After last call — drunk, buzzed— but she wanted to keep dancing. Swirling and swaying in the center of the floor …
Others were exiting and going to the curb to wait for an uber.
She looked up at the disco ball. As if looking up into the sun and she saw, looking down at her thru the mirrored glass a laughing skull …she was under a spell. She tried to stop dancing, but nothing worked.
Her skin went numb as her soul lifted out of her body to join the others … taking her place in a tile of the mirrored skull.
Also...once I'm done with this draft and ready to pitch again--the next 30 or 60 days, I've got a story that is VERY different for me that I want to give a go. More of a short story/novella. Seeing you post these short stories has helped give me confidence to very quickly write this next story--to have fun with it--before I get to perfectionistic or "precious." So thank you! !
Ooooh this gave me happy chills for you. I feel creativity coming off you in waves. I am really happy to hear that you’re reconnecting with the joy of writing!
Your story was wonderful. In fact, I was intimidated to even try to write something. But how often do I get the chance to write about a disco skull? (hee hee):
Sixty-five dollars! That’s all? Why I was a disco king! Back in the day my friend and I topped the Billboard charts. If you knew my history, I’d be selling for a fortune!
There we were, it was 1976, my best friend, Disco Duck, and I were at a party movin’ to the disco beat. The next thing we knew , we were an American cultural sensation. It’s not well known, but the original lyrics were Disco Skull, but I was cool with my best buddy. Duck, getting all the attention.
I’ve lost touch with everybody from the old days, what with being stuck on this shelf and all. It’s okay, I’ve got my memories to tide me over. But sixty-five dollars! C’mon now! Let’s dance!
After last call — drunk, buzzed— but she wanted to keep dancing. Swirling and swaying in the center of the floor …
Others were exiting and going to the curb to wait for an uber.
She looked up at the disco ball. As if looking up into the sun and she saw, looking down at her thru the mirrored glass a laughing skull …she was under a spell. She tried to stop dancing, but nothing worked.
Her skin went numb as her soul lifted out of her body to join the others … taking her place in a tile of the mirrored skull.
I ADORED this story. It was pure perfection and it made me very happy. 💜💜💜
Oh my goodness, THANK YOU, Diana!!
Also...once I'm done with this draft and ready to pitch again--the next 30 or 60 days, I've got a story that is VERY different for me that I want to give a go. More of a short story/novella. Seeing you post these short stories has helped give me confidence to very quickly write this next story--to have fun with it--before I get to perfectionistic or "precious." So thank you! !
Ooooh this gave me happy chills for you. I feel creativity coming off you in waves. I am really happy to hear that you’re reconnecting with the joy of writing!
Your story was wonderful. In fact, I was intimidated to even try to write something. But how often do I get the chance to write about a disco skull? (hee hee):
Sixty-five dollars! That’s all? Why I was a disco king! Back in the day my friend and I topped the Billboard charts. If you knew my history, I’d be selling for a fortune!
There we were, it was 1976, my best friend, Disco Duck, and I were at a party movin’ to the disco beat. The next thing we knew , we were an American cultural sensation. It’s not well known, but the original lyrics were Disco Skull, but I was cool with my best buddy. Duck, getting all the attention.
I’ve lost touch with everybody from the old days, what with being stuck on this shelf and all. It’s okay, I’ve got my memories to tide me over. But sixty-five dollars! C’mon now! Let’s dance!
Disco Dan danced more than the night away...
Ooh, I have the biggest grin after reading your little story! Thank you!
aww THANK YOU!!
Thanks for hr book recommendation. Sounds cute and I’ve gotten on the library list for it.
You’re very welcome! Hope you enjoy it, Mira!