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The ambassador’s smile stretched over his face, pulling at the corners of his mouth menacingly. The door opened, letting a chill of wind. The ambassador didn’t flinch.
» Posted By Cara On 11.06.2018 @ 7:50 am
My psst haunts me! I’m sorry for committing a felony. I’ve learned. I’ve grew.
» Posted By Cara On 10.12.2016 @ 7:50 pm
I love changes. I’m glad there are a lot of changes in my life right now. I’m kind of nervous about some of these upcoming changes. But I have to remember that God has my back and he will always have my back and he always gets me out of any and every situation. Even the horrible ones.
» Posted By Cara On 10.12.2016 @ 10:30 am
There are many things that are endless. The ocean is endless. Information on the Internet is endless. Love is endless. Highways can be endless. An hour can seem endless.
» Posted By Cara On 03.22.2016 @ 5:21 am
It was hanging from her neck the first time I saw her. It was the most amazing thing I’d ever seen, and my first instinct was to natch it and run. It was gold with silver engravings of doodles and sketches, it looked like it must’ve costed a fortune. I was in love with the locket. As I studied it more intensely, I realized it was plastic, on a toddler’s neck, my dreams crushed.
» Posted By Cara On 10.11.2014 @ 7:58 pm
Dont you hate when you leave foot prints in the sand at the beach and the sand burns the mess out of your feet?
» Posted By Cara On 10.03.2014 @ 7:03 am
To fail is to give up trying completely. You will never fail if you do not stop attempting to succeed at whatever task you are trying for. It is hard sometimes and not always rewarding. But why would you let yourself fail when one day you can succeed. Where there is a will there is a way! Live it up don’t survive in place. Failing is the quitters way out. It is like suicide, you opt out of the challenge of moving on. If everyone stopping when failing we would not have many things.
» Posted By Cara On 10.02.2014 @ 7:42 am
failing a class really sucks, just like failing a test. I cant stand to fail.
» Posted By Cara On 10.02.2014 @ 6:57 am
To have or maintain a upright position.
Withstand without being damaged.
Provide for someone at one’s own expense.
» Posted By Cara On 10.01.2014 @ 7:27 am
It’s hard for me to think of a good word that would complement conviction… Hopefully i’ll never be convicted of anything
» Posted By Cara On 09.29.2014 @ 7:01 am
He heard my sobs as he walked through the door and came running into my room, where he found me shaking uncontrollably in the corner. He didn’t know yet, and he would never be able to share the pain I felt in that moment. I was totally devastated, but then he came and kissed my forehead, and clasped my hands in his, and somehow, in the deep waters of my pain, the hurt subsided and I could finally find my breath, despite drowning.
» Posted By Cara On 01.29.2014 @ 5:45 pm
A Day, time, memory significant to be remembered or listed. A way of documenting this.
» Posted By cara On 10.13.2013 @ 8:31 am
We had this word yesterday! Or the day before. That’s stupid. I was excited for a new word. But whatever. I guess this word could have a different meaning. It can be a verb or an animal, a very small one on dogs. I like dogs. Especially ones with big black spots that need to be cleaned because white hair does not look good on black. His name is Sarge. He is the best thing ever.
» Posted By Cara On 06.13.2013 @ 7:34 am
i fled because you told me i wouldn’t. you look like a flee. i flee because i miss the people from my past and the place i belong. i flee, but not for long. i flee to louisville and some people i once knew. it’s not fleeing at all though – it’s going home. you are the one who flees. you fled. you left me. you are the person who needs to find a home.
» Posted By Cara On 06.12.2013 @ 3:23 pm
you’ve decomposed every part of me with your stupid green eyes and long brown hair. numbness took over me for months. creativity out the window. was it wasted? we will never know. but you decompose and decompose, and ill be there rotting with you. in the ground, the land, the sky, the tall grass; let us decompose our lives together.
» Posted By Cara On 06.11.2013 @ 3:19 pm
The dress was elaborate, too elaborate. It took seven handmaidens to fasten its 105 clasps all the way up the duchess’ back. She fussed the whole time, naturally, complaining about the time, the women, and the king’s attitude, about which the handmaidens had heard entirely too much.
» Posted By Cara On 04.27.2013 @ 2:50 pm
the creature rose from the ground, turning it looked at me, death in it’s eyes. I had failed to kill it the first time, and now it would surely will kill me. Bracing myself for it to leap I reached back and grabbed my knife from it’s holster.
» Posted By Cara On 04.17.2013 @ 7:46 pm
beware of the dog, that is all :( writers block.
» Posted By Cara On 03.21.2013 @ 5:09 pm
Features are the revelation of vanity within a human being, a quintessential flaw that I detest. We analyse them and deem whether they are beautiful.
» Posted By Cara On 01.31.2013 @ 5:54 pm
life is real when you look at something when you feel all the senses coming out all the beauty exploding around our eyes its all real life itself.
» Posted By cara On 01.22.2013 @ 12:59 pm
Melissa needs a very complex procedure to fix her medical problems, but she cannot afford it. Without this procedure her health will drastically decline.
» Posted By Cara On 12.24.2012 @ 7:20 pm
afraid of being rejected by everyone and everything. society. love. friends. school. grades. society. society. society. society. afraid of being free from what others think. afraid of being lost. afraid of death. taxes. the future
» Posted By cara On 09.23.2012 @ 5:30 pm
Despite. I have not a clue. Despite my want to learn, I do not want to study, at least these subjects I have chosen. I want to learn photography, but despite my efforts, I’m into something else. Despite it all, I still haven’t traveled to Paris or any part of France. Yet.
» Posted By Cara On 09.18.2012 @ 7:25 pm
I don’t know what it’s to be alive. Only through going to different places, to leaving it all behind and giving yourself new responsibilities, lives to live through language, through reinstitution, re putting yourself into a routine.
Or is it as the books say, that you don’t need to go anywhere to find yourself, just that you need to think in yourself and become yourself. I still don’t understand that yet though. I though it struck me once, but now I’m lost again, and unalive in a place that once was new, but once again has grown old and destitute, a routine of dolor. Not alive.
» Posted By Cara On 09.16.2012 @ 7:39 pm
here I am. or so I think I am. I put my sunglasses on. I cannot see in the bushes. The slightly reflective path is all I see. And I block out the other people’s judgement. That I wear these glasses at night though I can perfectly see. It’s something about being blind, or pretending so, than makes you invisible and noticed at the same time. It’s like when you were a child, covering your face with a comforter seemed to hide you from closet monsters, but you really knew they would find you anyways.
Even if they don’t exist.
» Posted By Cara On 09.15.2012 @ 6:52 pm
i woke up, covered in my own blood, with no re collation of how this had happend. all i know is im covered in blood with a knife in my hand.
» Posted By cara On 09.03.2012 @ 11:27 am
I have cabinets in my kitchen. They are empty now because I am moving to Miami in two days. I am really nervous about the move, but excited as well! Hopefully my cabinets in miamiwill not be empty.
» Posted By Cara On 07.28.2012 @ 9:21 pm
It was quick. One look and all I knew was gone. Everything I had thought defined me no longer made sense. I became a shell, not knowing anything that could come of me. One brief moment- that’s all it took to kill him.
» Posted By Cara On 06.12.2012 @ 2:14 pm
briefly, she said, it’s been a long night. how could she even begin? well..uh..in brief, i’m not really sure how it started, she sputtered out.
» Posted By Cara On 06.12.2012 @ 11:24 am
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“it wasn’t really a chat, now was it?” she thought, trying to remember how it all began. it started off with an accusation, right? and the rest followed suit.
» Posted By Cara On 06.08.2012 @ 2:15 pm