Walking On Thin Ice

It was winter, snowing, crystalline white flaked the vicinity that I lived in. The sun glistened across the ice, refracting its glorious resplendence into my vision. A pang of excitement hit me as I got out of my wooden house, I wanted to go across the icy lake and into the mountains in order toContinue reading “Walking On Thin Ice”


Pacing myself through the aperture, the usual chills from the internal and external, I was worried about being worried about what was going to happen. Don’t think so much. I told myself, it would only lead me to dire straits. As the lights, the familiarly slippery ground, the throng and the five pairs of death stareContinue reading “Rink”