Writings and Mindless Wanderings

"See you soon" he said to me after we hugged in the street I smiled sadly and waved, wishing the time could skip to two weeks The past few weeks play in my head like a picture I hoep that when you go back, you try not to kiss her. I never thought I'd like you, just thought I liked the way you held me But it turns out I like you, and all the things you tell me. I tried so hard not to like you, I liked to keep up my wall But then you look at me with that smile, and all I can do is fall. You hugged me tighter than ever while we were dancing real slow I told you that I'll miss you and you whispered "wait for me to come home."

The lights surrounding us are so bright So bright that they are blinding I used to not care about the lights Only the blinding light from your smile But now I only want the sun to set To hide away the light So I can finally see

In one moment I'm so blissfully happy Then the next, you leave me in pain. And I'll never understand if you mean the things you say. I'll never forget what you did Or the things you said in May But I feel happier knowing you could never make me happy for longer than a day.

A Song for the Gamblers The screaming and crying, hysterically laughing and sirens express all the times I tried Internally trying to fight all my demons, it seems that I've lost again this time When will the cards show, the different side to you I know I'm starting to realize that maybe its time to  Fold All the pages you skipped over Start a new story I'm through and I'm older Be Bold The cowardice you showed  Proved that you're guilty It's time to stop cheating You Showed Your troubled past and how you felt But if life's a game, you can't blame it on the hand you were dealt Now Fold You need to stop you hurting before you gamble your life away Just Fold

Dear Ms. Epstein, I’m currently looking to publish my YA debut novel  I Remember When.  I think you might find an interest in this, because you said that you were looking for new voices in fiction. My book is reminiscent of the film  Midnight in Paris  as well as the book  The Mortal Instruments. My story is about a strong-willed girl with an old soul and affinity for the past named Evelyn. She has recently moved to a new town, and began working at an antique store called “I Remember When.” The owner of this store is an old Russian man with a temper named Aleksei. She is constantly being bothered by a frustratingly obnoxious man named Isaiah who is insistent on annoying Eve throughout her day.  One day, Eve goes into the closet of the store and finds a mysterious letter addressed to Aleksei from the 1960s from a man named Barnabas Moreau. This man is warning Alek to “stop messing with time” and to “keep the girl from harm.” Eve gets back to work until she goes to the back r

Elizabeth makes her way down the aisle of the airplane into her seat. She sighs a happy sigh and starts reading. Derrick make his way to Elizabeth. Derrick: I think you're in my seat. Elizabeth: No, I don't believe so. I payed extra for this. Derrick: No Im positive. Elizabeth: Well I dont know what to tell you. I paid for Row F Seat A and this is where Im staying. Derrick: Ok miss whats your name? Elizabeth: Elizabeth but I-- Derrick: Okay listen Lizzy, I paid for this seat and I am NOT going to sit in some aisle seat for some old smelly dude to step on my feet and push past me on his way to the bathroom. Elizabeth: Well then I guess you'll just learn to embrace the smell. Derrick. Thats it. Miss flight attendent? yes. This woman here wont remove her self from MY seat that I bought. Elizabeth: Miss. Look at my ticket. It says right here Row F Seat A. And this obnoxious man has been pestering me for 10 minutes. Derrick:10 minutes? Are you crazy, lady? It's b