Swan-lake Stories

Ballet isn't a sport. Ballet is an art, and in art, you strive for perfection or nothing. Meet Lucy Heartfilia, a world famous ballerina at the age of 17, daughter of a ballet legend, and of course, a perfectionist. When she lands a role in Juilliard's next production, the director constantly pushes Lucy out of her comfort zone and a fellow dancer bothers her to no end. And if that's not bad enough, her partner, Natsu Dragneel, is loose and relaxed, the complete opposite of her demanding and hard-working self. As Lucy's world starts falling apart, she must accept the cold, hard truth or face the consequences of fate she herself can't control. * * * Copyright © 2016 WriterOfAwesome & ofthefeels 711 in Fanfiction

Inspired by the haunting elegance of Swan Lake, this poem delves into the duality between Odette - the graceful, beloved white swan - and Odile - the veiled, cunning black swan. It explores the illusion of purity, the danger of assumptions, and the quiet power of what remains unseen. Beneath delicate feathers lies a shadowed truth: not all that glimmers is innocent, and not all who remain silent are harmless. This poem is an original work inspired by the ballet "Swan Lake." All rights reserved. Please do not copy, reproduce, or publish this content without the author's permission. Thank you for honoring this poet's voice.

My eyes were still bleary as I slumped over to the hearth in my chamber. That was an odd dream. I could vividly remember each of the eleven girls I had dreamed about. The food, the music, the sweet aroma of the apple orchard were all etched on my memory unlike any dream I had ever experienced. Even my legs were sore. Perhaps I had been kicking through the night in my sleep. I put a hand in my disheveled hair. I turned my head and glanced around my room. There at the edge of my bed were twelve dancing shoes, completely worn out. Every night Princess Mirabelle goes to sleep to find her self in an enchanted world accompanied by eleven other princesses. And every night in this enchanted world, they dance until their shoes fall apart. Every morning Mirabelle wakes to find all twelve worn out dancing shoes by her bed. Can she find out the mystery of the dancing shoes and stop the dancing nights so she can get a good night's rest?

𝕭𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝕾𝖜𝖆𝖓 𝖒𝖊𝖊𝖙𝖘 𝕻𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖆 𝕷𝖆𝖉𝖞 𝖔𝖓 𝕱𝖎𝖗𝖊 ❅ The Aldricht Ice Dance Academy is eighty years old. The ice has been resurfaced thousands of times. Coach Fenn has been here for forty of them. And he keeps meticulous records. Cast as Odette in this season's Swan Lake, Elena Vasek is performing the role of a woman who cannot tell love from illusion. Off the ice, that line is beginning to blur. Her obsession with Mara Kovač is becoming something dangerous. Mara is her rival. Her dark swan. And yet Elena has never been able to look away. Then there's Adrian Voss, the new assistant coach. Warm in a building that runs cold. He watches Elena like he's waiting for something to go wrong, like he's seen it happen before. Meanwhile, the gaps in Elena's memory are getting harder to explain away. Something is learning her, her voice, her hands, her wanting. and wearing it like a costume. It wants what Elena wants. It isn't afraid to take it. One rink. Two people who love her. Something else wearing her face. And the file with her name on it.

In the past I have written some Homestuck Fanfictions based off of Christmas stories, this time round I am going to be making Homestuck Fanfictions based off of different stories. This one is Swan Lake. I hope you like it. (No idea who did pictures)

Once the Selkie were shy, reclusive creatures, unconcerned with the affairs of men. But not anymore. Mankind is killing the planet and the Selkie are fighting back. This is the story of one such Selkie. That mermaid story you think you know is about to be turned upside down.