Stranger Things Snowball Dance Novels & Stories

"He made those clay dolls for me—one for him and one for me. We'd never be apart." She slowly closed her eyes, and blood stained my shirt collar. "Nathalie... if only I weren't such a fool." Her eyes shut, and her hands slipped from my neck. Then, there was only silence. All that was left in the howling snowstorm was the sound of my crying. … After the snowstorm passed, I made my way down the mountain alone, rushing straight to Riverton City. I got there just as Chester's engagement party was starting. Right when Chester was about to slip the ring on Rose's finger, I burst into the room. "Chester, Janet has passed away, and she sent me to give you a wedding present!"

Nor me. My date was busy somewhere else and I rather not go back to sit by myself on the table as Tay and Kevin make out by my side. No, thank you. And still, what was one dance? This was my last Snow Ball, I wanted to live the experience right? So I smiled, hesitantly, and reached out to accept his offer... ... just as a new hand appeared and wrapped its fingers around my wrist, pulling me towards them instead. "She's taken. Sorry."

"I'm an official corps de ballet dancer. I've been one since I was sixteen Elliot." He laughed. "Stop that Elliot." Diane scolded him. "Oh please she's twenty and not a baby." He replied. "Anyway, be there everyone." "Of course we will." Sarah said, "I'll clear my schedule." "Daddy?" Maya said. Peter hadn't said anything since. He looked up and saw everyone's eyes on him. "Oh I'm sorry. Well done Maya, I'm proud of you." Satisfied, she smiled. "Elliot come with me for a minute." He stood up and his son followed.

The teenagers, including Daniel, Stefany, Caroline, Marsha, Filbert, Hugo, Abner, and Pablo, and other friends, gathered in the churchyard with Daniel's two cousins who came from the city. The event that had been prepared by the teenagers was lively. The aroma of meat grilled over hot coals mixed with the laughter that filled the atmosphere that night. Snow fell slowly, covering the ground with a soft white layer. "Daniel, are you ready to throw snowballs?" Filbert asked while raising a ball of snow in his hand. Daniel smiled enthusiastically. "Watch out, Filbert! I won't lose this time!" Other teenagers joined in, forming two groups for a snowball fight. Meanwhile, Caroline and Marsha were

Kier corrects. "You're all boring," Sebastian commented from his spot on the table, "Sleigh race, Dina. It's a race." "No, it should be a 'Spot Santa Adventure Land' kind of thing," Calvin answered excitedly. Brad pipes in again, "Nah, Cal. Too complicated. It's a chimney sliding contest!" "Nice." Kier compliments Brad and the two high-five. I give the guys a judging look, "You're weird." "It's a dance, Dina." Ari finally says. Then she gasps, "Don't tell me you haven't been to a school dance before?"

A snowball careened over their heads, and Dak shouted, “You missed!” “I won’t miss next time! Wait until the annual snowball fight next week!” Kirsten yelled back. Dak and Memory ran faster, looking for a place to build their snowman far away from Kirsten, even if she wasn’t a very good shot. Memory would have enough to worry about, trying to pay attention to the build with Dak around, let alone with her sister’s competitive spirit. She ran on, excited to see what she and Dak could do when they put their minds together.

The moment Atlas walked away, I stood frozen outside the defense arena. Seven. Outside the dorms. Dance. My brain refused to process the order of those words. Atlas had asked me to the Winter Solstice dance. No. He hadn’t asked. He’d informed me. Which somehow made it worse. A strange tight feeling started building in my chest. Excitement. Panic. Embarrassment. All tangled together. By the time my feet carried me across campus toward my dorm, the feeling had grown into something dangerously close to a full panic.

"Use your nose to find your enemy and then sneak up behind them and hit them with a ball. Even if you’re not strong enough to throw far, there are other ways to beat them." She nodded and smiled. "I am ready!" "Cheryl, I am counting on you too," I said with a wink. "Let’s go." We threw snowballs for almost ten minutes until I smelled Storm come into the garden. Fuck he smelled nice. I whispered to Bella to hand me a snow ball and I hid behind a tree and hit Storm against his chest. "I can see you, krullebol." Storm said. "Join us. We’re having a snowball fight." I replied, throwing another snowball near his feet.

Something the size of a small football. I turn slowly to see Dylan at the side of the house, packing up another ball of snow. I watch as he pats the snow until it's a ball and throws it across. This time, I dodge, but it hits the wall and sprays everywhere. A familiar warmth spreads in my chest, and I drop my cup of chocolate and run onto the lawn and pack up my own snow. Dylan is already running, but I pat it quickly and throw. It lands smack on the back of his head, and he stumbles, just as another hits me.

Today, it had dissolved into a chaotic, multi-table snowball war. "Look at them," Leo said, stepping up beside me with a camera slung around his neck. "Forty tech millionaires and legacy heirs throwing frozen chunks of ice at each other like they’re back in middle school. Nature is healing." I let out a soft laugh, the first genuine smile touching my lips in forty-eight hours. "Where's Clara?" "Hiding behind the ice sculpture pavilion," Leo chuckled, pointing his lens toward the left flank. "She claimed a snowball ruined her cashmere earmuffs, so she’s currently trying to get Dominic to sue the caterer's son."