Skating Stories Novels & Stories

Everyone has to have something to fall back on. I have a degree in business but I also minored in physical education. Business really isn't my thing but I figured if I got too injured to skate I would use it. But what I really enjoy is teaching these kids how to skate. I love seeing their faces light up when they master a new move. Like Jax just did when he did a sit spin after only his second day of practicing. He is excited to show Merigold. I have to give it to the kid. He is giving it his all just like he said he would. If he falls he doesn’t complain. He just gets back up and tries again.

Because it has more to give to the people in this story. Still, they are able to have some fun— even if it's just a little. Physical Education professors used the winter season as an opportunity to teach students some of the winter season sports such as skiing, skating, cold swimming athletics and many more. The most entertaining sport was skating and that it might have become a hobby at this point. Skating was also used by the lovers as a way to have some fun and just hang out in the cold; laughing and enjoying their youth. Well, at least they are having fun.

Once upright, I shuffled my way back to the safety of the wall, gripping it like a lifeline. Too focused on staying upright, I didn’t see Henry peel himself off the ice. But a moment later, he was gliding beside me again, his hand gripping mine through my thick glove. He coaxed me away from the wall, encouraging me to venture further out onto the ice. Time seemed to melt away as I got the hang of skating. It was challenging at first, but under Henry’s patient guidance, I learned to push myself forward, make slow turns, and even stop without toppling over. I couldn’t pull off the fancy hockey stop he did, but I mastered the “plow” and felt pretty proud of myself.

She talked while she worked, mostly to herself, sometimes to me, running through ideas for the newsletter: angles, quotes, a plan for a photo spread. My fingers had gone numb halfway through my second paragraph, but I refused to admit defeat. “Do you think ice rinks are haunted?” Gabrielle asked out of nowhere. I blinked. “Huh?” She gestured lazily at the empty rink, pencil tapping against her notebook. “Like…. figure skaters who got injured during their performance and never emotionally recovered, maybe the grudge built up and formed evil spirits that now go after people” I stared at her. “You’re insane.”

Her laughter echoed throughout the place, indicating how she was having a good time despite her fear of falling. A minute later, Jake slowed down and grinned at Quinn. He laughed and uttered, “See? You were born to do this.” “Says the man who was skating like a pro and scaring the shit out of me,” Quinn glared at him playfully. They continued to skate, slowly this time as they engaged in conversation. Jake asked Quinn a few questions about her hobbies. She asked him about his work and family. The two of them didn’t seem to run out of things to talk about. They didn’t even realise time had flown until one of the staff came to remind them that the time that Jake had booked for was over.

A shadow falls over my left flank, a dark, rich scent of pine and absolute authority hitting my senses a millisecond before the heavy impact of a massive body aligns perfectly with mine. Kai doesn't slow his stride, his skates cutting a deep, aggressive groove into the ice as he hooks his stick horizontally against my hip, checking my momentum just enough to force my spine back against his solid chest. "Your focus is drifting from the perimeter, Prince," his gravelly frequency rumbles against the shell of my ear, his breath hot in the freezing air of the arena.

My breath puffed out in small clouds, but my muscles moved on instinct. The skating rink had always been my sanctuary. Here, no one cared that I was a weak omega or that my wolf had never been strong enough to dominate a room. Here, I was just Kiera Lancaster, the girl with a dream to skate her way into nationals. I stopped near the boards, leaning on the railing to catch my breath. My coach was nowhere in sight and the only sounds I heard were just the faint echo of music from the speakers and the scrape of my blades against the ice. For a moment, I let myself believe this was enough.

Cliques had been established already and I couldn't break in . At first, the other kids weren't always mean . They didn't call me names . They didn't bully me . It all started to get worse in the month of November when Ms. Adams , my teacher asked us to write about our favorite thing in the world . I wrote my favorite thing to be the ability to see the midnight black sky with the shinny stars . It was a whole three page essay mixed with lots of emotions but the other kids considered it nonsense . While the teacher read my essay to the class they laughed out loud pointing fingers at me .

Soon, one of the men got up and presented a jewellery box to him bowing his head. He collected it and took my hands again. He let me to God knows where. Soon the door opened revealing a skating field. It looks so different. It was dark with a bright moonlight and I swear it was fascinating and relaxing. Only a few people were there and they are couples too. He then turned to me. "Do you know how to skate?" I nodded negatively. "No, I don't know how to skate," I told him. Just then we both hopped on the skating board and he held my hands and I almost fell. Soon, I learned how to go about it and I became the best at it. Just then I stood on my own and he came to my front and brought out the j

"I don’t know if Storm told you, but I’m not allowed to leave the packhouse on my own, so we’re stuck inside today. But I can give you a tour of the house and garden if you like? It’s freezing, so we can even ice skate." I had never skated before. I would probably suck at it, but it beat being stuck in my room. At least I would be able to look around, maybe see a way out of here. "I’d like that," I replied. "My parents have sent some ice skates over for me and Storm over the years. I may still have one in your size from when he was a boy. Storm’s feet grew like cabbage." Grew like cabbage? What the fuck did that mean?