Short stories: Dancing 21 Articles

by Tim O'Dell

Totentanz

Red. That was the overwhelming impression she gave me. She was red, from the shoes on her feet, to the hair on her head. Red, red, red. As I followed her into the crashing, beating, thumping, tumultuous sea, I recalled

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by Patience Virtue

"Close your eyes."

I instinctively shut them obediently and listened to the sounds of people arranging and rearranging themselves around us. I heard the rustling movement of skirts swishing around themselves and the muffled tapping

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by Kelly Monteith

"I don't know how to dance, I have two left feet". I answered as my sister and her boyfriend announced they were getting married.I do not like to dance, maybe because I never learned.My soon to be brother-in-law asked me to be

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by Wendy A. I.

-Sensual music filled my ears as I lay in bed, resisting the urge to dance along as the trumpet ended the song with a high note. My mind went as blurry as it had ever been and I was absorbed by my senses until my eyes opened

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by Tammy Francis

It's an odd night at the local pub, Henry's, and I feel a little out of sorts. It seems like I haven't been here or danced in ages. It was a long weekend into the past and my regular routine seems far removed. Our favorite waitress

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by Kelly Steier

The Dancer

Martha was born dancing from the womb. Her Dad was a dance teacher. A small delicate man with tiny feet and piercing blue eyes, he taught dance on the Lower East Side of Manhattan. There he met a shy seventeen year

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by Sara Schlosser

"Let's dance," I whisper, feeling daring as I brush the sand off of my skirt. I offer you a hand, which you refuse, instead choosing to shoot me a quizzical look.

"Faye, there's no music," you reply, butt still planted firmly

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by Ken Locke

The Last dance

"Wake up, Jimmy! We've got to go," she urged.

She bounced on the edge of the bed, jostling him through the thick, white comforter.

"It's a beautiful morning, I feel great, and we've got to go dancing on the pier

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by John Peters

Throughout most of my life I was told I would dance then eat. I loved music, loved dancing. Most of my play time was listening to records on old 78 RPM records on an old photograph player with a crank that had to be turned. As

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by Glory Lennon

"Would....you like to...to dance?" Mark asked haltingly, equally hopeful and apprehensive. If Trudy said yes he'd be afraid of doing something stupid to ruin things. No, not like step on her toes. He was rather confident of his

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by Anony Mili

Katie's not the best dancer in the world but then again I'm probably closer to the worst dancer in the world. I don't know why she insisted that I took classes to improve my dancing. No one expects the groom to turn into a floating

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by Wendy Hepton

The Secret Dancer

She Danced In her sleep and she danced in her dreams but she never danced in public. She danced in her room, she danced anywhere she thought no-one was watching. Her mum had asked her many a time to join a dance

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by Lisa Fagan

FILMING A HULA SHOW FOR REALITY TELEVISION

Four large TV cameras were set up near the stage of the Tahitian Palace Showcase nightclub in Waikiki. The stage was decorated with tropical flowers, palm trees, and a tropical beach

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by Stephen Pearmine

The Resort.

Stephen caught the train home. He had now just left work after ten long hours in the office.
He was exhausted and annoyed. It was his little girl's birthday and he had missed most of it.
The tie he wore he untied and

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by Cherrie Palmer

Ballerina's and Morning Glories

"Good morning Mother." Stated the five-year-old. As she danced out of bed fully dressed in her lace leotard, tights and tiara. Toes extended and arms framed she twisted and plead down the hall to

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by Ms. Alisha Rose

I started dancing when I learned to walk. So my mom says. I really learned at a small dance studio when I was nine. By then, my body was changing and it was kind of hard. I also, was not instructed in memorizing the names of

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by Carl Halling

Dancing 1977: My disco, party, clubbing days...

The totemic year of 1977 was a far darker one than those coming before it. It was after all marked by the Punk uprising, a musical and cultural movement which could be said to have

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by Anthony Gorgia Ii

The Dance of the Angels

The news was too much to handle. I was only turning thirteen, and I was unable to bear such heartbreaking news. All of the memories flashed into my head like a movie screen. All of these beautiful moments

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