On Thin Ice Novels & Stories

The kind of exchanges that could survive being read aloud in a hearing room without damaging either of us. It should have been enough. For a while, it almost was. • Game two went to overtime, the building loud enough that I could still hear it ringing in my ears an hour after the final horn, and I came off the ice that night carrying an adrenaline I didn’t know what to do with, no outlet for it except my own empty apartment and a phone that stayed quiet unless I made it otherwise. I called her anyway. Not a text this time. An actual call, past midnight, breaking the careful boundary we’d set for ourselves without much deliberation behind the decision.

Jaxson The ice beneath my blades didn't feel like ice anymore. It felt like concrete. The roar of ten thousand people inside the Eastern Arena was a deafening, vibrating wall of sound that rattled the plexiglass and made the floorboards shudder, but it didn't reach me. I was trapped in a vacuum of pure, freezing silence. Every breath I took tasted like copper, stale sweat, and old blood. My chest felt hollowed out, as if someone had reached inside my ribcage during the morning skate, wrapped their fingers around my heart, and ripped out everything that made me human.

“Get changed and meet me on the rink, let's have a warm up before the coach gets here.” The moment I stepped on the ice, the familiar feeling hit me. I pushed forward, my skates kissing the ice as I moved around to explore. This rink was new, since the old one was abandoned due to faulty buildings. My teammates joined me as we did our usual drills on the ice, the sun was already setting and our new coach who was allegedly a competitive player according to Jordan was nowhere to be seen.

Our captain told us in a low but firm voice, “Ignore them. Focus.” So we did. Warmups, stretches, short routines. The ice under me was familiar, steadying. Until….. A puck came flying across, fast enough that the air moved when it passed my ear. It came too close. I flinched and lost my footing, my skate caught on the ice. I went down hard, my shoulder and elbow biting against the cold. “Julian!” Our captain called, concerned, but I was already pushing myself up, face hot with anger.

The northern lights exploded across the dark sky just as Kane and Elias stepped onto the frozen lake, painting everything in wild green and purple. "After everything we have seen, this still takes my breath away," Kane said, lacing his skates fast. Elias stood up and tested the ice. "Same here. This trip feels right. Just us, the lights, and old friends coming soon. Time to look back at it all." They pushed off together, blades cutting sharp into the quiet. The cold air bit but their moves stayed smooth after years of practice. Old teammates started showing up one by one, calling out hellos as they joined the ice.

comes on, the light comes from Valerie's bag " did she leave her fucking phone here ooh my God Val" I said bringing out the phone, surprisingly it's not locked, another ping it's an image, there are all images. I open one and it takes me to her gallery and what I see blows my fucking mind, it's a picture from 2001 That's the opening day of Frost academy, in the picture I see Coach Frost standing at the right side beside a man holding the scissors to cut the ribbon, opposite him is a lady that looked so much like Valerie and Arianna but she had Arianna's eyes, standing next to her is what I think is the island owner. looking down at the picture their names is written down the woman's name is

His breath made small white clouds in the cold air. "You came," Adrian said softly. His voice was warm and close. "Sophia told me you were down here," Ethan said with a small smile. "Shouldn't you rest your shoulder?" "My shoulder is fine. My mind is just loud," Adrian murmured. He opened the small wooden door to the ice. He held out his hand to Ethan. "Come out here with me." Ethan hesitated. He looked down at his normal leather boots. "Adrian, I don't have skates. I will mess up the ice."

Truly it is a sight to behold but I know that I don’t belong here. I push off of the ice at my back and rise to stand. In every direction that I see it all looks the same. With a shrug I choose a direction and I take a step. My walking is halted as the ice underneath my foot cracks and I am forced to freeze as it spreads. I test the thinness of the ice by shifting the weight of my foot and more cracks appears. I curse silently as I do my best not to move while I search for a way out. “It seems that you my boy all always on thin ice” A voice says from in front of me.

With hesitant steps, she cautiously stepped onto the icy surface, feeling its chilling touch seep through the soles of her feet. As Theda stood on the ice, the coldness enveloped her, causing her to emit a soft, involuntary moan. The trembling in her legs began, a physical response to the frigid sensation beneath her feet. She cast a bewildered gaze towards me, searching for answers, but found only my unwavering gaze fixed upon her. "This is the beginning, Theda," I stated, my tone laced with a mix of determination and something darker that probably sent a shiver down her spine.

a model was a sport for the bored. Before I took my mark, I whispered a few words to Zephaniah. Then, with Lisa’s help, I moved to the center of the white expanse. Lisa looked at the surface beneath us, her scent spiking with fear. "The ice is too thin here, Ava! If we stay, it’s going to give way!" "I’ve already said it!" the photographer bellowed. "Shoot or leave!" "You bastard..." Lisa snarled, pointing a finger at him.