Carnival Dancer by PompaElite
via Thursday Tales
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IT IS well past midnight, the last of the revellers have long gone home and the staff at the carnival grounds has retired for the much-needed rest before another gruelling day. The rides have fallen uncharacteristically silent; the electricity supply to them cut off for the night. A strange stillness envelopes the place. Nobody knows it but, powered by an even more potent force, soon the horses in the carousel will give a loud neigh, rear up their heads and start their nightly merry-go-round. As the world sleeps unaware, it is time for the resident Carnival Spirit to come out and play.
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November 6, 2010 at 8:04 PM
Jingle
time for fun,
a tale well done.
November 7, 2010 at 8:04 AM
Write Girl
I really enjoyed this story…I love how the carnival comes to life when no one is watching. Lovely and creative story here!
November 7, 2010 at 10:24 PM
Judy Roney
I had a surprise, a little fear and a laugh reading this work.
What an imaginative peace. I enjoyed going into that silent carnival life after hours which I had never thought about before.