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"Gossip is the art of saying nothing in a way that leaves practically nothing unsaid."-Walter Winchell. Weave a poem or story around a rumour and the consequences/aftermath of this shared (mis)information. TAG ME, PLEASE!
Ended October 21, 2016 • 13 Entries • Created by PhynneBelle
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"Gossip is the art of saying nothing in a way that leaves practically nothing unsaid."-Walter Winchell. Weave a poem or story around a rumour and the consequences/aftermath of this shared (mis)information. TAG ME, PLEASE!
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Monk

Meanwhile in America

Carefully folded smiles

Creased with such precision

Packed away

In the suitcase under the bed

Pretense of happiness

All the while her teeth rot

Behind her lips

The marrow or her bones

Are liquid lies to help her

Stand erect

She remembers them

As the illusion they are

In hopes to wear them

Before it's too late

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"Gossip is the art of saying nothing in a way that leaves practically nothing unsaid."-Walter Winchell. Weave a poem or story around a rumour and the consequences/aftermath of this shared (mis)information. TAG ME, PLEASE!
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Izzy_A

Rumor

"She's a slut"

"I heard she was pregnant"

"I heard that too, only, I thought she aborted it"

"She's such a whore"

"I heard she slept with the whole football team"

"Maybe that's why she became a cheerleader"

We hear this all the time.

The funny part about this one?

The girl they are talking about....

She's a virgin

Her ex spread these rumors

Because she 

WOULDN'T

Sleep with him

Her parents found out about the rumors

They disowned her

She lost all of her friends

No one wants to be friends with the pregnant slut

Colleges no longer want her

They don't even care about her 3.7 GPA

The rumors

They ruined her life

And she's only 17

So think before you speak...

And feel before you hurt...

You don't know how powerful your words can be....

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"Gossip is the art of saying nothing in a way that leaves practically nothing unsaid."-Walter Winchell. Weave a poem or story around a rumour and the consequences/aftermath of this shared (mis)information. TAG ME, PLEASE!
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sandflea68

Tainted

She was the purest milk on tongues

when they dipped mouths in painted lies,

spilled her juices to thirsty blowhards,

spread them thickly on tomorrow’s bread.

Sour milk curdled on windy breaths,

a distasteful smell of defamation wafted

on wisps of gossip blathered through town,

a slander poisoning her soul and theirs

in a black defamation of the night.

Story foamed and took new shape,

no one wanted to sample her truths

After all, it must be sincere – surely,

they wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t bona fide.

Her body was found submerged in lake

How could it happen? Why did it happen?

Clotting of the milk of human kindness,

a life sunken by malicious gossip.

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"Gossip is the art of saying nothing in a way that leaves practically nothing unsaid."-Walter Winchell. Weave a poem or story around a rumour and the consequences/aftermath of this shared (mis)information. TAG ME, PLEASE!
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dLYNX

Gossip

She cries like a baby 

    and fucks everyone in sight.

Her skin crawls with scabies 

    and she's always up all night.

He can't get an erection 

    and his pecks are from an injection.

His dad used to molest him 

    while his mom always undressed him.

She still sucks her thumb 

    and she seems smart, but she's dumb.

She sucked the entire football team 

    and then they took her for ice cream.

He has a tiny little dick. 

    I swear it's no bigger than a prick!

How do I know that? 

    Well his girl and I had a chat.

Her and her brother get it on 

    and that's why her virginity's gone.

Her nose used to be so large! 

    Wonder what the nose doc charged.

He acts like he's straight 

    but really he's been gay from the gate.

He sucked his way to the top 

    and, if you catch my drift, likes to shop.

She dances on a pole at night 

    and she and her boyfriend always fight.

She doesn't look like that!

    When she takes off her clothes, she's fat.

He used to be such a geek 

    until he found a YouTube sheik.

They found her in the toilet last night

   holding to a syringe really tight.

She fucked her college professor 

   and she's got vodka in her refresher.

Whether it's false or it's true, 

   which rumor best fits you?

Challenge
"Gossip is the art of saying nothing in a way that leaves practically nothing unsaid."-Walter Winchell. Weave a poem or story around a rumour and the consequences/aftermath of this shared (mis)information. TAG ME, PLEASE!
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jems in Fiction

Do you know something

He said he saw a smoke in the graveyard, his friends informed others he saw a smoke like thing in the graveyard, all said he saw a white thing flying in the graveyard, thus the students of the church's school developed the story of the haunted church.

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"Gossip is the art of saying nothing in a way that leaves practically nothing unsaid."-Walter Winchell. Weave a poem or story around a rumour and the consequences/aftermath of this shared (mis)information. TAG ME, PLEASE!
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Ambush

Hyenas ready to tear me apart,

Manipulative smiles meant to beguile.

Lowering my guard, a knife to my heart,

I’m nothing to them, just one to revile.

Mouths fabricating rumors, phony friends,

Amidst betrayal, allies become foes.

Being used as just a means to their ends,

Karma will remind them the path they chose.

Too many behave as if they don’t care,

They borrow your soul, return it broken.

Burdening others until they can’t bear,

Any consideration unspoken.

Without so much as any second thought,

Decisive loss in a battle not fought.

Challenge
"Gossip is the art of saying nothing in a way that leaves practically nothing unsaid."-Walter Winchell. Weave a poem or story around a rumour and the consequences/aftermath of this shared (mis)information. TAG ME, PLEASE!
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perhapsless

c o n f o r m

in third grade,

they told me my hair was too long

so i went home and watched my beautiful brown locks fall gently to the ground

in sixth grade,

they told me i was too fat

so i stopped eating until i could feel my ribs prodding out as i tossed and turned at night

in ninth grade,

they told me i was attention seeking

so i covered my arms in a thick sweatshirt while the summer heat beat down onto me

in eleventh grade,

they told me i wasn't pretty enough

so i wasted hours standing in front of a mirror, crying until i could no longer see my reflection

in twelfth grade,

they told me to die

so that's exactly what i did.

Challenge
"Gossip is the art of saying nothing in a way that leaves practically nothing unsaid."-Walter Winchell. Weave a poem or story around a rumour and the consequences/aftermath of this shared (mis)information. TAG ME, PLEASE!
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zoe_aline

In the aftermath, she was forgotten. Rumors inked on her skin and in trails of teardrops from her eyes she was outcast; she was not one of them. In her room she sat, remembering the way they had sneered at her. She was tired. She was so tired. It wasn't long after this that her hands, black with ink of gossiped lies, began to reach for bottles of Nyquil, or Benedryl, did you know that if you fought the feeling it felt so good?

Challenge
"Gossip is the art of saying nothing in a way that leaves practically nothing unsaid."-Walter Winchell. Weave a poem or story around a rumour and the consequences/aftermath of this shared (mis)information. TAG ME, PLEASE!
Anne in Fiction

Gossip Girl

"They went away together after the party."

One rumor spread, he believed him not her. 

Him- the guy who always hated that his brother invested some of a time into being with "that hoe" 

She didn't know what to say. 

"Are you kidding?" 

She felt insulted, didn't want to believe that he didn't trust her.

Both were to proud to talk, both were to hurt to talk. 

The rumor spread. 

He was the poor guy betrayed by her. 

She was the slut that would never be content with just one guy.Everyone was talking.

Both were walking through the hallway, looking down. Avoiding eye contact. 

As the looked up their eyes met inmediatly. 

All the hurt, pain, good memories, bad memories, the now lost love. You could see it in their faces.

Suddenly a sick feeling settled in his stomach. He caused two people pain because he was too selfish. 

He told one lie and everyone was running around telling gossip , hurting his best friend and his girl even more. 

He realized, the  only reason for gossip is not wanting to acknowledge your own misery so  you enjoy other's. 

Challenge
"Gossip is the art of saying nothing in a way that leaves practically nothing unsaid."-Walter Winchell. Weave a poem or story around a rumour and the consequences/aftermath of this shared (mis)information. TAG ME, PLEASE!
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csnotcoffee

But

On knees

Crushed by the weight of disbelief 

Blind

Eyes flooded by dark waters

Not the cleanest of souls

But

No harm was meant for you

Nothing foul came to play

But

They spun lies to you

Dark and sweet like molasses

Horrible and convenient

Like your first smoke

Slipped right through fingers

A red ribbon whipped out into the wind

You 

Jaded but kind

You were broken

Chucked off the trail like a snapped twig

You never found the path again

Refusing to come close

Refusing to see my face