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Wine and roses
Sketchy Characters – The Lie
Sketchy characters - A lie .....by Artie
Terror in the Attic ~ [Trigger Warning]
Terror in the attic …. by EM Kingston
Before reading, know that there are abuse triggers in this text. If you are easily triggered by stories of abuse, please read carefully. Big hugs 🤗
Eileen was hesitant to open the door leading up to the attic because she was afraid when she got up there she might find…memories that she had suppressed for a very long time. Even the thought of entering the house alone was bad enough, but that attic was somewhere she really never wanted to be again.
When she finally opened the door, all the bad juju that rested in the attic when she left came rushing back into her mind. That was a place of terror for Eileen. Always has been… and always will be.
It was the house that she grew up in, and it wasn’t like she wanted that part of her childhood revisited…
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Truth undefined
“Everything about her was a lie….” His lower lip quivers as he tries to keep his tears in check. I decide to let him embrace his vulnerability for a while, then ask “What was it that you found so disappointing?” “She wants to move abroad and discover newer ways of living. She has no emotional … Continue reading Truth undefined
Toll
She is unperturbed by the report, and it surprises everyone. Cancer does not frighten her. She knows that a few months of treatment will be hard on all.But meeting Death will be a new lease of existence at a different level. The capricious nature of people around her has taken its toll on her. https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2022/02/12/weekend-writing-prompt-248-capricious/
Was it all fake?
Was it all fake? … A very real perspective by Sadje
Her smiling face deceived everyone
Gentleness and care in her every gesture
Agreeing with everyone, pleasant and charming
Never did she asked for anything for herself
Never did she protest an imposition on her time
Inside there was a coil of simmering resentment
Making her angry and dissatisfied with her lot
No one could guess what she truly felt deep inside
For she had schooled her emotions to stay buried
Never to show the world what she thought or felt
Because she sacrificed her true self to please others
Did anyone ever guessed or cared about her sacrifice?
PROMPT #217
The line to stoke your imagination this week is
“Everything about her was a lie….”
Written for RXC # 217, hosted by Reena
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The Fake Life!
The fake life ….. by Radhika
She was a glamourous young actress at the peak of her career. She had name, fame and money.
Her plastic smile, her chiseled body, her empty followers on social media, the many trophies standing in her living room, all seemed so hollow to her.
Looking at herself in the mirror, a repulsive feeling engulfed her. There was nothing about her that was genuine. Her life was fabricated to project a picture of perfection.
She felt everything about her was a lie.
Disgusted with the fakeness of her persona, in the dark of the night, she disappeared without a word to anyone, in search of her true identity!
Reena’s Xploration Challenge: #217 :
“Everything about her was a lie….”
You are free to incorporate the line in your piece, or just use it as a theme.
Growing up
you are like me, but need to remain you watch my direction like hands on your watch walk we both do, so confirms the sidewalk subdued are you, but I do not subdue new are the shapes, funny lengths - but who knew stalking me are you, like a damn long bean stalk gawky teens … Continue reading Growing up
Challenge Posted by dVerse Poets Pub
Your challenge is simply(!):
▪write a sonnet poem of 14 lines and 10 syllables (iambic pentameter is optional extra)
▪choose the Italian, English or French rhyme form
▪start and end each line with the same word (including derivatives and homophones)
▪put ‘shadow’ or its derivative in your title
▪use the notion of shadow as metaphor or reality somewhere in your poem
Shadow Dreaming (A shadow sonnet without the 10 syllable iambic pentameter)
By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris
White and pure as Snow White
Sleeping not gone only sleeping
Upon the frozen tundra she lays upon
Awaken my beauty and I will awaken
Run free with me to the sea where dolphins run
Water glistening against their skin as snow melts into water
Warmth engulfs us sea-life welcomes us with warmth
Transformed from fur the sea our souls transformed
Wolf and woman no more woman…
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The Prettiest Picture
The prettiest picture …..by Susi Bocks
Inspired by Eugenia’s Weekly Prompt – Unison &
Reena’s Exploration Challenge – Everything about her was a lie….
Everything about her was a lie. It’s plain to see plastic surgery had modified every inch of her body to resemble something that didn’t seem human anymore. She was more like a life-size plastic person now.
She claims to like herself. But does she really or only now because of the result? Would the average person who likes themself do all this altering if they did?
The gawkers on the beach walking past the photoshoot yelled inunison, “Hey, Barbie!” Laughing profusely, they continued on their way.
She looked as if she wasn’t sure whether to feel pride or shame.
