Dancing Stories Novels & Stories

For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes. The w******l policy does not allow me to remove or delete those books, so they will remain there but as a "paused" book. You can find only the introduction of those books on w******l and no else more. But there you can find some covers I made for those stories and that I can not upload here. The stories of a single chapter will continue to be published, of course. Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories.

Daisy asked, staring at the spinning Impatiens. “Of course they are, why do you think they call them Dancing Impatiens?” I said starting to water the Impatiens to show her, once the water hit the soil the ballerina like flowers started spinning up to our view level. First the three came started doing the dance of Swan Lake, their white tut’s swirled, they leaped, and ran proving to Daisy that they can dance. For the finally they finally leaped into the lake breaking the spell showing true love at the end. All 3 of us clapped for the performance as we did they went back to their stems continuing to twirl.

"You understand, Gina?" She ignored his question. Instead, she asked, "You know what Casey and I've been up to?" The two women had decided to teach themselves different dances over the long months of isolation at the compound. Their favourite had been the tango; a beautiful, passionate and difficult dance. They had taken turns in the leading and following roles, learning all the steps, sometimes serious, sometimes erupting into hysterical fits of laughter. Though they probably should have realized they'd been discovered, they thought their activities were secret, their only audience a baby that couldn't tell on them yet.

Oh, she was also definitely bold and had turned into a little spoilt tigress under his influence, but there were times when she was shy and nervous—the sweetness in her actions almost making his chest tight. “I don’t know how to dance,” Angelina whispered. “Neither do I.” “ let's dance like there's nobody watching then"Sylvester said. He started to dance. And all at once, because sylvester was dancing, she was dancing. And this sylvester was even more persuasive than the how he had always been. Sylvester drew her closer and then gently placed his hand on her back while she rested hers on his shoulder. He was a bit taller than dexter, she noticed. Both the sylvester and dexter were taller tha

He hoped so but a part of him knew something was wrong. When they were done eating, they left the dining area and went to the living room where Maya presented the tickets. "What is this Maya?" Sarah asked. "Tickets to our production of The Swan Lake." "Oh wow, I've never been to a ballet production." Wanda said with excitement. "When is it?" "This weekend." "Still an apprentice?" Elliot asked mocking his little sister. He knew she was no longer an apprentice. Maya frowned and folded her arms. "I'm an official corps de ballet dancer. I've been one since I was sixteen Elliot."

Belle's POV Beyond surprised at Christian's action, I squatted to make sure the other guy was okay before standing to look at my husband. The guests present were not slow to take out their phones to record again as always. Why did we always manage to bring up drama at every party? I wondered silently. "What the hell?" I whispered to him, completely ashamed that he would ruin his birthday celebration just because of a guy who was only asking to dance with me and whom I was refusing already. A guy that I didn't find attractive at all.

I consoled him and gave him some water. “She locked me up in the store room” “WHAT? IN THE STOOR ROOM? HOW DID YOU COME HERE! Tell me everything.” I questioned. “I was locked inside since morning and when she opened me up, I ran and hid here. She warned me that she’ll lock me again if I told this to anyone.” I stood up and as I went forward Zac held my leg and started to cry. “Please don’t go. I don’t want to get locked please.”

She would end up stepping on his feet. "Okay, as you please. If you don't want to dance then I'll just have to tell you a story. "No stop!" She laughed, tossing a cushion at his legs. "You've told me so many already, that I memorized a few" "I will," he laughed. "So you see, next time you should dance and then you won't have to listen to my stories. But first, I'm making you a coffee." He lifted the stylus back at the beginning of the song and marched off, humming.

She clung to the wall while the boss stood up from the bed majestically, his eyes dainted at Elena who was already in tears. The boss tapped on his phone, and suddenly, hip hop music began to fill the room. Elena’s eyes widened in surprise as she tried to comprehend what was happening. “Dance, Puppy, Dance,” the boss smirked, a command laced with authority. “Dance?” Elena whispered, her hands still instinctively clasped around herself, taken aback by the unexpected demand. “Yes. You embarrassed me by refusing to dance with me at the club. Now, you’ll dance until your legs can't carry you anymore,” the boss declared, stepping closer to Elena. She recoiled against the wall, as if attempting to

With each turn, she transports the audience to a world of ethereal beauty and emotion. Her dance is a tapestry of emotions—joy, sorrow, longing—all conveyed through the fluidity of her movements. She weaves through the space, her feet tapping rhythmically against the wooden floor, a mesmerizing display of precision and elegance. As the music reaches its crescendo, her final pose is a breathtaking tableau, her poise and expression capturing the essence of the story she's told through her dance. The audience sits in stunned silence, moved by the sheer artistry and emotion conveyed by her performance.