Left, left, left, right. Left, left, left, right. STOP!
The dramatic music echoed throughout the abandoned theater. A dancer swung across the floor with what appeared to be a dummy within his arms.
Left, left, left, right! Left, left, left, right!
Spinning around he gazed into the lifeless lumps eyes intensely. "They state I'm insane but just look at us, as content as can be. Do you really think they could call a man this caring with a women such as yourself insane?" No response came from the body within his arms.
Left, left, left, RIGHT! Left, left, left, RIGHT!
"No, we dont need them. We dont require anything but each other. That is all there needs to be, ever." Then he let out a low chuckle.
Left. Left. Left. RIGHT! Stop.
"Why do you refuse to answer me my love? Why do you not dance with me like you used to? Have you grown tired of this? Of... Me?" He whispered into the corpses ear. "Please. Dance with me..." and the music stopped. The lights slowly went out and he let a wicked grin spread across his face.
A single blue spotlight appeared on a spectrum of a certain elegance no mortal could obtain. A more soothing melody filled the air as the being danced on her own. "My beautiful darling. You dance like an angel..." the dancer approached her as the strong dramatic melody of a tango mixed with the soothing song of a ballet. Syncing into a dance between two worlds the Male finally held his beloved ballerina in his arms. "They said you were dead... So I danced until you returned...."
( I was given the word tango. )
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The Author's Stories
Short StoryThis is a collection of short stories I've written that I decided I wanted to share. Most of these are angst. They aren't connected, I wrote almost all of them individually except the Stage stories.
