Or Are We DancerOr Are We DancerOr Are We Dancer2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
No one had really known what to say.
It was an awkward moment when the team discovered their red-headed bro alone in the training room, dancing to a Spanish salsa.
Wally has always danced, and he thought he was pretty good. His mom had tried, when he was much younger, to put him in dance classes, but to no avail. At that age (or any age, I guess), no little boy liked feeling like a girl, and as the only boy in any dance class, that's exactly how he always felt. After the accident, when his uncle took him on as a protégé, Wally revisited dancing. Barry said it was training; that being able to dance would help him
The DancerHear me read itThe Dancer2 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The night I met Jessie she was beautiful. She swayed to the almost intolerably loud music as if her bones were made of it. She was something unknown. I remember the sharp cut of her hair had it run across her cheek parallel to her carved out cheekbone. It looked like a wig, I wanted to touch it. I wanted to touch her, and see if she felt like plastic. Who could ever believe that someone so perfect could be so real. I regret that. I regret doubting her reality.
Eventually she bought me a drink, she called it an Appleté but trapped in the pulsating fuchsia lights of the club it looked purple. It tasted like jealousy; sour and
Belly of the DancerBelly of the DancerBelly of the Dancer6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Belly dancing had been a hobby of Sheilas for many years. She had read every book and watched every tape on belly dancing. She even worked at a club that featured belly dancing as the main attraction. But that was six years ago.
Sheila was now working in a mall bookstore (Reading was another hobby of hers). Sheila had long, dark beautiful hair, and a gorgeous face to match. She was also 56 and had a tan complexion. She was 167 lbs heavier than she was six years ago. Now weighing in at about 300 lbs., her former famous belly sloshed past her thighs and almost past her knees (Her measurements were
Creepypasta DANCERI looked down at the screen of my DS resting in my hands. On it I could see the Gardevoir that I had just received in a trade. The slender Pokemon was rather beautiful and had an enchanting name to fit its grace. DANCER was its name. 'What a nice Pokémon,' I thought quietly to myself. While I was admiring the Gardevoir, my friend Alexandra started telling me about how she had obtained it. But I hardly paid her any attention. The only thing that mattered to me was winning the leader of the Pokémon fights type.Creepypasta DANCER2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I absently pretended to listen to her while I subtlety checked the Pokemon's statistics. I also looked for Gardevoir's descr
Spanish Are Dancers(SpainxReader Oneshot)Antonio sat on his porch and sipped intently on a glass of red wine, much like he would do any other hot afternoon. But, this particular afternoon was special for you were at his home. You took chaste sips of your red wine and enjoyed the feel of the Spaniards near playful green eyes on your body.Spanish Are Dancers(SpainxReader Oneshot)1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Your home is so beautiful.. I'm so jealous." You said in a voice just above a whisper.
The passionate male beamed at your compliment before swiftly replying flirtingly, "Gracias mi amor ! But you are much more beautiful~."
You shot him a playful glare before looking down at the red liquid in your wine glass. You gave it a twirl before saying
Moon Dancer~~~ Moon Dancer ~~~Moon Dancer2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Written By: Donald Lewis
Since the names of Twilight's parents aren't specifically mentioned during "The Cutie Mark Chronicles" I went with the names listed on the My Little Pony Friendship is Magic Wiki. In the event their names are mentioned in future episodes I will edit the story accordingly. That being said, enjoy.
"No, no, no, no, no, NO!"
Books clattered to the floor as volume after volume ricocheted off the walls and fu
DARK: One Below, the water seethed.DARK: One6 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
Icy and treacherous, I could already feel its paralyzing sting, though I had yet to make my final plunge. Around me, snow swirled wildly in the winter wind. I admit, if I were not blinded by the snow and the darkness of the late hour, I wouldnt have had the courage for such a feat. I leaned over the slick railing of the bridge and vomited. Terror? Vodka? Who could say? And what did it matter? No one but me would remember this last act, so symbolic of the frail human condition. My body ached from the cold. I was gloveless and my leather jacket was worn thin. I lay my head against the railing, and the tears th
Belly Dancer - TGNorton flipped the channel up; nothing. He flipped the channel down; no better results. Undeterred he checked the menu for what would come on next, and then sighed. He wondered whether there were any good books in the house.Belly Dancer - TG2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"God I wish something good was on TV," he muttered after a moment, and then blinked. He had the sudden sense of being watched.
"Something with belly dancing maybe?" asked a voice. He jumped a little, lifting a bowl of popcorn he couldn't remember getting in the process. A manicured hand dug itself into the bowl, lifting it to a perfectly formed and pouty lips. "Hold that for me, will ya?' she demanded around a mouthful
A Dancer's LoveA Dancer's Love2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter One: I Can Turn Back?
It's been seven years since Mytho and Rue went back into the story and Ahiru is still thinking about the dance she had with Fakir the night she couldn't get her pendant off. That warm smile he had given her while they were dancing. She couldn't get it off her mind or out of her dreams.
She was swimming on the pond again. She heard a sound of someone walking on the water behind her. She turned, thinking it was the prince again, but who she saw surprised her. Fakir was the one dancing on the pond. When she saw him smile at her, her
The DancerA sweet wind played with her auburn hair as she released a sigh beneath her captive audience of stars. Here, across her moon lit stage of gleaming grass she could dance.The Dancer3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She took the smallest of steps; the gritty touch of the cool ground brought her feet delight as she hesitated for a moment. Enticed to the whims of an unforgotten song, every gliding step fading the world to a metronome's tock. Beneath her slowly moving audience she took sweeping spin after tight twirl to unheard crescendos and minuets. Until their pin prick lights departed beneath the sky scraper horizon.
She faltered as the red rising sun drew close her blue curtain, her
CanadaxReaderxAmerica: Ice DancerChapter OneCanadaxReaderxAmerica: Ice Dancer1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A cool breeze whipped through your hair, startling your (h/l) (h/c) locks. The dull thunder of applause hit your ears as you spun around, the familiar 'schff' of blades on ice barely noticeable. When you skated, everything around you just disappeared. It was just you, dancing.
You opened your right eye, and then your left one.Cold wind from the agape window in the truck was blowing on your face, and the loud growling of the engine was bothering you.
"Morning, Bud(1)." The happy twang of your father chirped. You glared playfully at him. "Hi, old man." You shot back, and he pretending to be hurt. You chuckled.
Your Dad looked sl
Frerard:TRUE E HOLLYWOOD STORYFRERARD: The Greatest, Truest Story Ever WrittenFrerard:TRUE E HOLLYWOOD STORY5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there was a young pokemaster named Gerard Way-Catchemall! He was destined to capture all the poke-slasha-mon in the world! But there was only one problem: his rival, Frank Iero-YouteachmeandIllteachyou! Gerard had trained his pokemon far and wide, teaching them with love and pokeberries! But would he be strong enough?! Because not only did he hate Frank Iero-YouteachmeandIllteachyou, but he also loved him because of his sexiness and the way his hair gleamed in the shining reflection of a cliché fanfiction! But his parents were homophobes despit
DancerDancer2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Each spin flashed with the bright lights of a star, the scent of the finest flower, the grace of a swan, the figure of a mystic and beautiful female. How that woman would have loved to have known that she was getting the attention of such an important young man, who was born within the aristocracy, raised optimally, and provided with the best education that the Europe of that time offered. She was probably the kind of woman who was willing to sell affection and comfort for the amount of money that satisfied her, the one that can be found in the most deplorable parts of the suburbs, and that belongs to the vulgar and scandalous life o
Americans Are Heroes(AmericaxReader oneshot)Hot lips ran down your neck, only to stop so the man doing the actions could nibble on your jugular a little bit. He lifted his head up so he could look down at you through cerulean eyes. God, did you look cute! The way you were placed on his bed, the way you looked up at him with a small blush on your face. GAH! It made him want to kiss you all over, which he fully intended to do as he brought his face down so he could mash lips with you.Americans Are Heroes(AmericaxReader oneshot)1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Now, you knew that Alfred was a very dominate person, but this surprised you a little bit. The way his kisses felt, the way his hands ran down your body, pushing you towards his made you wish he did this m
Austrians Are Musicians(AustriaxReader Oneshot) He could feel your eyes on his back as his hands in front pressed down delicately on the piano keys. Music flowed out as you swayed back and forth, enjoying the sounds the man made with the simple yet complex instrument. Surely if it were someone else watching, he'd abruptly stop and politely ask them to leave for he wasn't quite fond of someone standing there the whole time. But, you were an acceptation. He allowed you to periodically listen to him for he knew you loved the instrument.Austrians Are Musicians(AustriaxReader Oneshot)1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
As his song came to a beautiful end, you sighed dreadfully. "I wish I could play like you do, but unfortunately I was born with no musical talent."
Happy Anniversary (Felix and Calhoun)"So, do you have any plans for tonight?" Ralph asked the small handyman that walked beside him. The arcade had just closed and they were walking across the roof of the apartment building. "Happy anniversary, by the way," He added awkwardly at the end.Happy Anniversary (Felix and Calhoun)5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Felix looked up at Ralph and smiled, "Thank you brother! And no, I didn't plan anything." He admitted confidently.
"What, Felix didn't plan anything for his first anniversary?" Ralph teased as he remembered the elaborate plan he did for Sergeant Calhoun's birthday. It had been grand and a complete success. Therefore Felix must be joking, but the small man didn't answer "No, seriously?" Ra
Teacher!Scotland x Cross Dressing Dancer!Reader--1Amulet-Voltaire: HHHHEEELLLLOOO MY LOVELIES!!! I have no idea what a Scottish accent sounds like (and yet I have Scottish in me OTL) so I'm not putting any accents into this story D:… ssooo… Teacher!Scotland x Cross Dressing Dancer!Reader :dance: how did I think of this? :O:confused:Teacher!Scotland x Cross Dressing Dancer!Reader--16 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
[f/n] = first name
[l/n] = last name
[h/c] = hair color
[e/c] = eye color
[f/c] = favorite color
[f/m/n] = fake name
[f/o] = favorite outfit (includes shoes)
You ran as fast as your legs could run. Your [h/c] hair, that is the same length as Feliks Łukasiewicz's (Poland), was in your [f/c] hat (it doesn't have to look like Poland's, it just has
AmericaXReader~ Americans are HerosYou had no idea what was going on. You couldn't move, and you found it hard to stand... You were lying on the sidewalk, and you had hit your head on the edge of the cement. What happened again?AmericaXReader~ Americans are Heros1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Last thing you remember was walking down the street with your best friend Alfred F Jones and his brother Arthur... you were laughing with them... and you crossed the street and...and...
You suddenly heard people screaming and saw them gathering around your area.
"Oh my God! Someone got hit by a van!"
"Some one! Call an ambulance!"
"Some one help me get this girl up! She's bleeding!"
One voice rang familiar. " O-Out of my way you wankers! __
Turkey x Gypsy!Belly-dancer!Reader chapter 1~Turkey's P.O.V~Turkey x Gypsy!Belly-dancer!Reader chapter 18 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I sighed, another day at the world meeting, nothing got solved, it was over already and it made me wonder if anybody, including me, has solved any of their problems. Turkey had the world meeting in his country so he didn't have to take flight.
Just as Turkey was thinking he bumped into something. "Hey watch it-" But before Turkey could finish he saw he had bumped into a man, there was a crowd surrounding something, and Turkey, being the stubborn and curious person he was, pushed his way through the crowd until he made it to the front.
What he saw amazed him. There were two girls dancing very well. One with large boobs and