Literary Lion. Happy Feet.

Bonsoir my lovely literary wizards. This week the lion has two pairs of pirouetting paws…

The word is ‘Dance’.

You have seven days to tell your dance inspired tales, in 400 words or less. As always, Pingback to this post, include the tag ‘Literary Lion’ so we can all see your story in the WP reader, and don’t forget to holler via Instagram and twitter.

Here is my tale of happy feet…


The Audition.

The red door stood stark against a street of black counterparts. It was the exact shade of the virtual lipstick signature that sat at the end of the email she’d sent.

She called herself Darling.

I leant towards the lacquered wood and heard only space behind it. I glanced again at the piece of paper in my hand. There was no sign on the door and no number, just the potted topiary trees that she had described when she’d called to tell me to come to the audition. That word carried a certain chesty self-assurance.

I had told my friends I was going for an interview.

I knocked. The door swung inwards, revealing a dark hallway lined with leather cubes. Each foam filled box had a girl balanced on top. One sat empty and uninviting in the corner.

My heels ticked across the slate floor as I edged around the door. It was latched behind me by a man dressed in a suit that hugged his broad shoulders as though it was clinging on for life. I smiled in greeting but he remained mute and expressionless.

The hallway stood as silent as the void I had heard from the other side. My stomach growled in protest of my liquid caffeine breakfast. A girl with bleached yellow hair leered at my waist.

I should have had another cigarette.

By the time I’d been in London for a month I had convinced myself I was anaemic. Certain that my countryside reared blood couldn’t fuel my body in the way it did every other Londoner’s, I would chew on Pro Plus tablets with droopy eyes and a languid brain that had forgotten to swallow. I could still taste the morning’s dose; the bitterness had bonded with my taste buds as the coagulated powder sifted down my oesophagus unwillingly.

I heard her imminent entrance. The straightening of their backs and the fluffing of their locks told me that they had heard too. We stood to attention as she greeted us, her set of ghost white porcelain teeth flicking out from between rouged lips.

She marched us down the stairs and into a low-lit room cocooned beneath the city. A chequered floor stood at the centre, surrounded by tufted red velvet booths, each of which tilted towards a mirrored pole that stood at the helm.




72 thoughts on “Literary Lion. Happy Feet.

  1. I love how I can’t quite figure out where this story would be heading. Seems sinister. I wonder if anyone will get out alive…? I love the word dance. Many things popped into my head. Can’t wait to get started.

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  2. Loved the sinister tone that permeated the story. Whether she gets the job or not, there’s no way this audition is ending well.

    Dancing is a very foreign concept to my body, but I’m sure I can whip up a little tale about it.

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      1. Hmm…that would have been a fun idea.

        Don’t get too attached to that description, though. I just published my story a little while ago, and it went in a very different direction…

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  3. A really well done piece, as per usual! I must say, though, the pole dancing bunny has to be my favorite part of this post, lol. The piece was entrancing and then the spell dissolved into giggles.

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  4. You have a way with words, I particularly like this section of your blog, very inspiring. Your prose is fantastic, I’m looking forward to reading more of your work.

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    1. Thank you, I had quite a vivid picture in my mind so I’m glad it translated! What kind of dance did you do? I did a bit of dance at school, I really miss it, trying to find an adult’s ballet class to join!


      1. I used to do a lot of ballet and modern. I danced in college, too, and only recently let it go. Now, like you, I’m searching for an adult class. It’s kind of hard to find, especially one that fits my schedule. I hope you find one!

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      2. Thank you, I hope you do too! I did find a lovely DVD from the New York City Ballet but it’s more of a fitness thing than a dancing thing, and my floor isn’t quite big enough… ah well, I shall keep searching 🙂


  5. I started off thinking she was a gonner, then thinking that maybe it just wasn’t quite the type of dancing she was hoping for. I still reckon there’s something more sinister going on than a pole-dancing club, though. And of course she didn’t tell anyone where she was going…
    Great descriptions of the scene, and I love the pole-dancing bunny 🙂

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  6. You managed to fit so much in such a short word count. And you made it look effortless. I started to sense where this was going early on but it didn’t distract from the enjoyment I had reading it.

    I am new to your challenge and had my own go at this last night (it’s on my blog). I am hoping it will get me back into good habits with my writing.

    I would love to have a sneak peak in your jar! Or even the opportunity to add to it 😆 I bet your friends love visiting for that reason alone!

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    1. Thank you! I have thought about perhaps getting an address that people can send them to, as it grows I will probably look into doing it… it would be very interesting to see what people come up with! I really hope the lion will help encourage your writing, looking forward to seeing more from you 🙂


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