Ice Skating Dreams Novels & Stories

POV: Silver Preston The ice looks too clean to be real. I've skated on plenty of rinks. Cramped training facilities with flickering fluorescents. Outdoor ponds that crack under winter sun. Even the gleaming Olympic oval in Colorado Springs, where dreams feel as tangible as morning frost. But this? This sheet of ice stretches before me like polished glass, so perfect it seems manufactured rather than frozen. Every overhead light catches its surface, throwing back my reflection in fragments. A flash of sequined blue. The sharp line of my ponytail. Eyes that have learned to hide doubt behind determination.

Chapter 62: Shared Dreams The dream felt more real than waking life. We were on a frozen pond somewhere quiet and untouched, snow drifting softly around us. No arena lights, no cameras, no syndicate watching. Just the crisp bite of winter air and the scrape of our skates on natural ice. Callan chased me with a playful growl, his laughter echoing across the open space a sound I rarely heard from him in reality. When he finally caught me, he wrapped his strong arms around my waist and spun me around. The world blurred in a swirl of white and blue.

Once Daniel’s breath began to grow heavy, they pulled over and sat at the edge of the lake, letting their feet dangle over the ice. "Why didn't you tell me you were a figure skater?" "I’m not an athlete, I just happen to know how." "Liar. Even the way you lace your skates is different. How long did you train, Lisandra?" "Six years." "Impressive." "No, you're the one who's impressive." Lisandra stared at the dark surface of the lake. "I mean, in hockey, you have to defend yourself while attacking the opponent to win. In figure skating, you control yourself so you don't shatter when you land. You also rely on each other in a team; that’s hard for me."

Which told me he’d heard this before. Probably from a lot of players. “When a dream stays in your head,” he said quietly, “it’s easy to control.” I looked up. He continued. “When it becomes reality, that’s when people get scared.” Because reality can be lost. Reality can fail. Reality can disappear. Dreams don’t. The realization sat heavily in my chest. For years, the NHL had been this thing I was chasing. Now? For the first time, it felt like something I could actually reach.

he asks, his voice betraying a hint of nervousness. Jasmine speaks up, her voice slightly trembling. "Well, I was thinking we could all go ice skating at the park. It's been ages since we've done that together." The idea is met with hesitant nods, the anticipation of the day's activities overshadowed by the lingering sense of dread. We bundle up in warm winter clothes, the cold air outside mirroring the chill that has settled within us.

Mareili felt cold shivers tickle her spine when she felt Joachim look at her and worse... he was glaring at her with so much coldness registered on his face. She began to contemplate, did she do anything wrong? Did her mouth mistakenly slip, making her say something that may have displeased him on the phone? Or... was her dress embarrassing? Did she arrive late? No, she was sure his plane just arrived now so there wasn't a possibility that she arrived here late. Then what must have brought this icy expression from him?

I say carefully sitting on the couch closest to me; afraid I will make it dirty since I have dirty clothes on. Leaning back against the high back of the couch as I start to slowly warm and I find myself fighting my fluttering eyelids; besides becoming warmer, Black Jack makes me feel safe now that I am sure he won't treat me badly. I can vaguely hear him talking on his phone as my head lulls to the side and my eyes remain shut as I drift off to sleep a dreamless slumber.

Or else I am doom. After getting ready.. I went for ice skating... Dad didn't came.. This time we didn't force him.. Because he is not good at skating... Me and Elina went inside.. First we both skating by holding our hands.. Later she left my hand.. And we were skating in our own way... While Skating I saw Jack Wilson again.. He was teaching one small kid... May be that kid is four or five years.. He saw me and said something to that kid.. Then they both came towards me...

My heart did something embarrassing and unhelpful. I nodded and kept moving and reminded myself firmly that I was Noah Carter and Noah Carter did not have feelings about Liam Brooks. ++++++ The whistle blew and the game began and I was not there. My body was on the ice. My skates were moving. But my mind was somewhere else entirely, circling the same thought on a loop like a skate cutting the same groove deeper and deeper into the ice. What if the dream comes true. What if I moved wrong? What if my helmet shifted? What if the strap gave at the exact wrong second and the lights found me and the silence fell over the arena like a blanket and everyone saw

I smiled, "enjoy your soup Alex" "you're lucky I'm done bro, that was my favorite soup" I pull my phone out of my pocket and type search Kiss skaters "hmmm"I said to my self I make a few swipes and switch to the boy team " yoo the finals to the nationals is tomorrow man and I heard we're up against is it Kiss ice academy or something " Alex said lighting a cigar "they're up against us Alex know the difference" I said trying to ignore the fact that he's smoking few minutes to rehearsals " yh whatever man, you know what I heard yeah, one of the females skaters yeah is drop dead gorgeous and she's like really good skater" Alex said dragging and puffing literal weed on my face " what about the m