Skating Stories Novels & Stories

I asked. “Hmm, let me think.” He stroked his chin like he was deep in thought. “I think I started during elementary. I was challenged to skate because my friends teased me. It took a while before I could skate without holding onto someone,” he said with a smile. “I still remember how many times I fell. Too many to count. I almost gave up. Hehe.” “Did you join competitions?” I asked. “I fell in love with skating, so yes! Eventually, I got good and joined competitions.” Rich’s eyes sparkled as he said that, reminiscing about one of the happiest times in his life.

I hear Sarah speak, and I want to reply to her but I can't because I’m still too weak to say anything. We stayed down for a couple of seconds watching the skaters boots skating round us. “Do they realize that they are actual people lying on ice here?” Sarah says. “People just want to have fun, Sarah.” I feel the pain going away, and my strength coming back. “Okay!” I say as I pull myself up. “Give me your hands, I’ll help you up.” “You promised I wasn’t going to wipe my butt on the floor,” she whines. “Okay, I didn’t cause this.”

I should be excited that I wasn't part timing anymore, and have landed a real job at the most prestigious university in the country. "Everyone line up!" I snapped back as the team scrambles into something that's supposed to be a line. My skates hit the ice, my legs remembering what to do even after all these years, and I stand there with the speech I've rehearsed a hundred times ready to go. I open my mouth to speak. But someone breaks off from the group. Skates straight toward me with a smirk already on his face like he owns the whole rink, and my stomach drops out from under me before I even register why.

“Fine, but I’m telling you now, if I break an ankle, I’m suing.” He smiled and said, “I would expect nothing less.” Five minutes later, I was wobbling across the ice like a baby giraffe while Hayden skated backward in front of me like some smug figure-skating coach. “Bend your knees,” he said. “I am bending my knees.” “Not enough. You look like you’re auditioning for a zombie movie.” I shot him a glare. “Says the guy who’s clearly enjoying my suffering.” He grinned. “This is the highlight of my week.”

"I hope I can see someone bloom here too." Van gasped. It is an extremely strange feeling, the fear is there, it is at the back of his mind. Slipping, gliding non stop, the thought of not holding on to anything while he skates is terribly terrifying, yet, it is thrilling. Like when he first danced in front of his ballet teacher, the first time he learned how to properly do the 540 jump. It is frightening but also exhilirating. "You can skate to your heart's content. I'll bring the zamboni out later so don't worry about messing with this.." she pointed at the shining floor. "Holler if you need help!" Then she disappeared.

Hopefully, falling and making a fool of myself would make me stop thinking about the one person I wasn’t supposed to be thinking about. “Sure. Let’s go,” I said, sounding as excited as I could and hoping he believed it. *** Skating turned out to be just as fun as Reggie had said it would be. I didn’t fall as many times as I thought I would, mostly because Reggie, who I later discovered was some sort of wizard on ice, held me steady as we moved along with the others who came to skate. It was exhilarating. Something about the way my skating shoes glided against the smooth surface of the ice awakened something within me. I found myself laughing as we moved and sometimes screaming whenever Reggi

“You scared the poor boy, dude.” That was the first response he got from Damien Lau after he finished telling the whole story. The doctor visited him today, and he served some mineral waters to him. He was just a bachelor who didn’t really care about food at home and only had mineral waters with him. Despite being a bad host, the painter still dared to pour his heart out by telling the story that bothered him since yesterday. Yeah, he had told his friend about his ‘experience’ with his student yesterday.

"But one day I was out front playing with my brothers on skateboards and Lucas pushed me. Ended up breaking my arm. Had to stop skating for it to heal and then just realized I wasn't going to be an olympic skater." "So ended up skating for fun?" Knox asked. "Yeah. Taught a few lessons to little kids through out high school but that's about it." "So both your brothers have broken your arms." My eyes widened as I thought about for the first time. "They did! First the tree and then skateboarding." "That or you are very clumsy." I shot him a glare to which he just smirked. As we made a lap around I started to go a tad bit faster. The grannies were starting to pass us now.

They would never know what it felt like to shift into another form and to feel the dirt under your paws. I did a couple other jumps and when I made my way off the ice, Alex and Max clapped hands. I gave them a quick bow and smiled before sitting down to take off my skates. After putting them away in the shed, I met up with them and I could see that they both had a lot of questions. I told them about my life plan before I met Daniel and how in each life time, I wasn’t able to make it to the world championships. I also told them about my little illegal jump during the last round which earned me appreciative looks from them both making me laugh.

“Start with both feet pointing forward, then slightly turn the right foot out to create a 45-degree angle. This will be your pushing foot. Keep your weight centered directly over the skates.” Adira stopped. She turned around and looked at the guy who’s supporting her back. “You talked as if it is so easy to skate,” she complained. “It is easy for me,” he replied with a smirk. “A baby can’t learn how to walk at the day she was born,” she rebuked. “That’s why I am confused. Why did you agree on skating if you don’t know how?” Gliding forward, Adira answered him, “Because I heard that my husband was once a hockey player.”