Monica Carneiro
Bio
Novelist and Screenplay Writer. I am just trying to write some relatable content. Hope you all enjoy!
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My Last Story. Content Warning.
I write these words and hope they hold value once I'm gone. First and foremost, I want to state that my no longer being with you all has nothing to do with all of the beautiful lives you all showed me. The memories are what guide me through this dark tunnel. Because I do not shed tears as I write this, I am in no pain. But in fact, this is the most clear-minded I have been in as long as I can remember.
By Monica Carneiro8 months ago in Poets
My 2024
My goal for Vocal this year is to participate more. Engage more. I want to not only publish more work, but I want to read more of others' work here. I also want to take the skills I am learning while getting my bachelor's in creative writing and play with them on this site. Use any techniques I learn, not only for assignments but for my publishings with Vocal.
By Monica Carneiro2 years ago in Humans
Broken.
Monica Carneiro 5/22/2017 Broken It had been months since I last saw you in person. But from what I can tell, those few months broke you. I couldn’t help but silently stare at you, taking note of the dark bags that had formed under your eyes, how those eyes no longer had a shine, your face seemed to have aged years. Fully taking your appearance in I couldn’t help the frown that made its way onto my lips. You were so broken and that was so obvious, but damn, so was I and you didn’t give a shit. All I wanted to do was walk up to you and hold you in my arms, take away any, and all, pain you were feeling and make sure you left with a smile on your face and a better view on life. Though, truth be told, I don’t believe you deserved any of that from me. I loved you, still do, and there is absolutely no doubt in my mind about that. But you left, and quite frankly, that had been for the best. You left and I had to go through everything alone, and god I wouldn’t have wished that on my worst enemy, but I don’t think you were willing to let me help at this point. As much as I may have wanted to help make all your issues disappear I don’t think you would allow me to do so. So instead, I stood those few feet away from you, still frozen from our eyes meeting. I didn’t dare move towards you, I didn’t even breathe. You looked so shocked, as though you just saw a ghost. I will admit I have changed so much since the last time you had seen me. Quite frankly, maybe you were seeing a ghost, because the me you knew was dead. Although, from the looks of it, the you I had known seems fairly dead as well.
By Monica Carneiro3 years ago in Confessions
