Monday, September 10, 2007
A Frigid Sleety One-Dog Night Snowstorms Origin
1:43 PM | Posted by
Warwriter Widow
February 1983, University of Washington, Seattle.
"Tammy, what's in Alaska besides polar bears?" Rosie Santos shoved her glasses up on her nose.
"C'mon, Rosie, I don't wanna go by myself!"
Rosie sighed. Tammy wanted to go on this trip to Fairbanks, Alaska to watch the auroras. It would be extra credit for Tammy's astronomy course - which she so far had a good solid C in. Money wasn't an issue for Rosie - her parents were surgeons in Coeur d'Alene, Idaho. Rosie knew it was an excuse for a bunch of college kids to get together and have wild orgies at night. She knew from experience that she would be out of that party.
The two had been roommates since freshman year. Many times they were called Abbot and Costello, with Rosie being the Costello. Rosie's saving grace was her easy disposition. However, college guys didn't want short fat girls who were there to actually learn. Tammy got her laid for the first and only time in her life; Rosie got her to pass Western Civ I and II. It was an even exchange.
"Watch the auroras, huh?" She looked back down at her book.
"Daaaanny's gonna be there," said Tammy, her hair-sprayed high hair bopping as she sang the word. She'd had her eye on Danny ever since he said he was interested in the history of art deco. He wasn't a looker - but, then, neither was she - so she took it any where she could get it.
"Okay, how much are the tickets?"
The trip was limited to 30 because that's how many the small two-engined plane from Anchorage to Fairbanks could hold. From Fairbanks, the bus would take them a few hours north away from city lights.
Rosie got to sit with a Michael Davidson on the ride from Seattle to Anchorage. He was one of the other astronomy students. His major was music, so their conversations were interesting but sometimes got technical. Daaaaanny sat with a pretty blond, so Rosie knew she'd lost him.
After they got to Anchorage, they switched to the smaller plane. Rosie was put on last, and she knew why - they needed to know where to balance the weight, since she weighed more than the average passenger. She pushed her glasses up, knowing there was nothing she could do about it, and plopped herself into the seat. She sat by herself. She pulled out her copy of Different Seasons by Stephen King and settled in to read.
Tom Naisbitt was also reading, a Book of Shadows disguised as a simple paperback novel. He tried not to mutter the complicated words, knowing if he gave them sound, something could very well happen.
His purpose in this trip was to try and tap into the power of the aurora. He already knew how to control the weather somewhat: Create a breeze, offer lightning in a rainstorm. His teacher gave him this book to study, but he hadn't found anything about auroras. He didn't even know if they had anything to do with the weather.
He glanced out the window, around the sleeping form of another student. It was snowing; he could barely see the wing. How can a pilot fly in this? They don't need to see where they're going, do they?
He returned to his book, and it was a short time later that the plane jerked upwards suddenly. Anyone who was standing was catapulted to the rear of the plane. Tom knew the plane was struggling to climb, but now with most of the weight at the rear, it wouldn't get going fast enough -
Tom gripped the arm of his chair, trying to ignore the screaming, trying to remember the words to call winds to carry them -
The plane's starboard wing sheered off, and the body split in half four seats back from that wing. As rear of the plane disappeared into the howl of the blizzard, Tom felt the section he was in spin with a loud screech of metal and slam to a complete stop.
Tom felt something in his stomach. He looked to see the student sitting next to him, his eyes glazed in death, and looked down to see himself impaled on a piece of metal that had gone through his companion and now into him.
Tom focused, hearing screams and moans around him, and closed his eyes, blocking them out. A spell came unbidden, and he shouted the words into the face of the storm, then collapsed.
Slowly, ice began to encompass some of the people who were left on the plane. As they died, the ice stopped - but for some, the ice enveloped them, kept them barely alive - until they were rediscovered.
In August, 2007.
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"Tammy, what's in Alaska besides polar bears?" Rosie Santos shoved her glasses up on her nose.
"C'mon, Rosie, I don't wanna go by myself!"
Rosie sighed. Tammy wanted to go on this trip to Fairbanks, Alaska to watch the auroras. It would be extra credit for Tammy's astronomy course - which she so far had a good solid C in. Money wasn't an issue for Rosie - her parents were surgeons in Coeur d'Alene, Idaho. Rosie knew it was an excuse for a bunch of college kids to get together and have wild orgies at night. She knew from experience that she would be out of that party.
The two had been roommates since freshman year. Many times they were called Abbot and Costello, with Rosie being the Costello. Rosie's saving grace was her easy disposition. However, college guys didn't want short fat girls who were there to actually learn. Tammy got her laid for the first and only time in her life; Rosie got her to pass Western Civ I and II. It was an even exchange.
"Watch the auroras, huh?" She looked back down at her book.
"Daaaanny's gonna be there," said Tammy, her hair-sprayed high hair bopping as she sang the word. She'd had her eye on Danny ever since he said he was interested in the history of art deco. He wasn't a looker - but, then, neither was she - so she took it any where she could get it.
"Okay, how much are the tickets?"
The trip was limited to 30 because that's how many the small two-engined plane from Anchorage to Fairbanks could hold. From Fairbanks, the bus would take them a few hours north away from city lights.
Rosie got to sit with a Michael Davidson on the ride from Seattle to Anchorage. He was one of the other astronomy students. His major was music, so their conversations were interesting but sometimes got technical. Daaaaanny sat with a pretty blond, so Rosie knew she'd lost him.
After they got to Anchorage, they switched to the smaller plane. Rosie was put on last, and she knew why - they needed to know where to balance the weight, since she weighed more than the average passenger. She pushed her glasses up, knowing there was nothing she could do about it, and plopped herself into the seat. She sat by herself. She pulled out her copy of Different Seasons by Stephen King and settled in to read.
Tom Naisbitt was also reading, a Book of Shadows disguised as a simple paperback novel. He tried not to mutter the complicated words, knowing if he gave them sound, something could very well happen.
His purpose in this trip was to try and tap into the power of the aurora. He already knew how to control the weather somewhat: Create a breeze, offer lightning in a rainstorm. His teacher gave him this book to study, but he hadn't found anything about auroras. He didn't even know if they had anything to do with the weather.
He glanced out the window, around the sleeping form of another student. It was snowing; he could barely see the wing. How can a pilot fly in this? They don't need to see where they're going, do they?
He returned to his book, and it was a short time later that the plane jerked upwards suddenly. Anyone who was standing was catapulted to the rear of the plane. Tom knew the plane was struggling to climb, but now with most of the weight at the rear, it wouldn't get going fast enough -
Tom gripped the arm of his chair, trying to ignore the screaming, trying to remember the words to call winds to carry them -
The plane's starboard wing sheered off, and the body split in half four seats back from that wing. As rear of the plane disappeared into the howl of the blizzard, Tom felt the section he was in spin with a loud screech of metal and slam to a complete stop.
Tom felt something in his stomach. He looked to see the student sitting next to him, his eyes glazed in death, and looked down to see himself impaled on a piece of metal that had gone through his companion and now into him.
Tom focused, hearing screams and moans around him, and closed his eyes, blocking them out. A spell came unbidden, and he shouted the words into the face of the storm, then collapsed.
Slowly, ice began to encompass some of the people who were left on the plane. As they died, the ice stopped - but for some, the ice enveloped them, kept them barely alive - until they were rediscovered.
In August, 2007.
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