A crimson spiral swirls and spins. This way and that way it goes, and my eyes follow. It looks like a top, revolving in seemingly endless motion that's only a trick of the eye. It stops, at last, inches before my face. The dancer that floats upon it gives me a quick wink before swiveling and zipping away once more. She's locked me into a trance, and I can only wait and see what comes next in her intricate dance. She leaps into the air, bows until her nose is touching the arch of her foot, then jumps again. She bounces like a ball let loose on a court. The music grows and swells and she moves faster and faster and faster. If she continues, she'll break the sound barrier. Suddenly, the room is silent. She's stopped on a dime, her leg a kickstand barely holding her where she is and her arms thrown up into an elegant v-shape of a flourish. Making eye contact with me, she smiles as she dips into a deep bow and prances off the stage.
After the lights came on, the audience around me filed out into the front atrium row by row. I tapped my foot with impatience. I couldn't wait to see the dancers up close, to compliment them on a job well done. It's nice to stand, at least, as the performance had enamored me so I hadn't dared to even shift in my seat.
I started this the other day as a "cure" for writer's block on the marauder's story... it helped, but there's definitely more to come.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
A random compliation of my writing
AcakOKAY so this book has a new purpose as basically whatever creative writing stuff I wanna share, kinda like a public journal. It will not consistently update, and its gonna be realllllllllllllllllllly random but hey that's how my mind works XD.
