Tiny Dancer Book Novels & Stories

Dear Reader Thank you for reading the first chapter of the book called, Dancing With Fate. Dancing With Fate was originally written as an Interactive Story Game. I am in the process of adapting it into a novel form. The original version contains a great deal of dialogue to fit the platform for which it was intended. Though you can enjoy the story in its interactive format too as currently published. (eg when Trayton speaks, the format will be as this: Trayton ~ “Are you dumb asses ready to go?”)

Robbie asked me. I smiled and pulled out my phone. Maybe dancing would help. Both of us took position as the music started. Grinding our hips to the beat as our hands went up our chests slowly. Once the beat of " Take Your Shirt Off" Speed up a bit as the chorus took over both I and Robbie hit the ground on our backs. Thrusting twice as we rolled our hips and then took to our feet. Both our friends watched and smiled at us. They were used to us and had seen this number before. When the girls asked us to take off our tops and make their bubble pop both at the same time took off our shirts and tossed them at our friends. We then bounced around a bit making sure to do a few thrusts and brought

Lucy Adams's book had 357 pages. The notebook was almost full. Usually, Jane had at least one unfair thing to add to it every day. Now she could add that she still remained a dwarf for the last six months. Maybe she had stopped growing. Maybe five feet two inches was going to be her full adult height, and she would spend the rest of her life as a shortie, except for Lucy Adams, who apparently hadn't since she starred as a princess for their school play in second grade.

Whatever Danciana was planning, I would make sure her schemes didn't come to fruition. I walked towards the office door, my steps purposeful and determined. Just as I was about to exit, I subtly adjusted my path to gain a better view of the object Danciana was concealing. From my peripheral vision, I could see it was a small, exercise book, carefully tucked under her arm. My intrigue deepened, and a surge of determination coursed through my veins. what was contained in that book?

7 years ago One afternoon, little Sophia was playing on her front porch. Her hands were playing with two Tedy Bear dolls by herself. One doll looked shabby, while the other looked brand new. Her innocent face was beaming with happiness, because this morning Jerry, her new neighbor, gave her a new doll. Little Sophia was very happy to get to know her new neighbor, because the middle-aged man loved her like her own daughter. "Sophia! That doll is mine!" Sophia's smile faded when her new doll was snatched by someone.

The kind of place you only saw in movies, the kind where people who had everything—and wanted to keep it all—lived. “You call this a little sanctuary?” I muttered, my voice was filled with disbelief. Damon glanced over at me, his smirk never fading. “It’s cozy,” he said, with a laugh that made me feel like I was missing something. He led me toward the massive oak doors, pushing them open with ease. As soon as we stepped inside, I was hit by the huge size of the place. The entryway was grand— , with a staircase so wide and sweeping it felt like something out of a royal palace.

But no matter which version it was or whether it was true or false, none of it had anything to do with me anymore. The days went by, and before long, Clementine learned to walk. She wobbled through the garden chasing butterflies, her little feet sinking into the grass in uneven steps, like a clumsy little rabbit brimming with joy. The sunlight fell on her face, soft and fuzzy, warm and golden. I crouched down and opened my arms. She let out a giggle and threw herself headfirst into my embrace. I held her tight, resting my chin against her soft hair. Suddenly, I smiled.

I closed my eyes as I stand straight with proper placement of my both feet and hand. I stared at my reflection on the mirror and the image of my young self flash on my mind and I can't help but to smile reminiscing the first time I dance on the theater wearing a white tutu dress that exactly resemble my mother's tutu dress. Dancing is part of my childhood, it actually makes my life meaningful. I breath out and shut my eyes and swiftly do the assemblè step starting on the fifth position. I cover my face with my both hand and spin around before I lift my left leg and extend it on the air. I pushed myself on the air and turn around before I run and jump high. I landed on the safe spot before I

While Vincent was busy learning about business and caring for his education, the young girl would often sneak into his house and climbed through his window, since his room was on the first floor. The young girl was always dressed in white dresses with lace and she always had this white tiger doll she used to carry around even after she became a teenager as if it was her most precious possession. At first when they started getting close, he did not really pay too much attention to her because although she was incredibly beautiful even at such a young age, he found her personality to be a bit unbearable.

She chuckled. And upon seeing that the clock had struck 6 p.m, we started getting dressed. Slightly applied make up, and hit the sidewalk. We headed to one of the biggest dance halls in school, that always held functions as big as the bash. The music was on full blast. And as soon as one entered, they could see the snack platters and drinks assembled on the long table. "It's going to be a long night," I yelled at Abby, who only decided to simply nod than yell back a response. As the music was at a deafening level.