Annabel
Member since Sunday, 10 January 2010
Country: United States

I think I might be back for now... Hopefully my writing will start to trickle back as I get comfortable sharing it again. :)

I go by Annabel but the real name's Erin. I am eighteen winters old; college dropout. I stand looking up at the world from only five feet tall.
I'm your average reality TV addict, book fanatic, self proclaimed shopaholic, piano, ukulele, guitar playing teenage girl. My passions fall into journaling, taking pictures, music, and painting. I also like to write, or else I wouldn't be here, eh?
If you asked me for my favorite ANYTHING I wouldn't be able to answer because I'm just THAT indecisive. I can be overly dramatic or completely stone faced. I have chronic procrastination and insane insecurities.
I hate when people self promote in comments on other people's books. It makes me feel as if I'm going mad and falls into the same category as plagiarism and adultery in my opinion. So, don't do it. Only give honest opinions in your comments because that's the nice thing to do. If you're trying to get word out about your book, advertise somewhere besides on other people's books...
Meeting new people on here brings me joy, which means I'd love to hear from YOU. (Yes, that means you.)
Message me ANYTIME.

You should read K. LiCausi's work. It's glorious.
That is all.

List of books

A small collection of my poetry, some structured, some free-verse.
Poetry
 
9
Claire's family is slowly falling apart. When she meets Nate, he becomes her lifeboat in this ocean of devastation.
Romance
 
4
This is who I am.
Poetry
 
2
Up here on the tenth floor, I stand on the edge of the window and my mind. I teeter back and forth between jumping and stepping back.
Short Stories
 
1
Itís a desolate place when memories become the only thing you have left.
Short Stories
 
1
In his last letter, he mentioned coming to her. So every day she waits at the window for him to come and save her from her longing heart.
Short Stories
 
1
A sad woman grieving alone, a dead mother, and a radio that soothes the pain.
Short Stories
 
1
Itís not a perfect world. I am broken. I am lost. And Iím afraid Iíll never change. A true account of life with an eating disorder.
Short Stories
 
1