Cirque de Whispers

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tive lights from the ground ride drew to an end and the pair made their way tardily to the circus show in the large white drapy tent which Ned had kindly included in the entry tickets on the other side of the Christmas amusement event.“Welcome — to the London Circus Orbital Ring!” the host announced, as sirens blasted and the packed audience erupted in mighty applause in the darkened ring.“Who’s ready to have a good tiiiime?” the host bellowed back, causing an even greater ground-shaking cheer.“Tonight, prepare to be blown away by the motorbike circle ball of death show and the mighty, the mighty cirque des animaux! Soooo get ccccomfortable in your seats, and ENJOY. THE. SHOWWWWW!”Instantly, a magnificent, perforated metal sphere emerged forwards along the sliding stage floor like a mystical cage for the unknown in bright, yellow spotlights. Daring and die hard metal music began to sound the place until one motorbike rider appeared, covered in white safety gear from head to toe! He posed and he loitered for a moment, stirring the palpable anticipation in the room. He rode into the sphere, looked to either end of

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the audience ahead and began riding across the sphere like a giant hamster in a wheel as the door closed behind him. Another motorbike rider appeared and like the first, rode into the sphere and began riding diagonally this time across the sphere, both whizzing around like comets fading ever closer out of view so that there appeared to not be people in there at all.“Woah,” Ned and Naomi communicated with their eyes facing each other.Suddenly, the flashing lights dimmed slowly to almost bare, pitch black darkness. A puff of smoke submerged the stage and the perforated sphere vanished out of the thin air. Naomi squinted her eyes as if to see some working of amateur magic or puppetry or audience deception. Nothing of that sort gave way. The rumble of the drum sticks erupted bringing an end to the opaque solitude they had momentarily endured. With a loud bang of the drum, the stage lights beamed yellow and gave light to a display of circus animals.“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Ned laughed. “Is that racoon wearing a thong?”© Mabel OsejinduThank you for reading! Like and subscribe!</article></body>

Cirque de Whispers

The winter wonderland lights glistened from the towering view of the top coach of the giant ferris observation wheel and engulfed the darkness in Naomi’s frozen and bleak heart. She gazed at them in wonder of its emulsifying power and the warmth that formed within her.

“What a view eh?” Ned asked, noticing Naomi’s awe-gapped posture.

“It’s simply beautiful,” she chuckled back, peering close to the limpid coach edge, like a child would await for the first sign of fireworks on bonfire night from their bedside window sill.

“Like you,” Ned whispered, inaudibly under his breath; his eyes fixed on her as she continued peering at the heights.

He loved the way her hair frolicked down the side of her face and the curved detail to the phitnum above her upper lip.

“What sorry?” Naomi slowly turned to him to utter.

“Oh nothing,” Ned brashly replied.

The spectacle of the festive lights from the ground ride drew to an end and the pair made their way tardily to the circus show in the large white drapy tent which Ned had kindly included in the entry tickets on the other side of the Christmas amusement event.

“Welcome — to the London Circus Orbital Ring!” the host announced, as sirens blasted and the packed audience erupted in mighty applause in the darkened ring.

“Who’s ready to have a good tiiiime?” the host bellowed back, causing an even greater ground-shaking cheer.

“Tonight, prepare to be blown away by the motorbike circle ball of death show and the mighty, the mighty cirque des animaux! Soooo get ccccomfortable in your seats, and ENJOY. THE. SHOWWWWW!”

Instantly, a magnificent, perforated metal sphere emerged forwards along the sliding stage floor like a mystical cage for the unknown in bright, yellow spotlights. Daring and die hard metal music began to sound the place until one motorbike rider appeared, covered in white safety gear from head to toe! He posed and he loitered for a moment, stirring the palpable anticipation in the room. He rode into the sphere, looked to either end of the audience ahead and began riding across the sphere like a giant hamster in a wheel as the door closed behind him. Another motorbike rider appeared and like the first, rode into the sphere and began riding diagonally this time across the sphere, both whizzing around like comets fading ever closer out of view so that there appeared to not be people in there at all.

“Woah,” Ned and Naomi communicated with their eyes facing each other.

Suddenly, the flashing lights dimmed slowly to almost bare, pitch black darkness. A puff of smoke submerged the stage and the perforated sphere vanished out of the thin air. Naomi squinted her eyes as if to see some working of amateur magic or puppetry or audience deception. Nothing of that sort gave way. The rumble of the drum sticks erupted bringing an end to the opaque solitude they had momentarily endured. With a loud bang of the drum, the stage lights beamed yellow and gave light to a display of circus animals.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Ned laughed. “Is that racoon wearing a thong?”

Thank you for reading! Like and subscribe!