Ice Skating Dreams Novels & Stories

*** Sleep came easily that night and was without nightmares or noise. I couldn't remember when last I slept like that on my bed. In my dream, I was back on the ice, skating without falling, the cold air biting my cheeks, Ryans skating beside me, our laughter echoing off the rinks And when I stumbled, he caught me, as always. “Careful,” he said with that teasing smile that melted everything. In the dream, I smiled back at him and whispered, “Don’t worry. I’m not afraid to fall anymore.”

He left first, and my chest ached. That night, I dreamed of him. Just us. On the ice. No gear, no Coach, no one else just the two of us. Jeans, T-shirts, ordinary clothes, nothing holding us down. It felt strange, liberating, more exposed than skating naked on ice ever could. I woke up with my pulse still racing, my mind replaying the dream, every curve and shadow of him burned into my thoughts. And I knew it wasn’t just a dream. It was a warning. A promise. Something dark, raw, and unstoppable had already begun.

Telling myself I fell asleep in a park was way better than saying than trying to explain how I got here. “ Yes, that's what it is! It's a dream!” I said aloud, convincing myself.

Back then she used to be so fascinated by the idea of a romantic night, drifting along the ice with a special someone. In her words she had said; a beautiful moment, with a halo of light casted down from above, two people drifting along the ice in pure bliss. That was something she envisioned. Throughout the years she and Brian had been together, he had never once taken her skating before, she just assumed he must have forgotten about it since it had been a long time, even if she had never mentioned it to him again, in her heart, she'd still secretly wanted to get to experience that, it was the fantasy of her teenage years.

I would no longer jeopardize my relationship with Viviane because she was the woman of my life and as soon as she and my brother made the separation between them official, I would ask her to marry him. ************* 💙************** João Pedro arrived the following week and returned to assume his position at the head of the company's board, leaving me free to be able to travel on vacation with Viviane and Sarah, and we traveled to Orlando in Florida, United States. Viviane always had the dream of meeting Disney, and now with Sarinha, she wanted to fulfill this great desire. It was a trip of only ten days and soon we were back home, as the foundation could not release more days, due to the de

Her skin soft and warm against his, her breath on his chest, her hair smelled of lavender brushed under his chin. "You don't remember anything?" she couldn't imagine what he must've gone through. He shook his head, "I had a dream about it ... I think it was a glimpse of what I saw in that brief time I woke up in that room ..." he rubbed his face to wipe away the nightmare. "I don't want something like that to happen to you ... we can't risk it, your teacher is right, we have to get out of this contract." Charlie paused for a moment, she too had a confession to make. "About my teacher ..."

December, 2009 Christmas music blared from the speakers strategically placed around the ice skating rink. No matter where one was skating--or in Memory Wilson’s case—falling, the festive sounds serenaded the perfect pirouette—or wipe out, as the case may be. Though her friends had been patient and tried to teach her, Memory was sure she’d just never get the hang of it. She’d come to the mall to buy a few last minute presents, not bust her behind on the ice, so she decided to watch from a nearby bench as Kathryn Rodgers and Rebekkah Stephens had fun whizzing past like naturals. Despite the ache in her hip, Memory laughed as they twirled each other around like ballerinas. Twisting her fingers

As soon as those words were spoken, everyone’s eyes turned to us. I maintained my smile, giving nothing away, not even a hint of anger. Meanwhile, Quinn pranced around like a little dog with its tail wagging, eagerly showcasing her newfound closeness with Serena to anyone willing to notice. It was as if stepping on me would somehow elevate her standing. "That’s great, my dear Quinn! I’ve been hoping for someone to help me out!" I warmly grasped Quinn’s hand, my eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. Of course, I was thrilled for someone to take over the mess I’d left behind.

Ice offered his opinion. The girls laugh and keep naming off ideas. Kim went to Ice's room to unpack her stuff. He followed her to help of course. "You have no idea how it makes me feel, having you here in my room. Our room now." Ice replied. "I feel like I'm dreaming. And any minute I'll wake up and it won't be real." Kim sighed. "I've dreamed of this for so long." "It's real baby. Let me show you just how real it is." Ice replied.

I was getting hopeful that we were on the right track to getting my memories back. The feeling continued as I walked through the halls and the chill of the rink washed over me. A few memories came back to me, but they were small snippets, too small to piece together. I looked through the windows of the doors to the rink and spotted a figure in a black hoodie and black sweatpants gliding along the ice. I watched as he slapped a few shots into the net with the utmost anger, shards of ice could be seen flying as his stick scraped the ground.