Versus Dance Novels & Stories

"What do you see?" "Warriors versus humans: the epic showdown?" Jessa didn’t laugh. "It’s one thing to convince someone to do something they might do anyway. The true challenge is in convincing them to do something they don’t want to do." The warriors and the humans suddenly stopped, five men and three humans completely frozen in time. A moment later, they clapped their hands, the synchronized pop echoing over a lull in the music. A stomp followed. A turn. A twist. They broke out into a coordinated dance like they were caught in a musical. Spinning, spiralling, circling, lifting. On and on they moved, not enemies but partners. Pivoting, prancing, snapping, tapping.

“Dance?” “Yes,” I say, gaining confidence. “I’m a dancer. It’s something I’m very good at.” Very, very good at, actually. But it’s not good to blow one’s own trumpet. Better to take him by surprise. He nods, considering. “Interesting. What kind of dance?” “One that helps people relieve stress,” I say, meeting his gaze. “I dress in very skimpy clothes and dance for exclusive audiences.” “Like a stripper?” “Not exactly. It may seem that way, but it’s another category of dancing,” I explain.

The storm that scattered many of the dark figures, but the puppets reformed as quickly as they were torn apart. “These things won’t stay down!” he yelled, launching a lightning bolt at one particularly large puppet which broke down but formed back. Amid the chaos, Hyperion’s focus was solely on Damon. The two collided again and again, Hyperion’s strength clashing with Damon’s agility. Each time Hyperion struck, Damon would dissolve into shadows, reappearing behind him or from the walls. Damon’s laugh echoed through the chamber, taunting, as he played with the light and darkness like a master of both.

"Now, bring me the shirt. We’ll talk when I get back." The whip of his reproach, followed so quickly by that sudden tenderness, left me momentarily adrift. I started to doubt myself. Maybe I really was making too big a deal of things. After all, without Michael’s work out there, Ryder and I wouldn’t have this comfortable life at all. Janine was just his assistant. No matter how bold she was, she’d always be just that—an assistant. In that haze of uncertainty, the divorce papers I had been gripping slowly slipped from my hand.

She wasn't just dancing her body, in any motion; he could see she really knew how to dance. Marcus seemed to be in a trance; his eyes fixed on the glow of her skin and the movement of her body. Marcus is mesmerized by this girl; he has never danced with a woman who knew how to move her body so perfectly in sync with his. Vanessa whipped her hips to the beat, making his eyes follow them from side to side. It had to be at least sixty seconds before Marcus found the strength to tear his eyes away from her beautiful shape. He finally felt the beat course through his body, and that's when he began to burn the dance floor with his moves.

The digital commentary was becoming a war zone. "I also feel Chloe Bishop can't compare to Zoe J.," one viewer sneered. "Chloe is merely pleasing to the eye, but Zoe’s performance actually moves the soul." However, dissenting voices from the professional community began to emerge, pushing back against the narrative. "I’ve studied dance for over a decade," one user retorted, "and in my opinion, Chloe is performing at a much higher level than Zoe." "I am a classical dance teacher," another added, "and I find Chloe’s temperament and rhythm far superior. I don't see any 'vanity' in her, nor do I feel this supposed 'serenity and spirit' from Zoe J."

But wait don't you think this needs a dance yeah i think so. I played " No more sad song by Little Mix" and i kept dancing yeah apart from food the thing i love most in this world is dancing sometimes i do go for competitions done in the streets and i always come as the winner well you know what my mum knows about my obesity with music and dancing but she doesn't know i go for competitions why because she hates it she doesn't want me to go to music line. She get furious anytime she sees me doing it but i don't care why because I am me. I danced for like two hours but i kept feeling I am forgetting something i wonder what that is. Oh my God my job! its past an hour already what am I gonna do

But I refuse to let their preconceptions define my journey. “You dance, and we’ll dance,” says Theo, not sounding entirely convinced. He does something on his phone, and the music begins. It’s a pulsating bass that reverberates through the room. Mark, Danny, and Theo begin to dance with an effortless grace, their bodies interpreting the rhythm with precision and power. Each step, and each gesture, is a testament to their years of dedication and experience. They seem to belong to this world, like a well-worn groove in a vinyl record.

Still terrifying. “Listen,” she leans forward. “We need to win.” My instinct is to say dance should be about joy, not trophies. My second instinct is to ask what happens if they DON’T win. Because these dance mothers clearly like violence. She softens. “Please.” Well. Damn. I don’t really have anything to lose. It could be fun. A distraction. And maybe — just maybe — it’ll buy me some grace when I’m late for class on the odd occasion.