The Dance Of Benevolence - Original Writing

Everything had began magnificently the day I attended the renaissance fair. It was the first time I’d ever been to any festival of the sort, and the air was full of magic. At exactly 10:30 in the morning, the ceremony began. The King and Queen presented themselves atop the castle’s balcony to address their people. As the beautiful royals welcomed us into their kingdom, my heart beat erratically, and I crossed the threshold with my breath held. There were so many events that I wanted to see, and activities I wanted to try; I couldn’t wait to get inside. I wasn’t just an ordinary guest, however, I had a job to do. Carrying my instrument lightly with one hand, dressed as a princess and feeling important, I walked proudly through the bustling

I enjoyed looking at her. She was a slender, small-breasted girl with an erect carriage, which she accentuated by throwing her body backward at the shoulder like a young cadet. Her gray sun strained eyes looked back at me with polite reciprocal curiosity out of a wan, charming, disconcerted face.” Nothing in those lines expresses the excitement and passion that a man whose truly attracted to a woman displays when they are interested and wants to date you. There was definitely no butterflies in his stomach for

The type of music that was in the video “Sinnerman” by Alvin Ailey Revelations started off religious like and it had soft singing with lyrics which sounded like a opera. As the video went on, the music instantly changed to more of a tribal sound with the use of drums, maracas, and a male singer (0:31) with a choir in the back. Throughout the video, the lyrics are saying “Lord won’t you hide me?”, this represents the fact that this performance is a spiritual and a connection to God. The type of dance in this performance would be ballet, modern, and also contemporary. It would be considered ballet because of the flips, turns, and leaps that the dancers do, and it is considered modern and contemporary because of the freedom of movement that is

Out of the darkness, rivers of brilliant light and color began to flow all around her, as if a dam holding back a rainbow had miraculously burst. Then she heard the music... a melody so beautiful it tugged at her very soul. It was as if the euphony clothed her in an impenetrable blanket. She felt warm. She felt safe. Uncontrollably, tears welled up, the hymn gripping her heart, and she was forced to squeeze her eyes shut and instinctively her body curled into a protective ball.

Hair swept back into an adorable messy bun, an errant lock of hair dangling before her ear. Pretty blue eyes and big lips. Dark hair. An atypical heat stirred inside of him, settling in his groin and refusing to let go. She had a southern accent, just like everyone else in the town did, but from her lips it didn't irk him. In fact, there was an endearing quality to it Bennett found himself liking. And her curves...

Looking into her eyes, I realized that she was not as happy or as content with life as she showed herself to be. Beneath her sprightly demeanor, she hid her disappointment and loneliness.

Now the music filled our ear and the dancers rushed out to the center of the stage with kicks, jumps, and arm swings that gave it a hip-hop, jazz with a little ballet vibe that stood out from other dances. It felt as if you were in the big city at night. People are rushing back and forth creating an intense feeling with the music picking up pace as well.

Wanting to leave, posthaste, I stood to say my goodbyes, but my knees buckled, unable to sustain my full weight. The room, the maid, and Mrs. Winnaford were spinning. As I tried in vain to focus, two of everything swirled and exchanged positions in front of me. Reaching for something to hold on to, I

Young ladies and gentlemen began to dance and swirl around the center of the ball room while Karolina and her friend were approached by two distinguished ladies. They made their introductions and inquired about Karolina, for they recognized Anna and her husband. They observed Karolina’s simple hairstyle and lack of jewelry. Anna proudly explained to them she was a friend from the Grand Duchy of Baden and described the wedding of Princess Marie both attended back in Mannheim. The two women were suitably impressed as Anna described the members of royalty they had seen. After they left, Anna squeezed Karolina’s hand and mouthed the words “Thank you” to her as other women slowly came up to both them.

She stubbed her cigarette on the heel of her shoe and flicked it to the side. It was time for her break, which would have amounted to five or six minutes, and instead of going to greet Cecil she lingered on stage with her back turned in his direction. She removed her compact mirror with intentions to spot-check her makeup. What she saw did not displease her: her eyes were outlined with mascara and kohl, the dark red tint to her lips had yet to run, and her rouge still looked quite nice against her pale complexion. She wore a beige-colored dress that came a few inches above her knees, exposing her stocking-cladded stick thin legs. The dress was straight and loose and covered her boyish figure. She wore a long bead of pearls around her neck. And if one looked close enough, they could see a dust of freckles over her button nose. She was everything her parents hated about the younger generation. No wonder they had set her up with such a

As evening approached, I rose from the bed, the form of my body leaving a ghost-like imprint on the comforter. I smoothed out the impression, knowing how Melissa liked things neat, and traded my old clothes for new ones. After changing I looked into the full-length mirror on the back of the door. I looked like some college leftover in a pair of camouflage pants and an Aéropostale shirt. As I left the building, a soldier broke from behind the desk and followed at my heels.

“And with that, we send my father and brother to their reward. May we be so worthy as to follow their example and learn from it. May we support each other in our need. In turn may we celebrate each other’s triumphs as they would have wanted. This we can ask each other to do.” Mithian expressed. “Thank you all for coming. Priestess Freya, thank you for bringing everyone here. Prince Merlin and I appreciate your support. If you will follow me, the servants will serve dinner in our main banquet hall. Please join

I paid for my food and left. Taking a short walk I stopped outside a building of flats. Chrome identifies the building to be my final destination. Rounding the back of the building to the service road I search profusely for my entrance point. Pulling my dark hooded jumper that matches my black combat pants and boots. The second floor window was open, allowing the cool night breeze waffle through the apartment. I climbed on to the commercial bin and hoisted myself into the room. Landing gracefully on the floor I searched my surroundings, orientating

You then proceeded to realize that these weren’t your blankets. Nor was this your bed. Bracing yourself you sat up slowly, but the rush of blood to your head, made you feel dizzy. Blinking groggily, you looked around. You were in room that could have been a child’s.

At the rehearsal, Wendy had been wearing a simple knit dress. Now, Dad had to fight for aisle space. Wendy’s gown was enormous. Like the bridesmaids, she had a fitted bodice with sheer puffed sleeves and a basque waist, but her gown was silvery white. Crystal beads glittered and flashed rainbows under the lights. The skirt was an extravagant confection of froth and frills - Mary’s description - that would have pleased any southern belle. Over the hoop petticoat, lining, crinoline and underskirt billowed layers of tulle, lace and organza. Jeweled clips caught up the swags of organza that rested on top of the cloud of tulle. The overskirt was split in front to reveal cascading tiers of lace ruffles. Everything that could be beaded had been