100 Writing Prompts Challenge

This is a 100 writing prompts challenge to fulfill boredom, anyone wishing to snag up the idea and complete the challenge, GO FOR IT!! It involves 100 different words and a story about each is what I plan to do!
Here we go :)


1. 1st Word- Dance

The tempo began, a beautiful, soft melody, I tap my foot to the beat, slowly swinging it backwards and forwards. In my head, I am twirling across an elaborate ball room, couples around me swaying to the melody, enveloped in each other's arms, eyes locked, lips slightly parted, waiting for the moment when they kiss. I was breathless with excitement. The music swept me away.

I spun myself across the floor. Arms spread, moving in an interpretive sway, legs elegantly poised with each step. My imaginative ballroom was decorated beautifully,  shimmering chandelier in the centre of the two story room, enormous windows lined every wall, framed by delicate, red velvet curtains. In one corner sat my orchestra, adoringly strumming, blowing or tapping their various instruments to create a lovely, intriguing rhythm with many layers of sweet melody.

I allowed the music to carry me around the room, dipping, twirling and leaping through the air, a dangerous dance of excitement. My imagination trilled with happiness and expectation. A daydream dance.

As I twirled with my arms spread wide, a tall, dark haired man stepped forward to embrace me. I had no idea where he had come from and jerked with surprise, knocking me out of my day dream back into my math's class. Everyone around me was working away silently. I looked down at my book as the music continued to play in my ear piece. I shook my head and tried to focus on the algebra questions in front of me. But the music was calling and eventually my untamed mind wandered back into the daydream.

I was dancing in the arms of a tall, dark haired man with fiery brown eyes. They were filled with passion, his lips a beautiful shade of pink, turned up at the sides in a crooked smile. He had some scruffy hair on his chin, which I didn't mind at all, for he was the beautifully imagined Orlando Bloom. I swooned in his arms and he caught me, laying me down in his strong grip. He leant down to kiss me, his lips gently touching mine, I moaned, a piercing, ringing escaping my lips. I was once again jerked from my reverie, this time, by the bell.

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