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Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Behind the Curtain Flash Fiction Contest Entry
Welcome one and all to my continued efforts with Submit-O-Rama and my contest entry for the Behind The Curtain Flash Fiction Contest. So far, I'm on track with submitting once a day and today's no different. So, without further ado, I give you today's submission: my entry to the contest. Enjoy!
Behind the Curtain
The theater is
filled with fog. It spills out across the stage, falls down into the
orchestra and reaches out across the seats until every thing is
cloaked in mist. The dancers pirouette in perfect unison, graceful
limbs eerily white against glittering costumes.
They are too far
away to get a good look at their faces, painted like porcelain dolls.
But I watch them move, bending and twisting to the music. It seems
impossible, such graceful dancers, their movements so in sync.
The music is as
ephemeral as the fog, creeping through the dark theater, filling my
ears. It circles the dancers like a nest of serpents.
At the end of the
show, applause erupts from the audience as though they just woke up
and found themselves standing and clapping. I stay behind when they
leave, flattening myself against the ground and crawling beneath the
seats as the janitors start cleaning up.
I climb down into
the orchestra pit, pushing against the big black door that leads
backstage.
The musicians are
gathered on the other side, clutching their instruments in skeletal
hands, blank featureless faces staring at one another despite their
lack of eyes, as though chatting after the big show.
I creep past,
staring back at them in fear, but they don't seem to notice me. I
should leave now, but I have to see the dancers. I want to know how
they can move so beautifully, in such perfect unison.
I find them behind
the curtain, just off stage. They stand motionless, as still as the
furniture around them. I approach, despite the hairs raising on my
arms, and gently tap a dancer's alabaster arm.
She doesn't move,
doesn't flinch, her flesh icy cold. I come around to peer at her
face, but there isn't one. Her make up wasn't done up to look like a
doll. She is one. They all are. And on their limbs are thousands of
delicate strings, disappearing up into the rafters.
I turn and leave as
quickly as I can, anxious to avoid meeting their puppet master. I
don't breathe until I'm safely outside in the fresh air, striding
away. I don't look back and I never return.
It's never a good
idea to peek behind the curtain.
Contest entry details and other entries can be found below. And as always, your feedback is always appreciated in the comments section below.
Contest details:
I have included an inspiration board on Pinterest: Behind the Curtain. You are not required to use an image there, but I do encourage you to do so. If one does inspire you, please include it in your entry.
Your stories may be up to 400 words, but don't let that fool you. BREVITY is the soul of wit. Only include those words that allow you to tell a powerful story.
The contest opens at midnight EST on Oct 2 and continues till Midnight Saturday, October 13. That's less than 11 days, better get started.
Post your story on your blog and link up through the tool below. Be sure to include the appropriate code so people can read through the other entries from your blog. Read the other entries and comment - writers love the feedback.
Only a few other rules.
No fan fiction - original worlds only. No erotica - seduction and sex is fine, but graphic descriptions should not be the focus of the story ----
I love how you took us on a journey with your character. It was a frightening realization at the end, but I loved how the ending line pulled it all together. :)
Great job Melanie..Really creepy and atmospheric.. :)P):)
ReplyDeleteReally well done! Very creepy...the narrator is lucky he got away! Spooky descriptions. I really enjoyed this.
ReplyDeleteWonderful story! Loved it!
ReplyDeleteWOW! Fiction or life? Excellent.
DeleteOh so eerie, not a performance I would attend if I could help it! Some wonderful visuals Melanie!
ReplyDeleteThank you all so much for your kind words!! Greatly appreciated!!
ReplyDeleteI love how you took us on a journey with your character. It was a frightening realization at the end, but I loved how the ending line pulled it all together. :)
ReplyDeleteSpooky - loved it :)
ReplyDeleteEerie! I could almost feel their cold, alabaster arms and see their dead eyes. Your last line sent chills down my back. Well done : )
ReplyDeleteTheatre of the dolls, well done. Thank you for entering!
ReplyDeleteI love your unique take on the prompt. It was an unexpected creeeeeepy twist. :)
ReplyDeleteWell that was unexpected indeed! Beautiful :)
ReplyDeleteErgh... I'm picturing their freaky doll faces now. Creepy!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! Wickedly creepy imagery and elegant language. Loved it!
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