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A Challenge of Inspiration III
Use the phrases below in a unique story or poem which begs a rejoinder of some kind from other Prosers. (Credit: Dr;) Responses need not be entered directly into the challenge--feel free to compose your response as a regular post, then put a link to it in the comments of the original piece so we can all find it. One winning original entry and one winning response entry will be blessed with a life-changing $10 prize! Breathe. Just breathe. ______________Here are your challenge phrases: _______________ Feeding frenzy, really pisses me off, juggernaut, various insecurities, popular fallacies, trapping perfection, run red, nothing good can come of this, created from the depths, this damned chair, between time and tears. ____Bon chance, mes amis!
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La Vie en Rose (Part Deux)

continued from DanPhantom123 entry to Challenge:

https://www.theprose.com/post/747938/la-vie-en-rose

"Pearl! Pearl Marsh? Pearl Marsh!!....."

The waving of arms and clanging of bracelets interrupts an otherwise brilliantly lit plasticated 2D set. Molded for TV to look desirably enterable like its having Space nonrepresentational. Take Abstract art and stir it with Baroque, totally Mod Pod.

"Is there a problem?" Marquis does not have Time for retakes or does she? She places languid arm, now tentacle extension, across our Actress's shoulder and spins her, facing.

Cynthia flashes her pearls distraught and twiddles with trinkets. "No-- No. Of course, there is not--"

Nox persists having not quelled his hots and wanting to push through on mission attainable. Marching in red pants:

"Telephone for a Pearl Marsh!!"

Director Marquis makes fatal flaux pas asking the crucial: "WHO is IT?!"

"Frieda for Pearl Marsh, ma'am." Obsequiousness knows no bounds.

"GET OUT--"

Our Heroine squeals like wheels on grease wouldn't do and makes beeline for dressing room removing garments of white and sequin that give the whole rainbow envy.

"Merd jamais si fou! Cut!" is the order and all cameras are cut! and scalding beverages are served. Over iced in very thin cups that sweat profusely adding to confusion of whose is whose, and where to put what leaky obstacle.

Door to trailer has been hermetically sealed. Icon Cynthia conferences with Pearl and Frieda. Red lips running into cold creme, between time and tears, wiping down to bare skin in this damned chair.

"Hullo? hallo?!" from the depths.

"Nothing good can come of this."

...Brendan and Sadie with ears pressed to the aluminum trailer must only shrug. It's time to walk away before getting caught up in sideline gossip column.

A contract is breached, signed and dated.

The confidence was Real. She emerged; bowl of saran wrapped fruit in outstretched arms. 

Sadie Novak received these with grateful tears and relief that nothing had rotted after all. Miss America had nothing to show in comparison neither in Talent nor Interview for many years after.

Ta da was waved to all the yessh men and women. The feeding was over. She could finally pee without being watched off. Giant sobs of juggernaut. Tying various bonds and insecurities to popular fallacies trapping perfection, was a parcel let loose.

A Pearl Marsh.

Marquis with dramatic Fanale not to be outdone, shouts!

"BON CHANCE, MES AMIS!"

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