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I scanned the barcode on the lemons at the grocery store while trying to pay for my items.
» Posted By Caroline On 01.22.2019 @ 12:00 pm
for quite a while in my life i thought i loved jazz, i thought it was my favorite genre. i didn’t know at the time that the genre i was looking for was alternative, but i still do like jazz. i envision a little jazz joint with dim lighting and wine. i love it. new york jazz nights. energetic. eccentric.
» Posted By caroline On 12.16.2018 @ 9:05 pm
This makes me think of the band Clash. Its a noise. Pans clashing together. Personalities clashing. It is onomatopoeic i think
» Posted By Caroline On 10.15.2017 @ 1:53 am
warning, it’s really scary past this point. keep going if you want to but i’m just letting you know, it’s pretty rough after this. sure, whatever. keep going i don’t care. but you were warned. good luck, i wish you the best.
» Posted By Caroline On 07.10.2017 @ 3:26 pm
I want to study Italian here
Can you help me?
Thank so much
» Posted By Caroline On 04.14.2017 @ 10:18 am
I could feel myself crying, could hear the sobs coming from my throat, but I couldn’t process why I was sad in the first place. I could hear the sirens surrounding me and people screaming, but my ears failed to process the sounds.
» Posted By Caroline On 12.02.2016 @ 9:07 am
The girl gave a pointed stare to the man next to her on the Subway as he jammed his elbow into her side as he lifted his New York Times. He didn’t notice. She hugged
» Posted By caroline On 09.05.2016 @ 9:48 pm
“Fried potatoes are one of the tastiest things in this world, aren’t they?” I asked, while dipping my little yellow friend in the mayonnaise. Chuck just made this stupid face again and sipped on his coke. “If you say so.”, he muttered and turned to the window. “Hey, did you hear about the missing girl from the senior year?” I looked at his sharp profile and nodded.
» Posted By Caroline On 07.30.2016 @ 11:23 am
What is normal? Who wants to be normal? Normal was made to keep us from going places others are not comfortable with. Don’t be normal.
» Posted By Caroline On 12.05.2015 @ 10:57 pm
“We need to take some time to deliberate.”
That was the last thing I heard in passing. But why did they have to even discuss it – shouldn’t the answer be clear? But you’ve got to please everybody. You’ve got to make everyone think you’re considering their ideas, even if your mind is made up from the beginning.
» Posted By Caroline On 04.28.2015 @ 5:44 pm
life changed for us in the kingdom. the dragon army set fire to the villages and killed my entire family. And his too. and we were alone on this journey fighting for our right to live. but it wasn’t a right, we found out, it was a gift.
» Posted By caroline On 04.20.2015 @ 11:58 am
The bloodied calluses on the tips of her toes were unfamiliar. It was odd, having to try, since every skill came so effortlessly to her usually, but now after her fifth class in Miss Hark’s studio, she felt as if working for something yielded stronger results.
» Posted By caroline On 03.21.2015 @ 7:28 pm
He walked across the room waiting for her arrival. He began to pace back and forth faster and faster. A door slams. There she is. Standing in her red dress and black heels waiting.
» Posted By Caroline On 05.28.2014 @ 7:16 am
only you get my smile
only you see past the wrinkled lines
that furrow around my lips
you see me
as i am
when all i can do is smile
» Posted By Caroline On 04.26.2014 @ 6:25 pm
She blamed it on adolescence but I was pretty sure it was just me, uncovering and securing my place and personality for the rest of my life. I know I’m stubborn. I know I’m feisty. I know I can be irrational in the pursuit of making others happy. I made quick decisions. But it wasn’t hormones, I constantly told my mother, it was just me. And she could either love it or not. I could not and would not change who I was for the world. Staying under the radar was her main concern but I didn’t care about sticking my neck out a little. Staying true to myself was it.
» Posted By Caroline On 03.30.2014 @ 10:44 pm
a good personality is the laugh that tickles every person in the room. it’s the particular smell housed by a good book. a kiss from a stranger, unexpected and exhilarating.
» Posted By caroline On 03.16.2014 @ 10:05 am
you go and you go and you go, like a bird up and down an elm. like a teenage girl in italy who savors the catcalls, thinking they’re for her alone. you are tragic but beautiful but tragic still, and you spin in circles until there’s nowhere left to go.
» Posted By Caroline On 02.11.2014 @ 9:00 pm
She was a singer; he was a songwriter. She sang the feelings he spilled on the page without feeling them herself, as though one was reading a book in a different language that looked incomprehensible. His feelings were incomprehensible, but she sang them all the more. She didn’t know the real meaning behind the heaviness of the pen on the paper and the ink of the notes that dropped downwards to the paper, sometimes spiraling out of control as though he just pulled his pen across the paper.
» Posted By Caroline On 10.18.2013 @ 2:25 pm
I seldom go to the mall, because I dont have time for that. Usually my sister and my mother go, but I seldom have to stay in home studying; I seldom dont have anything to study. My school is very hard
» Posted By Caroline On 09.13.2013 @ 5:18 pm
There is a dark blue bottle, about half-full, sitting on the bottom of the stairs. It’s been their since about dawn, when I came downstairs to check on my plants in the backyard. I was so tiered I didn’t think so much about it then, though.
» Posted By Caroline On 08.30.2013 @ 7:30 am
Silos seem so innocent. A simple building full of the harvest. The skyscrapers of the country. But they have a darker secret. People meet their demise in them. Drowning,screaming, sinking into the crop, sucked in. And they die. Just like that. A life snuffed out.
» Posted By Caroline On 08.17.2013 @ 8:57 am
I saw the silo before I could really understand what I was seeing It was big and red, and it was unlike anything I’d ever seen before. Growing up in the city made it difficult to see things like a stray silo with thousands of cows milling about beside it. It was truly odd, to say the least.
» Posted By Caroline On 08.16.2013 @ 8:00 pm
I stared at the silo in front of me, trying my best not to laugh. I’d never seen anything in my life that was quite so ugly, and I’d seen a lot of ugly things. The silo was so out of place so close to the city.
» Posted By Caroline On 08.16.2013 @ 7:50 pm
Up here, everything is cold. The weather is cold, the buildings are cold, the people are cold. Holding doors, politeness, being called Miss and darlin’ every where I went are thing I miss from the south. Up here, my soul grows cold, and I feel alone, I miss home. I want my Southern warmth back.
» Posted By Caroline On 08.13.2013 @ 5:01 pm
It’s a haunting sort of call. Soft and sweet as it is, it holds a deadly promise. The song in her voice even now sends shivers down my spine. The fact that I’m this close to going to her, to doing as she asks, shows how lost I am without her. Even in death, she beckons me, and like always, I go to her.
» Posted By Caroline On 08.12.2013 @ 9:16 pm
Warmth, Warmth and love is all I can hear. She’s calling to me softly. I can feel her love all from her quiet voice, I want to go to her. Badly. i know she wants me there with her. But while her face beckons me, my heart knows that what we have isn’t real.
» Posted By Caroline On 08.12.2013 @ 8:57 pm
the girl was not tall, but you’d never know it to listen to her. her voice was everything. she knew exactly what she meant when she said it and it was almost always worth hearing. when she was younger she wanted to join the circus. she told him that when she met him, but he missed it– he was so distracted by her pretty mouth, that he couldn’t hear it talking. she didn’t mind, because that had never happened to her before.
» Posted By Caroline On 06.23.2013 @ 5:49 pm
The pixels on the image enlarged as i zoomed in, trying to possibly see any sort of happiness in my eyes.
» Posted By Caroline On 06.15.2013 @ 11:57 am
the stratosphere, oh we learned about this in science this year. god i hated my teacher. she was so annoying and so “enthusiastic” when in reality she hated space and teaching it. anyways, stratosphere. well it sounds pretty cool. space in general is pretty cool, don’t you think? Just a never-ending, expanse of nothingness. Well not nothingness. Somethingness. Who knows what all is out there?
» Posted By Caroline On 05.24.2013 @ 4:28 pm
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I sing you to sleep my dear child… your breathing starts to slow & calm after the long, stressful day you’ve had. I hope that my soft lullaby can do its job and lull you to a soft sleep. The peace comes over not only you, my baby, but over the entire household. Lullaby.
» Posted By Caroline On 05.20.2013 @ 9:12 am