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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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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.

https://dversepoets.com/

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…

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.

Everything about her was a lie…. in fact, I am not even sure that she was actually a woman.  We met online on a dating site called American Singles and we hit it off.  I trusted her, but I was naïve at the time, and I wanted somebody in my life after I left my marriage.  I was the double dotted type of naïve, as I had been with my wife before the internet was invented and I had no idea that I should not trust strangers, as I saw goodness in everyone.  I had not read Machiavelli’s Prince, so I didn’t know that “Its better to be feared than to be loved, if one cannot be both”, and his other bit of wisdom, “Safer is better, too, because you won’t have to watch your back as much.”  I was a trusting soul, and I had no idea that someone would be trying…

Marissa is your typical happy and successful middle-aged woman.

She was in a violent relationship for 10 years. Violence or abuse happened after the first year of their marriage. Initially, it was like, she would not be allowed to go out of the house except if she is accompanied by her husband or whenever she will do a family errand. On that case her husband would closely monitor her calling her all the time until she is home.

Control was the first sign of abuse.

When you are in an abusive relationship for so long, you lose your identity. You believe in the lies you were told. You don’t believe in your ability to live independently. You don’t get much sense of freedom, and on most occasions, you learn to live with it and deal with it quietly for there is nothing much you can do about the situation.

Such…

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For the visually challenged reader, the image shows a black chalk board with a caption, “Before I die” on the top. Below are slots where people can write their opinions.

The life coach stood in front of the group. He had given this speech many times before. He needed to make each person identify their goals.  That required that they knew not only what they wanted, but how to reach their goal. He always started with the group bucket list. This group activity opened the eyes of his clients to more possibilities than they could imagine.

This was their first meeting. It was the first time he had ever worked with this type of group. Behind him sat thirty, terminally ill cancer patients. He wasn’t sure how much time…

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Cynthia held on to the feeling of grief for a few minutes more till it was reflected on her face. The eyes were swimming with unshed tears, and her face told the story of a tragedy.

“Cut, and that’s a wrap” , the director yell, and she walked towards her trailer. She still bore the persona of a girl who was suffering from deep grief. It was a part of her talent and also a curse. She would immerse herself so fully in the character she was playing that it took her some time to snap out of it.

The assistant director knocked on the door of the trailer before coming in. “You were as usual excellent Cyn! The director wants to shoot the party scene today too as we would be traveling to Italy for the next shoot. Are you ready for it?”

She thought for a…