I couldn’t dare to look him in the eye. He knew. He knew what I was hiding. And I couldn’t bear to think that I’d been lying to him all this while. When I was a child, I’d tell him everything. Every little thing. But now…now, things have changed. Now I’m a big girl and I’m miles away from him.
I didn’t want to cross that boundary. I didn’t want to feel futile. I didn’t want to be poor. But I was. And it was quite the fall from the three story mansion my parents built.
“I dare you to,” she said with a smirk. He hated when she looked at him like that. But she always did. He turned around and ran towards the truck, not once looking back. In fact, he never looked back, not even when he reached the east coast.
I dare you to feel rejection. Made you tremble, didn’t I? Rejection is one of the most feared things people can’t handle. I find it easy; I’ve had it happen all my life. And if they don’t like me, who gives a damn? It’s their opinion and I’m glad now that I don’t have to waste my time. I feel like I always create the rejection instead of actually accomplishing it though…
I dare you to take a leap of faith. Go ahead. It may scare you at first, so bad that you’ll turn around and run away from it all, that you’ll run and run, without ever stopping, so much that your legs will nearly fall off, and you’ll never ever look back. But by then, you will have missed so much.
I was once dared to jump from the top of the monkey bars. I hesitated. Scared that the fall would be long. The distance too far. I looked down at my sister. She had done it and she was much younger than I. I ended up falling.
It was just a simple dare, nothing too serious. Just plain, challenging fun. Nobody knew it would end up that way. Nobody thought it would be blown out of proportion. They all stood there, shock still evident in the way their bodies are shaking, sweaty hands clenched tight. They could only stand and stare as people scurried around the scene, the sound of sirens drowning out everything else.
“I dare you.. to kiss me.”
“What?” Gale, blinked.
“You heard me. Kiss me.”
She looked at him, apprehensive. His face was twisted into that smirk she had grown accustomed to seeing… but to be consumed, to end the fight already? No.
“I-I can’t.”
Dare doesn’t really seem to be a real word. I think that it doesn’t have any relation to reality and never mind, dare just thought and realized it’s a word. I kinda feel stupid.
I double dog dare you…to…well, I just dare you. I tripple dog dare you to dare the person next to you….did you do it? No? I will. I just dared someone to jump up and down. He didn’t do it. He just stared at me with his puppy dog eyes, drooling out of the side of his mouth. Last time I dare someone to do something; how dare I.
“I dare you to do it.”
“No.”
“What, are you chicken?”
“No!”
“Then do it!”
She picked up the frog that was sitting in front of her and gently kissed it.
There was no spark. There was no prince.
She looked up at the little boy in front of her and realized that he was her prince.
I dare you to do something – That word or phrase is used many times in very adolescent times, usually loosely… With age, the word starts to gain more importance, usually towards the negative… As in “How dare you”, or “you wouldn’t dare.” Dare is never used in a positive connotation, the closest being a comedic fashion.
I dare you to dare to dream. Dare is a word that invokes feels of greatness and courage. In this day and age, never is there enough who dare. I dare you to dare. So care to dare or live life feeling that it’s unfair.
We dare to take risks. We dare to take the plunge, to make a decision, to say what we shoudn’t have said, but why? Why do we dare? Why must we have this innate instinct to dream? Why not to stay, to never say it, to keep things the way they are? It’s safe to stay. It’s daring to plunge into the unknown.
She looked up at the sky and wondered how anyone could have every been okay with settling when there was so much out there. Settling with themselves and those they surrounded themselves with. it scared her, but with the society the way it was, how could she have even dared think so freely?
I dare you too live your life the way you want it. Not the way the media would approve or your friends or even your parents; how you would like to live. We only live life for a short while. Now I’m not saying go gamble all your money away or join in a game of Russian Roulette, just enjoy life (unless that’s your way of living.)
Greg groaned. “Are you kidding me? It’s weeks old.”
It looked older than that. More foreign, too. Not even like a sandwich anymore. No one had bothered to remove it from the fridge, so it was looking less like a club and more like an abomination. Not even hair or mold was growing on it. It just looked strange and pathetic and alone.
“Don’t do it,” whispered Betty. “You’re going to get sick.”
“Truth or dare?” I sat in the basement of one of the boys in school. It was my first party. I was only in seventh grade. I had gotten here not five minutes earlier and we were already playing games my parents wouldn’t approve of.
Truth or dare. What to choose? If I said truth they would ask me to say who I had a crush on. Can’t choose that. He’s sitting right next to me. But if I said dare, they might ask me to kiss someone. And I certainly don’t want that.
i dare you to kiss me right now. even though you’re with her and she loves you and blah blah blah. you know you want to, you did once. we were so happy just let us go back to that please i dare you. double dog dare, cross my heart hope to die…just put it all on the line and hope for the best because this is all i have and all i need.
dare is like that drug program we did in school but no one really cared about it I mean sixth grade is too young to try to teach people about drugs no one is even using them yet and they really don’t give a shit so they forget everything by highschool so what’s the point of dare? they were always so boring bujt we got pencils I’m just going to keep writing even though there are typeos
dare, it goes along with peer pressure. “I dare you to…” and then whatever is dared, is followed by peer pressure. Why is there pressure to do something dared? But there isn’t pressure when you “dare to be different.”
dare to love dare to dream truth or dare i cant believe its not butter i dont know what to right daring write i mean write this way not the other this is crazy/ridiculous/dumb haha i love it i want to go on an adventure now, daring adventure with taylor swift she writes songs about stuff like this i think. fairytale stuff
I’m looking for a new job because the one I have now is unsatisfactory. I’m sick of lazy and entitled people who make money off the hard work of others and contribute nothing meaningful to the group. How dare they sit back and complain about how hard their lives are when they don’t even attempt to make an honest effort at anything. Yeah, I said it.
Really, these are probably the same losers who made their peers just as frustrated in school when everyone was assigned to work in groups on whatever project. Somehow they limped through the system and joy of joys now get to plague the rest of us with their spectacular incompetence.
I dare you to jump the bridge. The dare is a simple thing, a challenge, to force others to do for us what we are scared to do for ourselves. To find just how far one can go without actually doing it. Or we may find us daring ourselves to force ourselves to new heights.
It is the risk of that makes it exciting. Your afraid to try, fearful of the embarrassment. But others thrive on it. they will try and try again just to get that kick of the world looking on them in glory. And then the trick bike tumbles forward to far. The rider spins off his seat and cartwheels into the unyielding hard earth. Fifteen broken bones, one punctured lung, dozens of torn muscles and bruises. The brain is slammed into the side of the skull. the impacted tissue blood vessels burst and whole section of the left frontal cortex are beginning to suffocate. Memories wink out of existence as the broken body is lifted into a stretcher. Over the din of screaming from the stands, one voice is heard over all the rest. “MOM!”
All consciousness is gone as the bleeding in the brain continues. The blood pumps in and the pressure builds up causing the cerebral tissue to squish. The punctured lung has completely collapsed and the other is starting to flood.
Dare.. When I see dare I think of truth or dare. I never ever pick dare because usually you get dared to do things you really don’t want to do, and why would anyone really want to do that? Does that make them feel stronger or better? I guess I just like to do things I want to do and be myself.. I don’t care about dares. Although sometimes I joke around and say “I dare you!”
What’s in a dare? A thousand risks, a thousand opportunities. As you stand there, on the edge of your mind, with the lesser part of your conscience making decisions for you, can you tell me that the risk is worth the reward?
I was dared to do it. I had to now. It wasn’t a little kid dare. Just a plain dare that wasn’t so plain it ment to loose all or nothing. And now all I had was him. And he wasn’t even himself. So I didn’t know what to so I did it and as soon as I killed him he started to change back. It was horrible I didn’t know what to do besides run. And run and run. And I haven’t stopped. It’s been years and he hasn’t come back so this time I know I killed him for good.
On a dare once I had to run around the street, not naked, just run around It was one of those 10 year old parties so people hadn’t gotten very creative yet. But who am I to judge, right? I’ve never done anything crazy in my life
I dare you to jump, she said. I quickly turned my head towards her and said, “What will you give me if I do?” She retorted, “You’ll feel alive for the first time in your whole god-forsaken life.” I didn’t believe her. I looked over the cliff and took a deep breath. I gathered my skirts in my hands and leapt.
“How dare you! Do not talk to your mother that way! Who do you think you are young lady?” I grew up hearing those words at least a dozen times. I should have heard them more.
dare
I couldn’t dare to look him in the eye. He knew. He knew what I was hiding. And I couldn’t bear to think that I’d been lying to him all this while. When I was a child, I’d tell him everything. Every little thing. But now…now, things have changed. Now I’m a big girl and I’m miles away from him.
I didn’t want to cross that boundary. I didn’t want to feel futile. I didn’t want to be poor. But I was. And it was quite the fall from the three story mansion my parents built.
“I dare you to,” she said with a smirk. He hated when she looked at him like that. But she always did. He turned around and ran towards the truck, not once looking back. In fact, he never looked back, not even when he reached the east coast.
I dare you to feel rejection. Made you tremble, didn’t I? Rejection is one of the most feared things people can’t handle. I find it easy; I’ve had it happen all my life. And if they don’t like me, who gives a damn? It’s their opinion and I’m glad now that I don’t have to waste my time. I feel like I always create the rejection instead of actually accomplishing it though…
I dare you to take a leap of faith. Go ahead. It may scare you at first, so bad that you’ll turn around and run away from it all, that you’ll run and run, without ever stopping, so much that your legs will nearly fall off, and you’ll never ever look back. But by then, you will have missed so much.
I was once dared to jump from the top of the monkey bars. I hesitated. Scared that the fall would be long. The distance too far. I looked down at my sister. She had done it and she was much younger than I. I ended up falling.
It was just a simple dare, nothing too serious. Just plain, challenging fun. Nobody knew it would end up that way. Nobody thought it would be blown out of proportion. They all stood there, shock still evident in the way their bodies are shaking, sweaty hands clenched tight. They could only stand and stare as people scurried around the scene, the sound of sirens drowning out everything else.
To dare, daring one another to jump. To fall to make the leap. Dare is associated in my mind with anxiety for this same reason, anxiety and payment.
“I dare you.. to kiss me.”
“What?” Gale, blinked.
“You heard me. Kiss me.”
She looked at him, apprehensive. His face was twisted into that smirk she had grown accustomed to seeing… but to be consumed, to end the fight already? No.
“I-I can’t.”
Dare doesn’t really seem to be a real word. I think that it doesn’t have any relation to reality and never mind, dare just thought and realized it’s a word. I kinda feel stupid.
I double dog dare you…to…well, I just dare you. I tripple dog dare you to dare the person next to you….did you do it? No? I will. I just dared someone to jump up and down. He didn’t do it. He just stared at me with his puppy dog eyes, drooling out of the side of his mouth. Last time I dare someone to do something; how dare I.
“I dare you to do it.”
“No.”
“What, are you chicken?”
“No!”
“Then do it!”
She picked up the frog that was sitting in front of her and gently kissed it.
There was no spark. There was no prince.
She looked up at the little boy in front of her and realized that he was her prince.
“I dare you to kiss Jimmy.” said Barbra, with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “All right,” replied Cassidy, “Let’s get this over with.”
I dare you to do something – That word or phrase is used many times in very adolescent times, usually loosely… With age, the word starts to gain more importance, usually towards the negative… As in “How dare you”, or “you wouldn’t dare.” Dare is never used in a positive connotation, the closest being a comedic fashion.
I dare you to dare to dream. Dare is a word that invokes feels of greatness and courage. In this day and age, never is there enough who dare. I dare you to dare. So care to dare or live life feeling that it’s unfair.
We dare to take risks. We dare to take the plunge, to make a decision, to say what we shoudn’t have said, but why? Why do we dare? Why must we have this innate instinct to dream? Why not to stay, to never say it, to keep things the way they are? It’s safe to stay. It’s daring to plunge into the unknown.
She looked up at the sky and wondered how anyone could have every been okay with settling when there was so much out there. Settling with themselves and those they surrounded themselves with. it scared her, but with the society the way it was, how could she have even dared think so freely?
I dare you too live your life the way you want it. Not the way the media would approve or your friends or even your parents; how you would like to live. We only live life for a short while. Now I’m not saying go gamble all your money away or join in a game of Russian Roulette, just enjoy life (unless that’s your way of living.)
“I dare you to eat that sandwich.”
Greg groaned. “Are you kidding me? It’s weeks old.”
It looked older than that. More foreign, too. Not even like a sandwich anymore. No one had bothered to remove it from the fridge, so it was looking less like a club and more like an abomination. Not even hair or mold was growing on it. It just looked strange and pathetic and alone.
“Don’t do it,” whispered Betty. “You’re going to get sick.”
“Do it,” Paul urged.
“Truth or dare?” I sat in the basement of one of the boys in school. It was my first party. I was only in seventh grade. I had gotten here not five minutes earlier and we were already playing games my parents wouldn’t approve of.
Truth or dare. What to choose? If I said truth they would ask me to say who I had a crush on. Can’t choose that. He’s sitting right next to me. But if I said dare, they might ask me to kiss someone. And I certainly don’t want that.
i dare you to kiss me right now. even though you’re with her and she loves you and blah blah blah. you know you want to, you did once. we were so happy just let us go back to that please i dare you. double dog dare, cross my heart hope to die…just put it all on the line and hope for the best because this is all i have and all i need.
i dare you to lick your chin with your tongue in 6seconds, so i dared this girl and the next thing i see is a chimpanzee alike
ok
dare is like that drug program we did in school but no one really cared about it I mean sixth grade is too young to try to teach people about drugs no one is even using them yet and they really don’t give a shit so they forget everything by highschool so what’s the point of dare? they were always so boring bujt we got pencils I’m just going to keep writing even though there are typeos
dare, it goes along with peer pressure. “I dare you to…” and then whatever is dared, is followed by peer pressure. Why is there pressure to do something dared? But there isn’t pressure when you “dare to be different.”
Dusty chandeliers. Ignition of the clockwork soul. It was a leap of fate, not faith. Cluttered bones, flimsy quaint joints; she said she’d rather not.
dare to love dare to dream truth or dare i cant believe its not butter i dont know what to right daring write i mean write this way not the other this is crazy/ridiculous/dumb haha i love it i want to go on an adventure now, daring adventure with taylor swift she writes songs about stuff like this i think. fairytale stuff
I’m looking for a new job because the one I have now is unsatisfactory. I’m sick of lazy and entitled people who make money off the hard work of others and contribute nothing meaningful to the group. How dare they sit back and complain about how hard their lives are when they don’t even attempt to make an honest effort at anything. Yeah, I said it.
Really, these are probably the same losers who made their peers just as frustrated in school when everyone was assigned to work in groups on whatever project. Somehow they limped through the system and joy of joys now get to plague the rest of us with their spectacular incompetence.
I dare you to jump the bridge. The dare is a simple thing, a challenge, to force others to do for us what we are scared to do for ourselves. To find just how far one can go without actually doing it. Or we may find us daring ourselves to force ourselves to new heights.
Be bold, courageous, move forward, let it go, die and be reborn, stand up and fight, lie down and sleep, breathe, accept, redo, run, stop.
I wish upon a star that the world would stop spinning just for a dare. Once in a lifetime. Never again. A miraculous turn of events.
It is the risk of that makes it exciting. Your afraid to try, fearful of the embarrassment. But others thrive on it. they will try and try again just to get that kick of the world looking on them in glory. And then the trick bike tumbles forward to far. The rider spins off his seat and cartwheels into the unyielding hard earth. Fifteen broken bones, one punctured lung, dozens of torn muscles and bruises. The brain is slammed into the side of the skull. the impacted tissue blood vessels burst and whole section of the left frontal cortex are beginning to suffocate. Memories wink out of existence as the broken body is lifted into a stretcher. Over the din of screaming from the stands, one voice is heard over all the rest. “MOM!”
All consciousness is gone as the bleeding in the brain continues. The blood pumps in and the pressure builds up causing the cerebral tissue to squish. The punctured lung has completely collapsed and the other is starting to flood.
Dare.. When I see dare I think of truth or dare. I never ever pick dare because usually you get dared to do things you really don’t want to do, and why would anyone really want to do that? Does that make them feel stronger or better? I guess I just like to do things I want to do and be myself.. I don’t care about dares. Although sometimes I joke around and say “I dare you!”
What’s in a dare? A thousand risks, a thousand opportunities. As you stand there, on the edge of your mind, with the lesser part of your conscience making decisions for you, can you tell me that the risk is worth the reward?
I was dared to do it. I had to now. It wasn’t a little kid dare. Just a plain dare that wasn’t so plain it ment to loose all or nothing. And now all I had was him. And he wasn’t even himself. So I didn’t know what to so I did it and as soon as I killed him he started to change back. It was horrible I didn’t know what to do besides run. And run and run. And I haven’t stopped. It’s been years and he hasn’t come back so this time I know I killed him for good.
On a dare once I had to run around the street, not naked, just run around It was one of those 10 year old parties so people hadn’t gotten very creative yet. But who am I to judge, right? I’ve never done anything crazy in my life
I dare you to jump, she said. I quickly turned my head towards her and said, “What will you give me if I do?” She retorted, “You’ll feel alive for the first time in your whole god-forsaken life.” I didn’t believe her. I looked over the cliff and took a deep breath. I gathered my skirts in my hands and leapt.
“How dare you! Do not talk to your mother that way! Who do you think you are young lady?” I grew up hearing those words at least a dozen times. I should have heard them more.
i dare someone to jump from the biggest tree in the world to a little kiddies pool