Stranger Things Snowball Dance Novels & Stories

My legs were twisted, crushed under the weight of the snow. Shawn collapsed as he finally saw my corpse. The tool clattered to the ground. He stared blankly at my corpse as he shook his head vehemently.

"I have to sleep on his head!" Ah. That's why Mr. Weasel enjoys sleeping on my face. I thought to myself. I placed Snow on Will's pillow. She curled up in a ball on top of his head. "Some bad people are coming to the camp. I heard it today at the ball... Very bad people..." she said. "Who are they?" I asked. "Who said that?" "I don't remember. People look the same to me. I can't tell who's who. I was dancing with Will and I heard someone talking about coming to the camp tonight..." Then, Snow's eyes were closed, and fell asleep.

Dim blue and white lights were making me feel like I was really outside in the forest at night, but despite the cold decorations, I was warm and could enjoy my stay without my nose turning red. Tina and her people had made an amazing snow night dance atmosphere. She knew it and was proudly standing on one of the silver tables near the entrance. Linda looked stunning, laughing and proudly holding my step-sister’s hand. I complimented them on their look-alike dresses, and for the next twenty minutes, we just chilled while watching Victory run play on a cute oval stage in the middle of the gym. It was great that Jane stayed professional and came after our fight in the store.

Skye laughed nervously. “There’s nothing more we can do until we know we have more people to help,” sighed Grandma Rosie. “The Winter Dance is the biggest event of the year – we can make an educated guess that the demon will show up there. Demons are drawn to violence, so all we can do is stage an act of violence and hope that our demon is, well, attracted to it.”

Students laughed, chatted, moved around like the world hadn’t just tilted beneath my feet. She left. With Easton. Without telling me a damn thing. And what? I was just supposed to… wait? The academy bell echoed across the grounds, but I barely registered it. My mind kept replaying the same thought over and over. She didn’t tell me. Maybe Freya was right. Maybe it wasn’t about me. But why did it feel like it was? I reached the upper walkway just as the headmaster’s amplified voice boomed across the campus. “ATTENTION STUDENTS. The annual Winter Solstice Dance will be held in three weeks. Preparations begin immediately. Select your partners as soon as possible.”

She likes dancing but not guys, she actually hates them. She must have danced for an hour straight. She was thirsty and her throat felt dry from shouting on the dance floor. She felt the need for some booze. She went to the bar and was about to order when someone approached her and to her surprise even hugged her. She was about to slap him when he called Keanna. She heard a loud ringing noise in her head then she blacked out. “My long lost best friend, Keanna!” Keanna looked at him, she couldn’t recognize who he was, she thought her friend called her.

He says. “But how? We are dancing closely. What else could we do?” I ask. “I have a plan.” He says and when the music changes, he asks, “You remember this song?” “Yes. They played it at the annual ball at our university.” I say. “Yes. Do you remember our dance steps?” He asks with a smirk. “Yes, sure.” I say and we start our little dance. Toby and I attended that ball as friends, and I prepared a dance routine with Toby. It was his favourite song, and the ball was at the night of his Mom’s death anniversary. Mr. Wright told me to distract him and I did so as a good friend.

Bobby’s smile faded as he returned his attentions to dismantling the snow-blower, doing his best to focus on his gratitude and the possibility of getting to the fair free tonight, trying hard to ignore the bitter spark of jealousy flickering inside (especially at the mention of Sandy’s name) and failing miserably. At the All Saints Junior High dance of 2009, Sandy Clem actually danced with Bobby for several songs before ditching him. Whether she’d felt bad or had been a little drunk or high (Bobby always assumed the latter), he never knew. But when a shy thirteen-year-old Bobby had asked her to dance, she’d yelped “Sure!” and grabbed his hand, dragging him directly into the gym’s jostling ce

I slung my arm around her waist (I had a tough time reaching her shoulders). "I've been dreaming about a senior prom for forever. And why the hell does it have to be on the day before Halloween? Stealing thunder is not cool," Art sniffed. I pursed my lips - I was pretty sure my brown parents wouldn't let me go to a dance with a boy anyway. Principal Sen had decided what our punishment for showing interest in drugs (on the school premises, as she'd reminded us with an unforgiving sternness) would be, and now we had to plan the dance. I audibly cursed Bill and his stash of cocaine.

“Oh my god, where have you been? You disappeared after that dance.” “I just needed some air,” I mumbled, eyes drifting past her toward the hallway. “You’re not leaving, are you?” she pouted. “The real fun is just starting. Daniel’s trying to convince the DJ to play ‘Moonlight Sonata’ as a joke, can you believe it? At a prom.” Despite everything, a smile cracked through me. “That... does sound like Daniel.” “Come dance,” she tugged. “Everyone wants to see you dance again. You looked like you floated the first time. Like a movie.”