Skating Stories Novels & Stories

I averted my eyes from stares to avoid getting attention from the people inside. I balance myself before sliding my hockey on the floor. I repeated the same routine. Then, I finally master it. Cheryl looks at me in a big surprised face. 'Heh! I skate before it is just that my skills did not rust that much,' My body continues to enjoy skating around from side to side. "You learn so quickly, baby." Cheryl skates beside me. "I know, I just had a feeling that I will learn it quickly," white lies. I smirk at her.

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Beth was a 25 year old French Canadian figuring skating coach at the rink I worked at when I was 21. She came from money, and spent her entire youth chasing an Olympic dream she never realized, but it produced an amazing athletic body. I watched her for a few weeks, wondering what her story was, when my friend Jim said he knew she liked me.

Alright two can play in this game. “Let me just grab my purse and then we can go.” I said heading inside. My purse was already lying on the sofa so I didn’t have to search for it. I checked to make sure my phone was inside and some cash. I was looking forward to how Theodore was going to make me skate. I had refused to learn to skate even though I had the opportunity almost all year round. While everyone my age was learning to skate and fantasizing about being hockey players or dancers, I had my nose buried deep in a comic book. I just didn’t fancy the whole thing and I had no idea why someone would just chose to stay in the cold longer that he or she has to. It was just impractical.

She laughed, calling for Morozko. Morozko skated towards her, elegant in his precision. His skates were like blades against the ice. He caught Anya's offered hand and pulled her along with his momentum. Moving in tandem, they navigated past other skaters, entering a clearing. Morozko led Anya into a turn: she spun like a dancer, hands tucked at her waist. Morozko caught her, and they continued an intricate interplay, weaving a story with their moves.

Ellie shot back, sinking into the couch. “Still looked like you had it stuck in your anus and couldn’t walk.” Sasha grins when Ellie throws the pillow back at her. “This is embarrassing! How do I tell him I can’t skate when I told him I could.” She groans, grabbing a pillow and screams into it. “The same way you told him you could skate even when you clearly couldn’t. Your problem has been solved, Ellie. Now tell us what happened last night.” Sasha turns to me and I sigh as they both sit up to listen to my quick rant.

"Arthur, you tell me a story about yourself now. How did you become the sexiest stripper in New York, wait the world?" He laughed. Then his expression turned serious. He looked out the window and took a deep breath. “When I was little, I mean really little, like three and four, I was scrawny.” “Noooo.” He looked at me, smiled, then looked out the windshield again. “Yes. Then when I was about seven, I suddenly shot up and bulked up. I was tall, fast, and agile. I discovered ice skating, then ice hockey."

On a sharp curve, the vehicle lost control and plunged off the cliff. I heard every word, but none of it felt real. Dominic was careful. He feared that mountain road more than anyone. How could he overload the motorcycle in the rain? How could Marcus and his three friends all be on it at the same time? I fell to the ground beside Dominic and cried until my throat burned. He would never again come home covered in dust and tell me he had earned enough for dinner. He would never again pat the children’s heads and promise them better days.

Skylar sat with his pack mates around the lounge area as they waited for all the details on last nights date. “So wait a second, you guys went skating and then she fainted. What exactly happened in between there?” Chaskai asked. “His mate sliced his hand open, try to keep up.” Aaron, the third in command, said. “No, he’s asking how’d that happen? She just took her skate off and started swinging it?” Nadia asked. Skylar frowned at all of them. “She lost her footing and I was trying to steady her, when I tried she pulled away from me and we both went tumbling. I tried to catch myself but landed on her skate instead of the ice.” Skylar explained.

“I’m getting tired.” “Do you want to go home?” I asked. He shook his head. “Let’s go to the abandoned building. Let’s skate there.” “Skate?” I frowned in confusion. He smiled. “It’s a human indoor activity. We glide on ice while wearing this sharp blade beneath a shoe.” “What’s the purpose of it?” “Just for fun. It’s fun to balance and slip on the ice.” “It hurts like a bitch to slip on ice and hit your ass first.”