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    Tuesday Tales 44!

    Challenge #44

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  • Miranda kate (@PurpleQueenNL) 2:59 pm on June 12, 2012 | # | Reply

    Angela was mortified. Everyone had great parties except her, thanks to her mother, who’d gone round everyone presenting herself as though she was royalty; expecting them to feel privileged. Then she’d started prancing round the place as though she was their age. It was embarrassing. Angela tried to stop her, and that’s when it all went wrong.

    Seeing a grown woman having a tantrum was never pretty, especially when she started throwing stuff. Angela had agreed a good price for the hall, but now she had to pay damages – plus someone almost got hurt when the glitter ball came down.

    100 words (at a squeeze!)

  • S Jayanth 3:24 pm on June 12, 2012 | # | Reply

    Do we care?
    by S Jayanth

    “The poor will treat even the smallest of generous rations as royalties”, Lakshmi said, concerned.

    “Well, what do you want me to do then?”, Raj quickly retorted.

    Lakshmi was upset that the food at Raj’s party was being wasted. She wanted him to show a bit of responsibility by donating it to the poor children in the slum area just a few miles away from their place.

    “Donate!”, she urged.

    “Had vodka and now I’m seeing stars. Will you do that for me, please?”, he replied.

    “Ok. I’ll do it. By the way, it is the disco ball not stars”.

    100 words

  • Robin A 3:25 pm on June 12, 2012 | # | Reply

    Royalty had appeared at the disco tonight. Princess Adriana wanted to dance, so she and her entourage had gone to The Inferno. She was breathtaking in her all black ensemble. It showed off her porcelain skin to its best advantage. The assassin had climbed up to the catwalks at the ceiling and waited for the perfect moment, when she was directly beneath the disco ball, and then he had let it fall. The glittering missile hit the side of her head and brought her to a sitting position on the floor. She would die amongst the sparkling glass shards tonight.

    100 words

  • michelawalters 3:35 pm on June 12, 2012 | # | Reply

    The club was packed with people writhing around in time to the heavy bass beat. When the trio approached the dance floor like royalty, the crowd parted immediately allowing them entrance into their throne room. The disco ball threw off sparkly light, illuminating the girls as they began their mating dance, prowling for tonight’s prey.

    One by one, the men would slither into their tight knit circle, attempting to impress the queen bees of the club. Most were ignored, blocked out by the swish of a hip, but a lucky few would be allowed into their inner sanctum, considered worthy.

    100 words

  • Sheilagh Lee 4:20 pm on June 12, 2012 | # | Reply

    The woman Princess Louisa Alexandria Marie, royalty… heir to the throne of Malova, sat in the middle of the dance floor not drunk, but injured, a disco ball hit her on the head. Someone had tried to assassinate her. It was my job to find the assailant and apprehend them, but how do you apprehend yourself? I looked around for someone else to blame; finding the janitor I dispatched him placing my extra pistol in his hand. I was hailed a hero giving me a chance to try again.
    We are in mourning now; it seems someone killed the Princess.
    100 words

  • Wakefield Mahon 4:40 pm on June 12, 2012 | # | Reply

    Disco is Dead
    By Wakefield Mahon

    Taryn Blakely was music royalty, the “queen of disco”, and she refused to leave. Whenever someone entered the building to evict her, she began her song. They’d start to dance and wake up, dazed and exhausted, outside the club.
    Mary and her brother David walked into the decrepit discotheque and Taryn started her song. David ignored her completely and Mary looked at her with sympathetic eyes. They made it to the center of the room and disconnected the disco ball. Taryn nodded then faded away.
    “So sad,” Mary signed to her brother. “Even without hearing it’s hard not to dance.”
    100 words
    RIP Donna (Disco will never die)

  • Michelle 4:59 pm on June 12, 2012 | # | Reply

    “It’s not funny!” Leah groaned while hanging her head in shame, allowing her long brown hair to fall across her face as she stared down at the floor. The room was dark, but the last thing she wanted was everyone seeing how beet red her cheeks were.

    Nate couldn’t hold back his laugh, but squatted down to reach for his girlfriend’s hand. “You may be dance club royalty, babe, but everyone trips over their own feet now and then.” She glanced up to see him grinning at her. “What matters is who’s there to pick you up when you fall.”

    • S Jayanth 5:18 pm on June 12, 2012 | # | Reply

      100 words

      😀 🙂

      • Michelle 5:32 pm on June 12, 2012 | #

        Thank you! I was coming to add because I just realize I forgot. LOL 🙂

  • Sisifo 5:20 pm on June 12, 2012 | # | Reply

    Stephanie wanted her daddy to buy a real one, thus making her a shoo-in for prom royalty, but everyone liked Cara’s idea: a styrofoam ball covered with sequins. It would sparkle and nobody would know.
    Cara could feel Stephanie watching her. She didn’t understand why Steph was so upset.
    As the faux disco ball fell from the ceiling just above Cara’s head, Stephanie didn’t expect Mike to shove past her as he ran to protect Cara.
    “Thanks, Mike. I’m alright. It was pretty light.”
    Mike nodded.
    “Good call on the sequins.”
    Cara blushed. Stephanie fumed.

    95 words

  • burntcore 6:07 pm on June 12, 2012 | # | Reply

    Title: Vodka for Dummies

    As I cracked my eyelids open, my eyes were blinded by the light of a thousand suns. I groaned, rolling over and squeezing my eyes shut.

    “Rise and shine.”

    I grumbled and burrowed farther into the bed.

    Rhys’ voice rumbled with laughter. “You can’t stay in bed all day.”

    “Yes, I can. I’m royalty, damn it. Should be good for something,” I croaked into my pillow.

    Rhys continued to chuckle as he poured a glass of water from the stand by our bed. “No matter how blue your blood may be, too much alcohol affects you just like everyone else.”

    100 Words

  • @MADINA_SG 7:14 pm on June 12, 2012 | # | Reply

    Princess Thamina spun the glitter ball flashing back to memories of those royalty days. “Do you remember, Arman?” He smiled and tugged her towards him. She hugged him tighter while they swayed in harmony to the silent music of their hearts.
    What once used to be a ballroom that flowed with music and laughter was now filled with emptiness and gloom.
    “I will make your dream alive again, Thamina. Even if its the last thing I do. I will not allow Prince Roderick victory!” Arman shouted as his voice echoed through the hollow room.
    Thamina suddenly felt his spirit awaken.

    100 words

  • Afsaneh K (@Afsaneh_Dreams) 7:31 pm on June 12, 2012 | # | Reply

    She was mid-spin when he pushed her out of the way, just before the disco ball teetered and fell.
    She said nothing as he pulled her up. Didn’t even wince when he accidentally touched the graze on her arm.
    “Couples 5 and 34 – disqualified!” declared the organizer.
    Their partners took no notice. Instead, they approached the announcer, blaming the negligent set-up for the break in both dances.
    Forgetting about the sponsored dance-marathon and the winners’ royalties sat in the polished display, he asked if she was okay.
    “Nothing fatal,” she laughed.
    His hand was still on her arm. “I’m Ben.”

    100 words


  • Jeffrey Hollar 7:48 pm on June 12, 2012 | # | Reply

    Sparkling Princess Dreams

    As a young girl, Bridget dreamed she was a princess. Evil forces sought to kill all the royalty, so she’d been hidden away amongst the peasants.

    By age 23, she was a sad, dissolute woman of no consequence. Days were spent serving greasy diner fare. Nights were characterized by cheap drinks and frenzied dancing at a disco that refused to die.

    The night the glittering ball broke free and hammered her to the dance floor provided Bridget her long-awaited rescue. Freed from her peasant existence by the resulting coma, she’d never need to leave her wondrous magical kingdom ever again.

    100 words @klingorengi

  • Wende G 8:16 pm on June 12, 2012 | # | Reply


    “I know they say you should dance like no one is watching, but someone needs to get that girl a mirror. I’m not sure WHAT that is, but it’s not dancing.”

    “I don’t know, I find it entertaining.”

    “ENTERTAINING? She is flailing about like a fish out of water. Flop twist here, splat wiggle there.”

    “Yeah, but look at the trail of destruction she left behind her. She mowed down the disco queens and self-proclaimed night club royalty. She deserves an F5 classification in trash removal.”

    “Good point, graceful she is not, but I’ll give her an E for Effectiveness.”

    100 words

  • Dee 8:25 pm on June 12, 2012 | # | Reply

    Princess Larissa cowered inside her prison, bruised and whimpering. When the fleshy entity descended on her world, the sky flexed, and she waited to be crushed.

    But the framework held.

    The sphere, with its hours of darkness alternating with the torture of bright lights and cacophanous din, was familiar. She was royalty. She could tolerate it. But the crash and roll almost killed her, and now life was all earthquakes and motion, pain and nausea.

    She struggled over to her mattress, thrown sideways. Pulling with all her strength, she managed to straighten it. Lying down, she awaited the next torture.

    100 words

  • Alissa 8:28 pm on June 12, 2012 | # | Reply

    How hard is it to hang a disco ball? I give up. I have been defeated by my lack of drywall nails. Or something.

    I’m still sulking when Brian turns off the lights and shines the spotlight at the ball on the floor. “See! It still works! You’re all sparkly!”

    “Please, Brian, it is so not cool to have it on the floor. Where will people dance?”

    “Arianna, tonight is your night. You will be treated like royalty. Everything you want at your fingertips. Starting now. I’ll head over to the hardware store. I’m sure they’ll know what to do.”

    100 words

  • LupusAnthropos 9:52 pm on June 12, 2012 | # | Reply

    This was no “Disco Inferno” – quite the opposite. All the elite were present and everyone was decked out in as much splendour as possible, whether in true opulence or costume jewelry.

    The mirror ball that had, at one time, fallen to the ground and shattered was whole again, hanging from the ceiling, spinning and reflecting as brightly as ever.

    Everyone stood in anticipation and Maurice and Andy stepped towards the doorway as the DJ cued up the song, “I Started a Joke.”

    “Ladies and gentlemen, please join me in extending a heartfelt welcome to another member of royalty, Robin Gibb.”

    100 Words

  • J. Whitworth Hazzard 9:59 pm on June 12, 2012 | # | Reply


    They laughed while I cried. Sitting here on the dance floor, with ripped hose and running mascara, I realized that I’m terrible at breaking up. My six-margarita solution wasn’t cute anymore at 29. I didn’t ask him to treat me like royalty, but is some fucking kindness too much to ask for?

    “Can I help you up?”

    His voice was gentle and familiar, a life preserver in this sea of bitches and douchebags. I recognized him instantly. Fifteen years ago, I hugged him goodbye when he left for medical school.

    Who knew Dr. Charming made house calls to nightclubs?

    100 words

  • Bob Mahone 12:26 am on June 13, 2012 | # | Reply

    The commitment level and energy, Ariah put into the launch of the Metropole as Chelsea’s newest and most fabulous disco was, “to the point of utter exhaustion.” Some might say she deserves a royalty check for the jingo that brought all five boroughs out to dance again. But Ariah’s reward, from her labor of love, was the dancing-room only excitement that poured out onto 20th street, even after the bar sold out, the sun came up, and Ariah herself plopped pooped onto the dance floor. Serendipitously, just in time to catch the disco ball, whose support had also given out.

    100 words.

  • Christina Darling 12:26 am on June 13, 2012 | # | Reply

    The night I met you, I wanted to be free. I wanted to dance alone and feel like myself again.

    You asked me to dance, but I ignored you as I let the crowd swallow me. Minutes later you were back, and you asked, “If you could have anything in the world, what would it be?” I pointed above us, and you walked away.

    After the lights came on, you found me. You set the disco ball down at my feet like I was royalty. I slumped down and wept.

    I knew that canceling my wedding was the right choice.

    100 Words

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