• Rachel commented on the post, merciful 4 years, 8 months ago

    Oh, how our God is merciful. He is worthy of all praise. I, Caleb, am willing to admit that and wanting to shout it from the highest mountain tops. I want everyone to know what he has done for me. He has forgiven the unforgivable. I deserve to die for driving drunk and killing that girl…but because of Him, I am saved.

  • Rachel commented on the post, elevator 5 years, 4 months ago

    Much to my irritation, the elevator continued going up instead of down to the first floor like I wanted it to. I let out as sigh and stare at the rose in my hands. It seems liked everything in the universe is keeping me from Hannah. First the family, then the car, then then traffic and now this. The longer it takes, the more anxious it’s making…[Read more]

  • Rachel commented on the post, fools 5 years, 11 months ago

    I am a fool…but not because you called me one. But because I believed you when you did. I thought you were right, so I acted the part and I played it well. But over time, I learned that I’m not one. In fact, you all are the fools…for putting me down and laughing. You’ll see.

  • Rachel commented on the post, barren 5 years, 12 months ago

    See that woman sitting on the porch? Her name is Jill. Jill wanted children ever since she was young. She wanted to love another human being with as much intensity that she loved herself with, and even more. She wanted to give her fleshlings the same great childhood her parents gave her. She wanted to be a mother. Jill would never be a mother…[Read more]

  • Rachel commented on the post, neon 5 years, 12 months ago

    I knew a boy named Neon. He was a unique kid, but his name was suiting enough. It only could’ve been more perfect had his last name been ‘Lights’. He was always bright and glowing. You could never catch him with a frown on his face. He seemed like a nice kid. Too bad I didn’t bother to get to know him.

  • Rachel commented on the post, spilled 6 years ago

    My brother spilled melted butter all over my white pants. What was he even doing with melted butter?! This was the last pair of white pants I owned and this was the reason why. I can’t keep anything white with Darren’s clumsy self around. It’s hard enough keeping regular colored clothes clean and now I have to deal with this too. He said he’s…[Read more]

  • Rachel commented on the post, casting 6 years ago

    They were casting for the play. It was finally my chance to shine. Finally my chance to show that I could be the actor everybody told me I couldn’t be. Finally. You can imagine my anxiousness; the sweat accumulating on my forehead and under my arms. The dryness of my throat…and you can imagine the tears in my eyes when I didn’t get the lead…or…[Read more]

  • Rachel commented on the post, soap 6 years ago

    I love the smell of soap. It didn’t used to always be like that. I actually used to dislike the smell of it…that was, until I met Damian. Damian was strong, tall and handsome. Damian smelled like soap. Ever since then, I adored the smell of soap. Now I smell it just so I can imagine him. I think I may be a little obsessed…

  • Rachel commented on the post, simplify 6 years ago

    Simplify these problems. That’s what it said on the homework assignment. Five equations that looked like a foreign language to me. I’m the smartest girl in my grade; why can’t I get these? My pride won’t let me ask for extra help. This is why I loathe math with every fiber of my being. Why can’t it be more creative like writing or science…or…[Read more]

  • Rachel commented on the post, beer 6 years ago

    I handed him another beer. I knew I shouldn’t have. I knew how he got when he drank. I knew what would come next…I knew, but yet and still I gave him the beer like he asked. I guess you can say I asked for the sudden slap that came next. As well as the punches. And the kicks. I asked for the blood to run down my from my broken nose. I asked for…[Read more]

  • Rachel commented on the post, credibility 6 years ago

    Credibility. I used to think I was a credible person. Dependability. I used to think I was a dependable person. Reliability. I used to think I was a reliable person. I used to think a lot of things. Until I was thrust into situation where all those things needed to come into play…and they didn’t. All that came out was fear. Now the only thing I…[Read more]

  • Rachel commented on the post, rating 6 years ago

    My rating was a 6. 6 out of 10. Most of the girls in the class gave me a 6. What exactly was a 6 anyway? Good, but not great? A little over average? Almost near being good enough? I didn’t know how to take it. Kelly was a 10. I guess that means she’s out of my league. Because 10’s don’t date 6’s.

  • Rachel commented on the post, timeline 6 years ago

    When someone looks at the timeline of my life, I want them to gaze in awe. I want them to be in shock at all the things I have accomplished. They’ll see so much stuff. Skydiving! Writing a book! Becoming a doctor! Joining a band! Getting a Masters Degree! Learning how to salsa! So much stuff…and so little time…

  • Rachel commented on the post, dissolve 6 years ago

    My ability to feel dissolved away like sugar in water. I was numb. I couldn’t feel anything. I couldn’t see anything. I could barely think. She’s dead. The doctor just said my grandmother was dead. I couldn’t stop myself from falling out of the chair and onto the floor. Maybe I’d dissolve away too…

  • Rachel commented on the post, ensue 6 years ago

    The party that would ensue this dance was sure to be a blast. I would finally go to my first party! I would finally get to drink until I threw up. I would sleep with hot girls. I’d even get to smoke from a bong with friends. That’s life. At least that’s what I thought. I’m beginning to question it since I woke up crying.

  • Rachel commented on the post, electrocute 6 years, 1 month ago

    I know it was his job and that he’d done it hundreds of times before, but that didn’t stop me from being concerned. One mistake and he could be electrocuted. One mistake and he could die. I’d seen it happen on tv several times. He never listened though; he’d always pat me on the head and say ‘I got this, little brother.’

  • Rachel commented on the post, trench 6 years, 1 month ago

    I was struck in a trench. Well, I wasn’t really stuck. I just pretended like I was. In actuality, I was hiding. I was scared of what was out there; scared of death. I could hear shots being fired and see bodies flying. I was literally shaking and frozen in place. I wasn’t cut out for war–for fighting, period. I guess I’m not a man, after all.

  • Rachel commented on the post, punished 6 years, 1 month ago

    I’m going to be punished for what I’ve done…I’m going to rot in Hell for the crime I’ve committed…they finally caught me. I, the ‘Smiley Faced’ killer, have been caught and sentenced to life. I’m going to get raped, beat down and possibly killed in jail. That is, if I don’t kill myself first…

  • Rachel commented on the post, flour 6 years, 1 month ago

    The flour bag exploded all over the table, floor and my body. It was a mess…and when mom comes home, she’s going to be a mess too. I’d tell her it was an accident, and she’d ask me why I had the flour out in the first place. I wouldn’t tell her the truth though. I’d have to think of a lie. Oh why must life be so complicated?

  • Rachel commented on the post, vines 6 years, 1 month ago

    The vines that grew on the fence in the backyard were huge. They grew so fast and big that we could barely see the neighbors yard anymore. I remember looking at those vines and thinking, ‘I wish they were gone.’ My dad eventually cut them and then they were gone. I remember thinking, ‘I wish they were back.’ But they never grew back.