Creative Writing: The Saturday Night Fever Troll Scuffle
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
The Saturday Night Fever Troll Scuffle
His name was Barry Smells Plenty for obvious reason, and he decided not to kill me at least not yet. He’d rather waddle around kicking me in the chin dressed in . . . wow. Can you say time warp? Barry wore a cheesy white bellbottomed suit that was identical to the one John Travolta wore in the movie Saturday Night Fever. He stamped out a kick-ball-chain next to my bed waking me up with another glossy leather loafer to the chin. “Let’s go, dummy! Get on the dance floor and ring my bell!” “Ouch!” I protested. The troll even lunged like a disco dancer with his legs spread apart and his finger pointed toward the sky. I kept waiting for a mirrored disco ball to slide into place instead, Barry clamped his hand around my mouth. I staggered, trying …show more content…
“Why don’t we just swim over?” The two wrangled back and forth for hours, threatening a knock down drag out battle. But, in the end, they agreed to cross the wharf to a short pier and dash around it to the other side. Then scramble up the steep rocky slope and enter through the back of the lighthouse. I crept along behind Baby Huey and Disco Dan and watched as their plan unfold. It would have worked like a charm, except for one itty-bitty detail that hadn’t considered—the woman lounging inside on weathered blocks of stones. Actually, they weren’t really women, they weren’t even human. Their long, shiny red hair wafted too perfectly behind them without any wind. Their faces too flawless—beautiful in a severe sort of way, like figurines— mythic and utterly indifferent. They swished their blue-scaled tails pail as the summer sky and started to sing, voices harsh and smooth, like waves of pebbles and sway and I stopped worrying about what they were. In fact, I wasn’t thinking about anything at all, except how to keep time with their hypnotic chants. I sway like a ship at sea, slow dancing in a daze until the music
The Saturday Night Fever Troll Scuffle
His name was Barry Smells Plenty for obvious reason, and he decided not to kill me at least not yet. He’d rather waddle around kicking me in the chin dressed in . . . wow. Can you say time warp? Barry wore a cheesy white bellbottomed suit that was identical to the one John Travolta wore in the movie Saturday Night Fever. He stamped out a kick-ball-chain next to my bed waking me up with another glossy leather loafer to the chin. “Let’s go, dummy! Get on the dance floor and ring my bell!” “Ouch!” I protested. The troll even lunged like a disco dancer with his legs spread apart and his finger pointed toward the sky. I kept waiting for a mirrored disco ball to slide into place instead, Barry clamped his hand around my mouth. I staggered, trying …show more content…
“Why don’t we just swim over?” The two wrangled back and forth for hours, threatening a knock down drag out battle. But, in the end, they agreed to cross the wharf to a short pier and dash around it to the other side. Then scramble up the steep rocky slope and enter through the back of the lighthouse. I crept along behind Baby Huey and Disco Dan and watched as their plan unfold. It would have worked like a charm, except for one itty-bitty detail that hadn’t considered—the woman lounging inside on weathered blocks of stones. Actually, they weren’t really women, they weren’t even human. Their long, shiny red hair wafted too perfectly behind them without any wind. Their faces too flawless—beautiful in a severe sort of way, like figurines— mythic and utterly indifferent. They swished their blue-scaled tails pail as the summer sky and started to sing, voices harsh and smooth, like waves of pebbles and sway and I stopped worrying about what they were. In fact, I wasn’t thinking about anything at all, except how to keep time with their hypnotic chants. I sway like a ship at sea, slow dancing in a daze until the music