The Jabbawock
  • WpView
    Reads 16
  • WpVote
    Votes 1
  • WpPart
    Parts 1
WpMetadataReadOngoing<5 mins
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Aug 2, 2018
"Be aware of the Jabbawock my son, The sound that bites , The beats that catch. But beware the mock step bird, And shun the infamous dreamer snatch... Beware my son." Vange is getting ready for the world of dance and performance representing her studio. She has the routine. She has the skill but no partner for her duet of two. But she knows who and that he wants nothing to do with her although he is the most skilled at what any dancer does; she wants The Jabbawock.
All Rights Reserved
#342
stephenjames
WpChevronRight
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • Wasted Love
  • I love it when I'm dancing(a dancetale sans X reader)
  • Loving The Boys (TodoBakuKiriDeku x Reader)
  • Sonadow: Love Is Hard {Book 1}
  • A Night With My BF
  • Modern Swinger
  • Craving for you more
  • Don't Judge {Completed}
  • +Bitter Lies+

CREDIT FOR THE BEAUTIFUL COVER GOES TO OCCAMY! "Why not give this a chance?" He rasps. His voice holds all the sadness and anger that he is feeling, and the pressure of it leaves him nearly mute. But then, as he continues to speak, his voice becomes louder, harsher, and the strain of it breaks the entire dam. "We'd be good for each other, " he chokes. "You know that I'd be good to you. I could make you happy." I stiffen, suddenly wishing that I were anywhere but here. There are so many things that I'm not ready to say, too many things to regret if things go sour. "I've already wasted all of my love on someone else, " I whisper, half defiant and half ironic sorrow. "There's no such thing as wasted love, " he growls.

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines