Ice Skating Dreams Novels & Stories

I scream, my voice echoing off the high ceilings like a desperate animal. The warm-up music dies. Skates scrape to a halt. Every head turns toward center ice where Ryder stands like a god among mortals—tall, broad, helmet off, dark hair messy and damp. That signature cocky grin stretches across his stupidly perfect face as he flips through my private notebook.

Dea spoke out loudly. Mi-hi cupped her face, her expression was rigid. "I'm examining if there has happened any crack in the glaciers," she pinched her cheek mercilessly. "Gosh, no. You seem cold as always. What made you kiss that person? You're not even telling me his name. Tell me how you two met. Did he taste good? Explain to me, Choi Dea!" she hummed playfully. "Oh, come on. I didn't enjoy that."

“Tomorrow morning. Bring your skates.” I nod slowly, my heart pounding. “Okay.” After he leaves, I stand at the window and watch the snow drift across the yard. The pond is only a few blocks away. I used to skate there as a kid, before competitions, before pressure, before fear. Back then, the ice didn’t scare me. It felt like freedom. Maybe tomorrow, it can again. My breath fogs the glass. The idea of the pond feels… safer. Smaller. Like something I might actually survive.

But I know, I know that I saw him stand out from all the hundreds of feet. But my obsession with my own delusional thought does not go unnoticed, " You might as well give up, Tyler. You shall, never, and let me say never, see him again. The same chance you will see the Snowcap Mountains melt that shall be the chance you shall ever see Tyler again. I have gone far and wide to make sure that this shall happen." "I guess I am not the only one being delusional over here. My dear Brendan, I think you should start to reconsider your position."

She answered. “How come you don’t have a choice?” I asked her. “Mom got me into a scholarship there since she knew it’s my long-time dream to be in Paris.” She answered. “Where’s the Jaiden spirit?” Connor asked. “Think of it this way.” Connor said. “Remember the times you told us about how you dreamed of waking up there, finding your lover there, etc.” He added. “Take it as an opportunity.” “Connor’s right.” I agreed. “Who knows when you will achieve that dream.” I said. “Always remember that we’re here for you.”

Kai mutters, and I laugh because he's not wrong. I stretch my arms over my head and feel my shoulders already start their nightly complaint early. "I'm gonna be on the ice so much I'm gonna start dreaming in ice time. Like, my brain will just be a rink." "That's actually tragic," Kai says. "And also explains a lot about figure skaters in general." "Hey." I point my fork at him. "At least figure skating requires coordination. Tennis is just hitting a ball back and forth like you're in a never-ending argument."

“I skated all night. Of course, I am sleep deprived.” Lukas glanced sideways at him briefly and something softened automatically in his expression because Viktor looked half-dead this morning…hair still messy from sleep, Lukas's oversized hoodie swallowing his frame entirely and dark circles beneath his eyes after staying awake too long thinking about the rink…about skating again…about the fear attached to it. His limp barely showed now unless he got tired but Lukas still watched for it anyway and Viktor noticed immediately. “You keep staring at my leg.” “You almost fell skating three times yesterday.”

"Those sucked." "Okay, maybe not the rain. But I’m going to keep playing, Jax. Even if it's just me hitting pucks against a barn door in the countryside. I’m not giving up on what you taught me or my dreams." Jax stepped forward and gripped my shoulder. His grip was so tight that it hurt. "Listen to me. The countryside doesn't have the scouts, sure. But it has time. Use it. Work on yourself and don’t let your skating get lazy just because nobody’s watching. You play for the game, Avery. Not for the crowd."

Big fucking deal. “You know,” Leo said casually, “you could join the figure skating club. It’s almost the same as hockey, just with more sequins.” Jade shot him a glare. “Leo, you’re so dumb.” She turned to me, eyes wide. “Myles is stiffer than a tree trunk.” “He could learn.” “You can’t teach an old chicken new tricks.” I raised an eyebrow. “Chicken?” She shrugged, grinning. “Would you rather I call you a dog?”

"He's right. It's off." "Wow. Thanks." "You're dropping your elbow on the follow-through. That's why it's sailing wide." I step onto the ice without really deciding to, grab a stick from the rack by the boards. "Here." I don't know what I'm doing. I have homework. I have a curfew, technically, though nobody enforces it for me. I have a girlfriend who isn't really my girlfriend and a father who measures my worth in goals and a whole life waiting for me that I'm supposed to want, and instead I'm standing on the ice at ten at night showing a scholarship kid how to fix his wrist shot because some part of me wanted an excuse to be near him and didn't want to admit it.