Black Spiral Dancers Novels & Stories

"That's most interesting. But I was no more a mind-reader then than today. When I watched you dancing that day, I saw something else. I saw a new world coming rapidly. More scientific, efficient, yes. A little girl with the most innocent eyes, the innocent brown eyes clearly begging to be loved and cherished but i also saw the torment. That is what I saw. It wasn't really you, what you were doing, I know that. But I saw you and it healed my heart. And I've never forgotten" Upon hearing that, angelina's heart felt impossibly light and her stomach tickled her like there was thousands of butterflies flapping their wings around her tummy. His hands looped around her, and his long body pushed up

Celie then withdrew from the window and disappeared within the house. Loud music blared from the speakers as groups of dancers in colorful costumes lined up on the stage. The dancers moved to the rhythm of the music coming from the loud speakers and started to pull apart the cardboard cart that had collapsed on stage. A female dancer wearing a white dress came out of the cardboard cart and followed the choreography of the other dancers until she was lifted overhead. She was spun around as some of the crew took out the cardboard scenery while another placed a folding bed on stage. Still gyrating to the rhythmic music, the dancer in white was then lowered onto the bed.

He said and chuckled at his own words. "Your mother is here, Christian." Belle said to me and I looked around to find her talking to my father, uncle and cousin. "Well enjoy yourselves guys, we'll surely talk again before the ceremony is over. You owe me a dance Nat." "Sure thing. Come find me when you are ready." She replied. I saluted to her and walked away with Belle's hand in my free one. My mother was dressed in silver, the stones radiating with the light making her glow like the chandelier used to decorate the halls.

Kael raised his hand in silence. “I promise you a fun time,” he continued. “Refreshments are already flowing—wine, mead, roast meat, bread, fruit. Eat. Drink. Dance. Enjoy. This is a night for the pack. This is a night for us.” More cheers. Drums started again—slow at first, then building. Dancers were called in. Women stepped into the center of the square, some naked, some half-naked, with their bodies painted with silver and gold dust that caught the torchlight. They twirled and spun, hips swaying, arms raised, breasts and thighs exposed as they moved. Their hair flew loose. Their skin glistened with sweat. The crowd clapped in rhythm. Some men whistled. Some women joined them, laughing. T

I rolled my eyes when I heard Gordon ask me. He's been standing in the corner, good thing no one notice him. "I'm thinking nothing" I hissed back while staring how those corsp de ballet dance together as one. They all dance in unison flowing smoothly like a water and with right dynamic. After the corsp de ballet the soloists enter, my cue that I need to prepare. "It's now your turn Young Lady, don't think too much" Gordon hissed and I nod my head. "Yes, thank you" I replied and lift my body with my bended feet and dance towards Jameson when I heard the music changes.