"Everybody has a secret world inside of them. All of the people of the world, I mean everybody. No matter how dull and boring they are on the outside, inside them they've all got unimaginable, magnificent, wonderful, stupid, amazing worlds. Not just one world. Hundreds of them. Thousands maybe" ~ Neil Gaiman (A Game of You)


Dancing Queen

I don't go to clubs to meet men.  I go because the music calls me, because it sings to my soul.

I know I've always been periapt at dancing.  I just have to move when I hear that beat, beat, beat.  I start with my booty, 'cause I got plenty of junk in the trunk, and I know where to put the focus.  I ain't never been no big boob kinda girl.  I start out rocking my hips a little bit.  My hips are full, woman hips, lay down your worries here and rest, child-bearing hips.  They're mesmerizing, like a hypnotist's watch.  Then, if the music picks up, I put a little more kick into it, a little snap.  And when I hear a song with a little Latin flavor, I let go and really shake it, til it's a shimmering blur of motion.

I really start to feel good once I've had a couple of drinks.  Not a couple of beers, because that's low class, but maybe a couple of those pretty little daiquiris.  Then, I'll put my hands on my knees and swing my head around, back and forth, get my hair whipping around my face.  And if I get going fast enough, it feels like I'm a little girl on the swings again, you know, when you lean your head back as far as you can go, then pull it up again to feel the blood rush to your face, and you feel all dizzy.

I put my hands in the air, wave them back and forth.  Add a little bit of shoulders, but not too much, like I said, I ain't no big boob girl.  Sometimes I'll close my eyes and just feel the rhythm move through me.  Then, I'll look up and see the ball spinning above me, shooting stars all around the room, and I'll think I'm on another planet, in another universe, flying somewhere through space where I don't have to worry about rent being late or the lights being turned off or somebody's tiny little mouth waiting to be fed.

I stay there all night long, embrangled with all those other hot, sweaty, writhing bodies who are just like me, who feel the music just like me.  I stay there until the DJ stops, and the lights go up, and I put on my coat and go home.

This week's prompt:

Use one or more of these words  in your story (but resist the temptation to look them up first!)
  • Periapt
  • Vilipend
  • Embrangle

To play along, visit Write Anything's [Fiction] Friday here.


Shelli said...

Haha! I was way off with periapt. It actually means an amulet. I got embrangled pretty much right, though. It means to embroil or entangle. And vilipend, which I didn't use, means to regard or treat as of little value or account.

Anonymous said...

Either way it gave plenty of description. Part of me really wants to go dancing now. The other part is too tired after reading about this girl going at it. I may need a nap. :) Good job Shelli!

CathrynLouis said...

Liked the story - at least she has an escape.

John Pender said...

Your use of the first person point of view made this story. Nice job.

Nikki~Down syndrome Storyteller said...

I LOVE this one. Very soulful, and by that I mean I could really feel her soul, thoughts, and passion. VERY well done.

Shelli said...

Carrie, thank you very much.

Thanks, Cathryn.

John, thanks, I found the first person worked better than dialogue here, too.

Nikki -- thanks so much! I was playing around with voice on this, and I think I captured it well. I'm so glad you liked it. :)

Stacey said...

I adore the rhythm you put in the first paragraph, I agree it had a lot of soul, I could hear music and almost feel the way she moved. Great descriptions, you set a wonderful mood!

Cathryn Grant said...

Wow, Shelli. This is excellent. I agree that I could really feel her soul with a very strong voice. You did a great job capturing the feeling of escape.

I like that it's so short, yet packs so much vivid detail and an emotional twist.

Renee said...

I was so into your story I did not even realize there were words that I did not know the meaning of. It took me back to when I was young...oh how i loved to is how I feel when I dance. Our whole famly used to dance ~ my mom would come to visit and we would be dancing around the house...doing the two step. I miss dancing...sigh....
This took me right back to my high school days :) Loved it.

Shelli said...

Stacey, thank you so much!

Cathryn -- Thank you! See, you inspired me. Your blog post made me dig deeper with voice this time.

Renee -- I feel the same way when I'm dancing. I'm so glad you enjoyed the story.

SP Sipal said...

Very nice. Yes, you did capture the voice very well. Also, nice sense of rhythm.

Shelli said...

Thank you, SP, and welcome to my blog! I appreciate your visit.

Icy Sedgwick said...

This is one of the most vivid descriptions I've ever come across about dancing! Lots of feeling and passion in there, as well as straight description. Good stuff!

Shelli said...

Thank you, Icy!

Anonymous said...

I absolutely love the first two lines of this. The rest is great too, but those two lines are just fab.

Shelli said...

Newt -- (I've been dying to shorten your name to this; it's meant affectionately, I hope you don't mind!) Thank you so much! I'm glad the opening caught your attention. I think it sets up the rest of the story well, takes us past the initial judgment we might make if we saw her dancing at the clubs.