Tish Dinkins
Bio
Words can't sum me up...you need The Tish Experience! But in the meantime, feel free to enjoy my thoughts and stories via the written words in Vocal!
Stories (2/0)
Icy Dreams
I keep staring at the large white sign on the door with the barely legible handwritten words in red marker that read “Closed today for maintenance.” Maybe if I stare long enough then the sign will disappear, and the manager will walk up to unlock the door. A voice to my immediate right responds, “Great! Now I can’t practice! I drove over 30 minutes only to be greeted by a closed ice rink!” The tall, blond, and slender young man turns around and walks swiftly to his car as he releases loud grunts and allows his blue duffle bag to swing wildly back and forth. After watching him enter his blue jeep and speed off, I turn around and walk towards my bright yellow Volkswagen Beetle with my white backpack on my back and my ice skates draped across my right shoulder. As I begin to drive off, the little voice in my head asks the same question over and over again; “What am I going to do? What am I going to do?” I made a promise to my family and myself that I would practice nonstop everyday in hopes of competing professionally in the World Junior Figure Skating Championships this year, and now I’m on the verge of breaking that promise today. Before I could switch into pure panic mode, my phone rings.
By Tish Dinkins3 years ago in Fiction
Camp Sibling
“Reece! Reece! REECE!!!” The strain from screaming his name so loud instantaneously summoned tears to stream down my face as I lay helpless in the thick bushes; I have sustained a painful, sprained right knee. My body began to quiver as the freezing temperatures started to take its toll, and the robust trees that surround me provided minimum protection from the brisk winds. All I could do was to look up at the twinkling stars in the dark sky, asking myself how’d I get into such a predicament.
By Tish Dinkins3 years ago in Families
