Comments on: collar

By: caity

caity — Sat, 29 May 2010 18:10:34 +0000

a collar can id you but it can also choke you, make you belong to some you don’t want to – chain you. my collar is pulled too tight. freedom – i long for freedom. A time i once knew, not too long ago…

By: Kylie Cooper

Kylie Cooper — Sat, 29 May 2010 17:46:58 +0000

The lipstick stain on his collar confirmed her thoughts.
He was cheating.
He was a liar.
He was still her husband.
Was she to still carry on this lie? Or was she to loose all that she had in life?

By: Quincy

Quincy — Sat, 29 May 2010 17:34:39 +0000

my shirt has a collar which often flips up. I don’t know how i feel about collared shirts. They make me feel somewhat trapped and uncomfortable.

By: Jacklyn

Jacklyn — Sat, 29 May 2010 17:29:31 +0000

The collar of his shirt was turned up, his hands were in his pockets, and his eyes were narrowed. He was one big stereotype, and he knew it. It was only a matter of time before he was called out. Popped collars can do that to you.

By: Emmy

Emmy — Sat, 29 May 2010 17:23:24 +0000

Leading to a chain, A stronghold of resistant leather, around the neck.

By: Blue

Blue — Sat, 29 May 2010 17:23:20 +0000

he turned to her with a glance. his collar brushed up against his chin and he felt the moist fabric almost at the same time as the smell of blood reached his nose. he raised his hand insticntively and felt the blood, already crusting. little flakes of dry black stuff came off and he stared at his fingertips. she was dead.

By: suzy

suzy — Sat, 29 May 2010 17:19:05 +0000

I put the collar around her golden neck. She ran in to the wild distance unaware of it’s restraint.

By: meghan patterson

meghan patterson — Sat, 29 May 2010 17:13:25 +0000

she walked out the door. a small little thing she was. i saw her for the last time that day. i guess i should have put her collar on with the tiny shiny tag that said she was my friend and guardian. now shes gone, and all i have left is a collar.

By: Natalie

Natalie — Sat, 29 May 2010 17:11:26 +0000

He kissed her collar bone, gently, letting his lips linger on her skin in a mock of affection. And for a moment, just a second (she swears) she let herself believe he meant it. “I love you,” he whispered.

By: Abby

Abby — Sat, 29 May 2010 17:08:52 +0000

Lipstick on his collar let me know of the shame involved with believing in men..