AUTHOR'S NOTE: this story is part of a writing challenge. No AHer's were hurt or seriously maimed in the writing of these stories. These stories are spoofs and are supposed to be funny ---- so laugh dammit.
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List of Characters:
Harry Paranuckles: Salvor-Hardon
Manni Cure: Sophia Jane
Fook Yu: ABSTRUSE
Inde X: Vella_ms
Thumms: Matriach
Glitzy: Cloudy
Pinkie: ElizabethT
Friends who would pick on Harry: Ted and Eric – (haha)
TINY DANCER
Harry's heart stopped beating for just a second when he saw her. She was beautiful! Her body, lean and lithe - she was a dancer...and a magnificent one at that!
Harry would watch her through his hi-rise office window. He was a pencil pusher or at least that's what the letters on his window said. It was his fate. Fate! Bugger on that. Was it fate to always have a blister or indents on your skin after long hours of holding a pencil? No. Harry didn't believe in fate.
At night, after his long hours of work, he would stare outside his office window and gaze at the City lights and just dream. He would dream of better days to come.
One night he heard music and when his eyes finally found the source, he saw her! He watched for hours as she danced...her body swaying to and fro, perfectly in sync to the music. He squinted to see the letters written on her window – "M. Cure's School of Dance."
Harry loved to dance, although you'd swear he had two left thumbs...but he tried. Now, seeing this vision, it made him want to dance and dance well!
Closing his eyes, Harry pictured all the other guys laughing at him. "Oh, Harry Paranuckles, the dancer!" "Trade your sweater in for a tutu?" "What are you, a Pinkie?" Sure, they'd make fun of him, but he would be able to dance with her. Maybe, just maybe life would be so much better.
After days of twiddling, Harry decided to take the plunge - he'd walk those fingers up to M. Cure's School of Dance and be able to dance with the girl of his dreams!!
After giving his body a good crack, Harry took a deep breath and knocked on the door - no answer, but then the door swung open, music tumbled into the hallway sweeping Harry inside.
There stood his dream girl.
"Um...hi...I'm Harry..." Harry swallowed hard. "Harry Paranuckles."
He nearly fainted when she twirled around turning to him. Her face was beautiful! She was perfect!
"Hi." The soft voice broke through the music. "I'm Manni..Manni Cure."
Harry gulped. His throat was suddenly dry and his voice squeaked out, "I want to dance."
Manni smiled. She twirled and twirled until she reached him. Face to face they stood. She was so close Harry could see all the lines of her skin. She was one in a million! No, Harry thought again as he saw a faint scar across her left side, there was no one like her in the world!
"I've seen you Harry." Manni continued as she circled him. The music began to fill Harry's very being and he too circled her. "The way you twirl your pencil..." Manni nodded to the window facing Harry's. "You make it dance."
Manni stepped away and motioned for Harry to watch. Sprinkling pixie dust on the floor she began to dance - her dance started from top left straight with a slight curve and down again, twirling to the center, then a quick leap to the right and down. Pausing for a moment to sway her body to the music, Manni then leapt again, twirling, twirling down to a point, then twirling, twirling up curing into another point. Harry's mind was frantically trying to figure out what his "pencil dance" was...his gaze darting between the design on the floor and Manni's graceful figure.
She paused once more, smiling at him then leaping yet again as if in slow motion. Her dance nearly done as Harry's heart just about stopped.
Oh! No! This could not be! Harry thought. He squinted again, seeing all so clearly.