Cara Thereon

I am a writer who wants nothing more than to express myself through my words. I'm old enough to write what I like and live where the weather suits me best.

Daughters

Leaning forward, I look myself over in the half mirror above the sink. Dark skinned Dark eyed Dark hair Average breasts Tall stature Natural hair All parts of me that make for a beautiful whole. I am beautiful. I AM beautiful. I am beautiful. I am BEAUTIFUL! Except… Except, I can’t help twirling my hair, or …

New Here

The city swallows me whole A comforting closeness A creeping isolation Strangers brushing by Arms, coats, bags touching Lives lived separately Space shared in proximity Get lost to be found here Immersed in, surrounded by Buildings and people A part of, apart from A city with a heartbeat I can feel in my chest

I Can’t Write Beginnings

It’s a bit long, but I’m looking for help. Here are two unedited versions of beginnings for Hunter’s Gazelle. I’m asking for your opinion on each. Comments are closed so I’ll put a contact form for you to privately send your opinion. I’d appreciate the constructive critique. – 1) Sweat trickled down her face as …

Seat 19C

Getting a story started. Hang tight. “Miss, you’ll have to hold your coat until after all the luggage is stowed.” “Oh, I’m sorry. I…” Missy glanced up from digging in her purse and the words died on her tongue. Her jacket was five inches from her face, but her eyes bypassed it to the tan …

Become Cara

So, without realizing it, my year anniversary flew past. I figured I should at least make note of the event and chit-chat a bit. I’ve wondered who I’ve become.  I was under a completely different pen name and blogging site last year, but the threat of exposure forced my hand.  Ultimately I have to thank …

Suckle

His eyes strayed to the exposed curve of her breast for the fifth time in the last few minutes. Blue veins ran down from the top in intricate patterns that beckoned him to come trace each one with his tongue. He shuddered, shifting in his seat as his pants tightened that much more. The baby …

Frustration

Just a feeling, right? Until it becomes a tangible thing More than a lump in my throat More like I’m choking to death I’m a sensitive soul Offended by my upset sensibilities Can’t quit my job, can I? But enduring isn’t as fun as I thought it’d be What’s bubbling up is this urge To …

Wound Tight

I need to write! She squeezed her eyes shut, jaw clenching as she tried to hold herself together. The race of her heart filled her ears, eclipsing the rush of her breath as it hissed from her. A lesson in utter concentration. A lesson in self control. The air brushing over her flushed skin was …