31 Jul


I dance.

There is something special about me when I dance. The princess of this beautiful kingdom saw it in me. So I dance… I dance for her.

No, I don’t dance when there’s a festival or a cheerful kingdom carnival. I don’t even dance for the royal ball or when the princess needs to be entertained. I only dance when darkness falls.

Every once in a while, the kingdom will be cloaked with a dark presence. And when that dark presence swallows the kingdom whole, life ceases to exist. Every soul would shut their doors and lock their windows, every flower eager to bloom would wither away, and the warm sun and fluffy white clouds would be absent from sight. What was once a lively gathering of laughter and cheers now becomes a grim manifestation of death.

Before my arrival, the kingdom fallen into this dark hole would suffer for weeks before light would reappear. It is said that the princess had tried many ways to rid her kingdom of the darkness, but all her efforts had failed. She was very ready to give up, but when she saw me, a spark of hope twinkled in her eyes. “You’re special,” she said, so certain and so happy to have me by her side.

The princess was convinced that I would be able to chase the darkness away, and despite my own lack of confidence, I decided to try and help her. So, on one dark and scary evening, I danced my first dance.

I was never taught on how to dance, I just know. It is something my body does so naturally and effortlessly, I don’t even need to think about my next move. But when I was sent to the dark streets for the first time, I was too terrified to make a move.

The buildings around me towered above my head, seemingly leaning in as though about to collapse on my fragile state. The vines that wrapped around the mouldy brick walls twisted to form hideous faces that looked down on me menacingly. The air was cold and heavy, clutching onto my bones like a skin to my body. And the dead silence… the dead silence gave room for strange and terrifying thoughts to fill up my mind.

I stood on that street for a very long time, not daring to move a muscle. The little light that came from the candles behind the closed windows was not enough to guide my path. I was scared and I found the task too daunting. I was tempted to run away and hide, but the princess stopped me with her pleas.

“Help me, Ballerina. Help me chase the darkness away,” the princess said. Her voice was so sad and desperate; a voice that should not be heard from an innocent child.

Knowing how much it would mean to her, I gathered the little courage I had and took my first step. One step forward, a shallow bow, another step forward with a gentle hop. It did not get any easier, so I shut my eyes and listened to the melody inside my head. The soft melody that was drowning in the sea of horrifying words was hard to focus on, but as I kept on moving, the soothing sound that drifted in my head swept everything away.

I found it easier to dance as my imagination guided my every move. I imagined the prickling vines to shrivel up, the brick buildings to be coated in red again, the flowers to breathe in new life and bloom with bright colours, the butterflies to flutter along my side, the dark sky to flee at the sight of the sun, and the warmth of day to melt the coldness away. I imagined the doors and windows to swing open as people entered the streets with smiles on their faces, the children to run with their friends and their yappy dogs, and the marble fountain in the courtyard to burst with fresh and clear water.

Everything I imagined I saw so clearly in my head, it felt so real but I dared not stop. I kept moving until I heard the princess’ voice again.

“Thank you, Ballerina,” the princess said. Her voice was no longer coated with fear and she sounded happy; a voice every child should have.

You’re welcome, I said silently, as the melody and my feet stopped moving.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the princess staring at me with a big smile on her face. She held the music box I called home in her hands, and hesitated to close me in. I knew she was tempted to wind me up again and watch me dance, but the princess wanted to save my magic. So after what seemed like a very long time, she whispered another thank you and gently shut my box.

I danced, and I’ll dance for her again.


Chasing the big things in life is what all of us have our hearts set on. We want to reach for the stars, climb the mountains, and sail mighty ships. Our focus is always on the ‘big’ that we tend to overlook or push aside the ‘small’. But small does not mean less significant, in fact, some small actions go a long way. As we strive to achieve greatness, let’s not forget to do the small things too; lend an ear to a friend, give a child a hug, or feed a stray dog. Our small actions can make a difference, just like the small ballerina in her music box.

Most of my stories are up for interpretation, so I hope this one speaks a special message to you too. And as always, let me know what you think of it in the comments below!

© 2014 Jeyna Grace

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Posted by on July 31, 2014 in Original Works


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25 responses to “Ballerina

  1. lolsy254

    July 31, 2014 at 4:42 pm

    Absolutely beautiful!

  2. Stephanie

    July 31, 2014 at 10:17 pm

    Very nice. I did not picture the ballerina would be in a music box. That was a nice surprise ending.

  3. Belle Sinclair

    August 1, 2014 at 4:21 am

    Beautiful story

  4. aditi1641

    August 1, 2014 at 12:42 pm

    Great story! And I love the consistent imagery throughout the entire story. And the message at the end is great, too 🙂 I tend to give real-life anecdotes while you make up the stories 🙂 Great job!

    • Jeyna Grace

      August 1, 2014 at 12:53 pm

      I’m happy you think so! I always try to include a message in my stories 🙂 Thank you!

  5. AileenSantos

    August 1, 2014 at 1:13 pm

    Everything grand was achieved through small steps taken each day. Lovely message.

  6. writerenee

    August 2, 2014 at 3:19 am

    This is beautifully written! I could not turn away and even felt my pulse speed up a little as the Ballerina danced. Very beautiful! I don’t have any interpretations yet but I will gladly read again to get some.

    • Jeyna Grace

      August 2, 2014 at 11:06 am

      Thank you! Never knew my simple story could do that 😀 I’m happy it kept you engrossed.
      I would love to hear if you get any interpretations from it 🙂

  7. Joy

    August 7, 2014 at 3:06 pm

    This story made me shiver, and I don’t often show or feel any emotion when reading a story, but this I really like. I love the idea of bringing an inanimate object alive like this, magical 🙂

    • Jeyna Grace

      August 7, 2014 at 3:28 pm

      Thank you! I’m glad it had an effect on you. Never knew this story could do that 🙂

  8. lydia921

    August 11, 2014 at 5:16 pm

    I love your writing and your stories! 🙂 I love how you add a little paragraph after the story explaining the meaning behind it!
    Never stop writing!

    • Jeyna Grace

      August 11, 2014 at 5:22 pm

      Thank you! I always try to write stories with a meaning 🙂
      I definitely won’t!

  9. wintervel

    August 11, 2014 at 6:46 pm

    Wow, I couldn’t resist reading this, it’s like a spell or something! Absolute stunning story and writing. I’m still amazed by the plot twist XD
    Keep on writing bc I hope to buy a book of yours one day!
    Mira ❤

    • Jeyna Grace

      August 11, 2014 at 9:31 pm

      Thank you so much for letting me know!
      I will do that. And I hope one day, I’ll be able to get my books to bookstores new you 🙂

      • wintervel

        August 12, 2014 at 6:22 pm

        You’re very welcome and I’ll buy all your books for sure!

  10. Claire

    August 18, 2014 at 2:12 pm

    This is so sweet. Makes me think of who my dancers are…

  11. daniellevrub

    August 20, 2014 at 7:06 pm

    Loved the reveal, it was a great twist that made sense!

    • Jeyna Grace

      August 20, 2014 at 8:54 pm

      Thank you! A twist must make sense 🙂

  12. Little Daisy in China

    September 2, 2014 at 1:11 am

    Really beautiful. I like your style. Keep writing ! 🙂

    • Jeyna Grace

      September 2, 2014 at 9:03 am

      Thank you! I definitely will 🙂


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