at the end of the icy horizon,
the polar aurora indicates a path
with its bright light,
and it says in the horizontal line,
hope is found.

https://steemit.com/steempress/@antoniarhuiz/imagecontest26xpilar-b6ofmq401b

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Hi @antoniarhuiz

thanks for great description / poems

Communication through the portal.

It was a rainy day, brothers Daniel and Carlos were so bored and desperate, because the rain did not stop and the cold was getting worse.
Trying to run away from boredom they decided to watch television but the strong thunder damaged the signal, the boys decided to do other things, when they were already entertained a noise coming from the TV called their attention, they were in morse code, the boys knew well about that , because his father was passionate about the telegraph.
So the boys took paper and pencil and translated the signs that came to him, someone asked for help, because the flood was such that even pieces of ice floated outside their homes.
The boys lived very close to the sea and knew that when he cried so hard anything that could happen.
They wanted to communicate, they wanted to answer the signals but they didn't know how to do it, they decided to leave and arrive at the address they had given, but when they left the house they saw that they had the sea too close.
This situation was definitely more complicated than they thought, they went back home and when they saw the TV there was already the normal signal, in all the media they talked about a portal that had opened between the sky and the sea, causing the sea grew to never seen quantities.

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Many spoke of code communications that gave directions which were within the portal, it was an unprecedented situation, which had changed the history of the inhabitants of the earth.
The rain stopped but the portal never closed, there were times that Daniel and Carlos listened to news and communications in code, they knew they had no response but enjoyed when that happened, they remembered their father.



https://steemit.com/xpilar/@jdbs/communication-through-the-portal