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Masquerade
Poetry or Prose anything goes... til the clock strikes Midnight
Ended January 31, 2018 • 48 Entries • Created by Mavia
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Masquerade
Poetry or Prose anything goes... til the clock strikes Midnight
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IvyBee in Flash Fiction

masquerade

ebony stars in a sable sky

wet my weary eyes 

i long for you

my crimson dove

to brighten my world again 

before you all was blues and greens

violet petals and sun

but since we met

my turncoat heart

bleeds black when you are gone

continue, wretched masquerade

char me through the wait

secret hearts

lovers' arts

a path of glass we tread

torrid, our sequestered love

clawing at my soul

senseless fears

bleeding tears

till tender lips console

i long to rip the veil, proclaim!

true hearts for all to see

two souls shine

ending repine

masquerade fading...to memory

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Masquerade
Poetry or Prose anything goes... til the clock strikes Midnight
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hometown in Flash Fiction

Child

The child lies behind the mask

holding onto a silver flask,

She fears revealing light

as she hides in the warm night,

The stars cry golden tears

they want to take her from her fears,

Midnight approaches quick

the mask shatters on the brick,

Fractured glass glides

nowhere for the child to hide,

Her problems on display for all

she had no place in this ball.

Challenge
Masquerade
Poetry or Prose anything goes... til the clock strikes Midnight
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Short Stories Collection
Chapter 3 of 31
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anarosewood
Cover image for post At the ball, by anarosewood
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Short Stories Collection
Chapter 3 of 31
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anarosewood

At the ball

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The mask looks good, a little crooked to the right... just need to straighten it up.

Hmm, perfect. She looks in the big mirror and admires her reflection. Her long brown curls cascading down her back. Just a little of it pinned up, to give her a more fierce look. She looks at herself from different sides and straitens her dark blue, velvet dress. The thin material fitting her lean figure perfectly.

This should do, she thinks to herself and smiles.

She leaves the impressive hall and steps into the grand ballroom. Lights and guests spread everywhere. She gazes calmly around. Smiles and laughter filling the enormous room.

I wonder if any of those smiles are real, authentic - she thinks, at the same time staring at at the colorful masks. Deciding the masquerade is a success. No one could really guess the identities of those honorable guests... some of them just actors, playing their role for the audience. But she knows who they are and what they are capable of.

And most of all, she knows what will happen tonight.What will happen just before the clock strikes midnight... She smiles pleasantly and picks up a glass of champagne from a tray. Nodding at the handsome waiter. He nods back and sends her a signal.

Her smile turns darker. It's time.

Let the party begin.

She takes a sip of the champagne, enjoying the little bubbles that tickle her throat and starts to walk into the crowd. Well, my fellow actors, this lovely play is about to have a different finish than expected. The lights dim slightly and the music starts to play.

An Orchestra starting a Walts. How classy... She looks to the sides, as a hand touches

her shoulder. Her mouth twitches as she recognizes the man behind the mask.

Well finally, I was just going to start without you...

You didn't think I was going to let you have all the fun, would you now?

They stare at each other in a moment of silence and then start to dance with soft grace, spinning around a stage full of false actors. Ready to take over this play. Prepared for an entirely different ending. The music carries gentle sounds of another song starting... the clock finally striking twelve... it's time.

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Masquerade
Poetry or Prose anything goes... til the clock strikes Midnight
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MayaSkye in Flash Fiction

Masquerade for One

At home, alone, she removed her mask

And tore away her pretty basque.

Revealing bone and empty eyes

Her ribs, her skull, her pearly guise.

And then, lovely as a child's prayer

A melody caressed the air.

Absently she hummed along

And smiled sincerely, the mask now gone.

Stepping down from off the shelf

Her heart began to sway

"May I have this dance" she asked herself

And so, she waltzed the night away.

Challenge
Masquerade
Poetry or Prose anything goes... til the clock strikes Midnight
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JessicaJohnson in Flash Fiction

The Extraction

In a suit tailored of multicolored cloth,

His unmasked presence prompted many to scoff

At the masquerade ball, where drink flowed in plenty.

Yet, with his pipe in hand, he won over many.

Politicians, they flocked, pores seeping petty lies

As each lyrical tune played heightened their pride.

Corruption and greed swirled in excess to the rhythm

As masks and inebriated stances blurred their vision.

Chasing tunes in staggered steps, they followed him out.

This colorful man, pipe in hand, held corruption en route

From the keep to the river, they stumbled in one by one.

The Pied Piper's sole pipe left to mark what he'd done.

Bloated bodies clogged the river, masked rats tossed about,

All, fear the Pied Piper lest he draw you out!

#poetry #horror #masquerade #piedpiper

*image courtesy of photobucket

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Masquerade
Poetry or Prose anything goes... til the clock strikes Midnight
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Jfa03 in Flash Fiction

Opportunity

My ńame is Doctor Samuel Jabar. I am contacting you regarding a sum left to you in the amount of $150,000 US dollars. Unfortunatly their is a frozen on the account. Please send $300 in Amazon or Visa gift cards to the suplied adress to defrost the account an recieve your monies.

Thank you and cogradulazions on your new welsh.

Doctor Samson Jabar M.D

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Masquerade
Poetry or Prose anything goes... til the clock strikes Midnight
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Poetry
Chapter 3 of 9
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voiceinthewind

Would you care to Dance?

Would you care to dance?

I love the mask you are wearing

It looks so amazing

It jump starts my imagination

I want to examine it, your mask

all the intricate details captivate me

You have used it effectively to capture my attention

Now I want you to take it off

I want to see the real you

Are you afraid to take off your mask?

Are you afraid I wont find your real face as beautiful?

Will I recoil in horror when I find out who you really are?

Do you like my mask?

I put it on just for you

Does the mask I wear impress you?

Do you like all the intricate details I've carved into my mask?

Have I used it effectively to capture your attention?

Do you want me to take it off?

I can't wear my mask forever

Would you think my real face is just as beautiful?

The dance is just about over

You've been a delightful partner

When I take off my mask

will you recoil in horror when you find out who I really am?

Challenge
Masquerade
Poetry or Prose anything goes... til the clock strikes Midnight
Cover image for post I've Seen the Moon Before, by wood
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wood in Flash Fiction

I’ve Seen the Moon Before

See east of the sun and west of the twenty seventeen's moon

It's twenty eighteen.

Challenge
Masquerade
Poetry or Prose anything goes... til the clock strikes Midnight
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rosie1408 in Flash Fiction

Voices Without Faces.

Dancing With Unknown People.

Threats Without Results.

Mocking Sneers Hidden Behind Masks.

Challenge
Masquerade
Poetry or Prose anything goes... til the clock strikes Midnight
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sneubauer in Flash Fiction

I'm always hiding

behind some mask.

Moulded as a happy smirk,

Hiding a sad soul.

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