Story Time II

Hello amazing people!

I want to keep this intro super short. Below you will find one of my short stories. This one is a completed one unlike my last one, which if you have not read please feel free to check it out: Please feel free to provide me with some constructive criticism. Always looking for ways to improve my writing. I don’t really want to say much about it because I don’t want to affect your opinion about my work. I should say that the word in italics are in spanish. I tried to use the spanish words in such a way that are understandable in context. If you would like any translations for anything or would like to know some background info just let me know in the comments. Here are some words that I used a lot: Abuelo (Grandpa), Papi (Dad), Amor (Love). I hope you enjoy! Please, please, please tell me what you think of it in the comments! ❤ 🙂

Para Abuelo

            “I guess I wasn’t really thinking about what would happen. I just wanted to do something nice for him. I needed to. I thought that Papi would like it too,” I said. I was sitting on the couch and there was Wolfgang, in his blue plaid sweater, on the other couch, waiting for me to continue. I don’t even feel comfortable talking to my pup. How can I talk to a therapist? He was still staring at me. Why do I have to do all the talking? I wish you could at least nod and ask how I feel I pressed my back against the couch and sank farther into it. I could feel his eyes boring a hole into my face, he’s probably thinking, “Why’d you put me in this sweater, Lina? We’re in Puerto Rico and it’s 90 degrees out.”

I looked at his white and brown floppy ears, his brown and blue eyes, his pink tongue which was drooling on the couch and the blue sweater. I think you look cute, yet professional. I wont keep you in the sweater for long though. I couldn’t help but smile at Wolfy, he was only one year old and already he was too big to lay down on the cushion. “Fine, I’ll talk,” I said, “but if I start crying you gotta come sit on my lap. You think I could bring you with me if I go to that appointment?”

“Woof,” he said as his ears perked up.

“I’ll take that as a yes, Lina! Take me, take me.” Wolfy put his head on top of the arm rest. He’s ready to listen; I know I should start but where do I begin?

“I’m just going to wing it, Wolfy,” I sighed, “So, yesterday I blindfolded Papi before he got into the car so that he would be completely surprised when we arrived at the gallery on campus. Papi loves that I decided to his university, La Universidad Inter-Americana de Puerto Rico in San Germán. We call it La Inter for short, because that’s just too much to say. The whole way there it was raining and thundering while he was complaining about how surprises weren’t very enjoyable and that being in the dark sucked. None of us liked surprises any more, or the dark because we found out that Abuelo died in the middle of the night. I think that was why Papi finally agreed to get you last year. He always says, “Who will dare bother us in the dark when we have a mighty hound like this? Nadie.

With that last bit Wolfgang sat up straight, he was a big pup but still too cute to be very scary. “You know Wolfy, I think Papi just liked the idea of cuddling up with you. Anyway, for twenty minutes I was driving though what felt like a hurricane, he was complaining, and I was pretty exited about my surprise. When we got to the gallery my heart was racing and all of a sudden I was worried that Papi wouldn’t like what I did. Mami was working at the hospital so it was just us. I promised to take her later on in the week, but honestly, I was glad it would just be me and Papi. Don’t tell her that, though.”

Wolfy sighed and I knew it was his way of saying, “Fine.”

“I kept Papi blindfolded until we got inside. Wolfy, the turn out was amazing! There were so many people walking around and speaking in hushed tones. I couldn’t believe it,” I said. I knew my eyes were tearing up but I was just happy so Wolfy stayed in his seat.

“I made Papi stand in the entrance hall where Abuelo’s photo stood on an easel. It’s the one where he is wearing his favorite white guayabra with short sleeves. I picked this picture because I love the way the white fabric makes his dark skin and hair glow. He looked happy. Just looking at the photo brought back all kinds of memories of us going to church functions together, but I don’t go to church anymore. Papi doesn’t like that I’m losing my faith. So, every sunday we have a fight. I appreciate it when you stand between us, Wolfy. I know you don’t like to see us fight but why do I have to go to God every week? What do I have to say to him? That’s what was running through my head, but it was supposed to be a happy day so I decided to take the blindfold off and see what Papi would do.

Ques esto, Adelina?” He didn’t say it in an angry tone so that was good. I grabbed his hand; it is almost exactly like Abuelo’s but it’s just a lighter brown and less wrinkly. I was staring and I guess Papi noticed because he put his other hand under my chin and made me look into his eyes. “Lina? Where are we?”

I smiled at him and I pulled him into the plain white room that displayed all of Abuelo’s paintings. I’ve never seen a prettier room. All of Abuelo’s paintings had a pair of emperor penguins in them. The taller penguin was the oldest and that one was supposed to represent him and the tiny fluffy one was supposed to be either Papi or me. Abuelo told Papi it was him before I was born but then the fluffy one became me. I don’t know why he loved penguins so much because we don’t have penguins in P.R., but Papi and I never really asked because it didn’t matter. What mattered was that the penguins were us.

Once Papi saw that the paintings on the wall were Abuelo’s he covered his face and started to cry. What is a daughter supposed to do when she see’s her father cry, Wolfgang? It took all of my strength not to fall to my knees and flood the room with raging rivers of salt water. Here was this 6-foot tall man that everyone one always said reminded them of that god father guy from that movie, crying at the sight of penguin paintings. And then there I was, frozen, staring, but then I hugged him. I heard his sniffles… all I could say was I’m sorry I shouldn’t have done this. He just shook his head and wiped the tears away,” I said as I wiped my own tears. Wolfgang hopped off the couch to come lay by my side. He laid his head on my lap and I was petting his back with one hand while the other played with his ear. “You kind of stink, Wolfy. Maybe its time for a little bañito, I said.

            Wolfy whined in response. Youre so touchy when it comes to your smell. I scratched his ear to apologize.

“With a shaky sigh he took my hand and walked to the nearest painting. I saw my art professor, who helped me organize this and I smiled. But then she walked over to us and I got really nervous about what she was going to say.

Hola, Lina. Mucho gusto, Don Andres,” Profesora Ortiz said before she gave us a kiss us on the cheek. I felt awkward standing there, because I’ve been skipping class lately and when I went my paintings were sloopy, the flowers looked like multicolored blobs, the scenery paintings looked flat and boring. I know that they suck, but I’m in a sucky mood, so what did she expect?

“Lina, you have a great turn out here. I hope this will inspire you to paint as you use to. This could all one day be for you,” she said smiling. I smiled back and Papi put his hand on my shoulder.

“It would be nice to see you painting in the house again,” he said.

I pressed Wolfgang closer to me. “I knew he meant to finish that sentence with: instead of crying all the time. I don’t know, Wolfy. Papi and la profe just don’t get it. Abuelo taught me to paint. He showed me how to hold a brush, how to blend colors, how to add depth with shading,” I said, “ You can’t think of Abuelo and not think of painting. I feel Abuelo too much when I paint. Then I get mad because he isn’t here.”

Wolfy nuzzled me and I took a deep breath to calm down before I continued, “Papi and I thanked her for her help, and we brought our attention back to the painting in front of us. We saw it was the one that Abuelo painted when we were on his coffee farm together. The pair of penguins are sitting on the porch with a coffee mug in their flippers watching the sun set over the ocean. Abuelo called it “Pinguinos con café.” After looking at it for a while Papi said, “Lina, look at the sunset here. Your Abuelo used to say that he caught the sun just as it was about to clock out. I can’t tell you how many sunsets he and I spent like that, drinking fresh café, watching the sun clock out, and telling stories. I always told him about stuff that happened on the farm, like how one time I was walking back to the house for dinner when all these birds left the tree I was walking under at once, which made all the mangos come pouring down on me. I showed Abuelo all my bruises that evening and we laughed while we tried to come up with a bad-ass story to explain why I looked that way.”

I wanted to know what stories Abuelo told Papi but those are Papi’s memories, maybe he wants to keep them to himself. So I just smiled and kept walking to the next painting. Papi’s breath was still shaky, but he wasn’t crying anymore. He was wearing a blue shirt that day, nothing fancy, but I like that color on him. He looks so much like Abuelo. His hair is black and curly; it looks like it would be rough to the touch but it’s actually soft. Papi kept his hair at the same length as Abuelo, not long enough where the curls would tickle the ears but not short like a buzz cut either, perfectly in between. I had to close my eyes and just breathe for a second. Papi noticed. When I opened my eyes he was smiling at me, but I could see the worry in his eyes. I smiled back and looked at our hands. I wish my skin were a bit darker but I kind of like the contrast in colors.

“Lina? Do you remember this one?” The painting we were standing in front of showed the two penguins leaning over the glass bottom of the boat they are sitting in. Their faces were bathed in the green glow from the water in Bio Bay. Abuelo called this one “Los Extraterrestres.” With another smile I told Papi about the time that Abuelo took me kayaking at a Bio Bay. I thought the water was magical and wanted to take some of it with me. I didn’t understand that the water only glowed when it was disturbed; Abuelo just told me to enjoy the magic while we were surrounded in it. I remember how he triple checked that my life vest was secure and how he jumped into the water first so that he could hold me in case it didn’t work when we went swimming. Papi laughed and told me that he threatened to never speak to him again, if Abuelo let something bad happen to me while we were on that trip.

I looked all around me and there were so many happy images. Abuelo usually made the penguins look like they were smiling. I don’t feel like smiling. Neither does Papi but Abuelo always said, “Uno simper se ve mas lindo con una sonrisa.” One always looks pretty with a smile. Papi always answered with, “That’s because we are ugly criers.” Which I totally agree with but I like that Abuelo was always so positive. He always had something nice to say. He had happy eyes and a contagious smile. He told the best jokes. His laughter put everyone in a good mood. He gave the best hugs. He smelled like fresh coffee…

“Lina, you have to try to stay here, hijita. Stay in the moment.” I only then just felt his hand resting on my shoulder. Papi worries about me. I smiled at him to let him know that I was there. We kept walking in search of another painting we could talk about. I stopped at a painting Papi ignored. He noticed. The painting was called “Perdon.” In this one he only painted the older penguin. It had a bandaid on the side of its head and it was sitting in a wheel chair in a hospital room. His strokes were shaky, the image didn’t look as crisp as it always did in previous ones. It all looked blurred. The walls and bed in the background were painted in gray scale. The only color that popped was the pale yellow around the penguins neck, the pale orange of its beak, and the red and white bandaid on its head. Abuelo painted this when he first moved into the nursing home. Abuelo had Alzheimer’s and he painted it to apologize for forgetting us. He said it was his last good bye because pretty soon he wouldn’t know that we were his family. He never said anything about dying…

Then the lights went out in the gallery room. Papi later told me that the lights were only out for three minutes. All I remember is that one moment I was looking at the penguin with the bandaid, then I couldn’t see anything, but then…then I was somewhere else. I was in my bed. I felt Papi’s hand in my hair and I heard his sniffles. I woke up because it tickles when people play with my hair. But the sniffles…hearing them made me look at the clock. It was 3:25 in the morning. I couldn’t see Papi I just heard him. He said, “Ay, amor, Papi se murio.” Then he sobbed, and I was frozen. I wanted to cry but tears wouldn’t come. I just listened to Papi, then I noticed myself patting his shoulder. He took my hand and kissed it. We just sat there, in the dark.

I’m never going to see Abuelo’s smile. I’ll never feel crushed during his bear hugs again. I’ll never hear his voice, his laugh. That’s when I started to cry. At this point I came back to the here, where I was standing next to Papi in the gallery. My throat burned, and my face was wet. I felt Papi’s arms around me. I heard him trying to tell me to come back to the moment in the gallery. We had to leave once he realized I was in the now. This time he drove us home and told me I have to see a therapist. I fought with him and told him I didn’t need to. But he’s making me go.


“How was that Wolfgang?” At the sound of his name Wolfy’s ears perked. I patted the sofa cushion next to me and he came running. While I was scratching his ears Papi walked into the room. His nose scrunched up and his lips puckered like there was a bad smell. He doesn’t like Wolfgang’s sweater.

“Lina, I hate it when you dress the dog up! That is one of my favorite sweaters and now there is dog hair all over it!”

With a smile I looked at Wolfy and picked a fuzz ball off the sweater. Who needs a therapist when I could just talk to you? Wolfy jumped off the couch and went to greet Papi. Papi isn’t that mad because he goes down on his knees to give our pet a good scratch on its neck. “Papi, do I really have to go? I was just talking to Wolfy. I told him everything. I feel better now.”

With a grunt Papi stood up and stared at me. “Hija, what does a perro know about grief? He can’t help you. Come on put on some shoes and we’ll go. It’s not so bad, amor. You’ll see.”


Thank you, so much for reading it! Don’t forget to tell me what you think in the comments ❤ I’m looking forward to hearing your thoughts!

Sending you lots of love,

Meandering Meli


Love, Love, Love

Hello beautiful people!

Lately, I came to a self realization that I must say was quite bothersome for me but I figured that there is NO WAY that I’m the only one that is this way. So, here I am embracing myself, my weirdness and loving myself anyway. Please, let me know if you can relate.

Love is such a beautiful act. Falling in love is so much fun and so consuming, but it can be very scary because it is an act that forces you to be vulnerable with a person you care so deeply for.

I have never had a problem giving out love whether it be to family, friends, or a lover. I’m very affectionate. Everyone who is close to me will tell you that I’m a hugger! Actually they might say that I’m a bit touchy lol I’ll hold your hand, kiss your cheek, slap your knee, link my arm with yours, jump on your back, pet your hair, caress your face, you name it! I’ve been told plenty of times to dial it back a bit and that’s cool because if I love you enough to be that annoying I can totally respect your wishes!

For all of you I haven’t had the fortune of meeting, don’t worry! I only get all touchy when I’m super comfortable with you, which means you’ll be comfortable enough to tell me to quit it! LOL

I went off on a tangent, sorry! Okay, what I realized is that it is easy for me to love but hard for me to accept that someone could love me as much as I love them. How crazy is that? What a catch 22 it is…

Recently I had been feeling like everything was just going too well with my Angel. I started to feel like he didn’t want me to be around him so much. Not just with him but also with his family. I felt like I was wearing out my welcome in their home. I was being too sensitive over little comments that meant no offense.

I had a good talk with my Angel about how I was feeling and he quickly reminded me that I was behaving negatively. Self-destructive. Not in a physical manner but with my thoughts. I was tearing myself down. I let my self-esteem get low. So, I had to make myself stop! Jeez…is that hard.

To deal with this I just started to tell myself, “I am worthy of love. I am worthy of all things good. I am worthy.” It is a mantra that I tell myself everyday. And saying it makes me feel good.

Everyone is worthy of all good things. The world deserves love. The world needs it. Everyone has their own inner battles going on and one smile or kind word can go a long way. In another person’s happiness you may sometimes find your own. So I hope we can all start reaching out to more people and create bonds that are beautifully meaningful. Don’t look for someone to live for but instead look for someone to enjoy life with!

Sending you so much love,

Meandering Meli

Last Minute Gift Ideas!

Ok so we are running out of time to do some gift shopping! If you looking for some ideas as gifts I have a few that any girl would like.

Books! Hold on, I know what you’re thinking! A book sounds like a bad gift, but let me assure you it is not! If you know someone really well it is not that hard to pick a book that they will love! And if you can inspire the love for reading in someone who hasn’t really enjoyed it before that’s wonderful!

I have a couple of friends who love books as much as I do but I have a ton of family and a few friends who aren’t as enthusiastic about it. But like I said it’s not so hard to pick a book for a person you know pretty well. Here’s how I do it:

I think of the person and their personality. Then I think of the things that they like to talk about/ do. When I think of a book I look for a general genre that would connect with a big part of their personality. Then to narrow it down I look for characters/ plot that the person could some how identify with.


I have a cousin who is a young mom but she’s like my sister and best friend. I like to think that I know her pretty well. This is what I can say about her personality: positive thinker, romantic, caring, fun, and brave. In the past she was forced to read books that she thought were boring and this is what I believe turned her off reading books.

The genre that I would pick for her would be a romance. Since she is married and madly in love I think she would enjoy reading a love story with a strong female character but because she is a positive thinker and very brave I think she would get more enjoyment out of a racey/adventurous story.

Here are my picks for her:

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Fifty Shades of Grey by E.L. James Ahh the book that has caused so much commotion lol I think this is great for a lot of women because it talks about sex in a way that people have never really heard of before. I think that this is a pretty good “Wow” factor of the book and because it is so popular, the person we give this to will pretty much always find someone they can talk about the book with.

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Bared to You by Sylvia Day This book is also a great pick. The couple in this book is similar to the 50 shades book (rich guy and normal girl) but they have a stronger bond. I think that this book really lets the reader into the relationship and see why they fall in love. Also the plot of the story I think is better structured, and has a lot of fun twists.

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Fixed on You by Laurelin Paige And finally this book! The Fixed Trilogy is a really fun one. Similar to the previous books because there is a rich guy and a semi normal girl lol. This one has the excitement of the night life, the couple’s relationship is super hot, and the plot is filled with lots of fun twists and turns to follow.

I hope I explained my thought process well enough to help you think of some books you could get for your loved ones. I really think that books would make a great gift. ❤ If you have any questions or concerns let me know in the comments below! 🙂 Keep an eye out I’d like to make a few more “books as presents” posts today.

Merry Christmas all!

Sending you lots of love,

Meandering Meli

Holiday Blues

Hello everyone! Happy holidays ❤ 🙂

I hope everyone is surrounded by love and happiness.

For some I know that the holidays could be a hard time to be happy. Especially when a loved one is not there to celebrate with you. What is great about the holidays though, is that we can make our own traditions! I’d like to share with you the holiday tradition I started last year.

I recently lost my Abuelo (grandfather) to Alzheimer’s. This year will be the second Christmas I spend without him. Last Christmas I wasn’t so jolly but I hear that the first Christmas is always the toughest. I don’t know if that is very true but all I can do is to try to honor his memory as best I can. For me this holiday is really hard because Christmas was also Abuelo’s birthday.

For some reason my family has refused to celebrate his birthday and they decided to just mark the day he died on the calendar as a day to celebrate his life. I just don’t like that but I understand that everyone grieves differently. So, I respectfully do my own thing on Christmas day.

What I decided to do is to light a candle and sing him happy birthday. I do this on my own because I don’t want to offend anyone else and I definitely don’t want anyone to tell me what I’m doing is wrong. (My family is opinionated and they aren’t afraid to share their thoughts.Very loud people lol) I really miss my Abuelo. He had the best laugh and gave the best hugs. That is what I want to remember about him.

I am quite the cry baby and Abuelo use to tell me: “Con una sonrisa siempre te ves mas linda.” Which means: “With a smile you always look prettier.” He probably said that because I’m an ugly crier LOL! When I get sad I think about this and it always cheers me up.  I hope he knows that I always think of him.

For those who are missing a departed loved one all I can recommend is to think of a tradition you can start that will remind you of happy moments with your loved ones. For me celebrating my Abuelo’s birthday is one of my happiest memories because he always treated my gifts as if they were a precious jewel and envelope me in a huge bear hug! So, for me singing him happy birthday reminds me of this and it makes me happy while I am sad. Does that make sense?

I think that during the holidays the important thing to do is to do what makes you happy and to spread as much love around as you possibly can. Even if you aren’t the happiest during the holiday, remember to share your smile. Everyone is fighting their own battle and your kindness could make a world of a difference.

Do you have a unique holiday tradition?  Tell me about it below 🙂

Enjoy they holiday, I’m sending you lots of love! ❤

Meandering Meli


P.S. I’m working up the nerve to share a short story that I wrote in dedication to Abuelo. So, stay tuned! 🙂 In honor of sharing smiles, here is a cute picture I found on Pinterest that made me smile: e00f2b7ada188214d878c1670e4cd902

My Current Favorite Lip Looks

Disclaimer: I am not a makeup artist as all!

I love experimenting with make-up and trying new things. I admit that I don’t really know much about technique but I’m learning. Besides people don’t look at me in disgust, so I’m thinking I’m doing an okay job on myself. 🙂 If you like this post and want to see more like it please let me know!

I learned everything I know from one of my best friends, I talked about her in my “Tag! I’m it! A Look into My Life” post, if you’re interesting in learning a bit about me. ❤ Anyway, my bestie is a goddess when it comes to makeup. She’s really talented and has really been pretty successful lately, I’m trying to convince her to start a blog or a youtube channel lol I’ll let you know when she starts one. (Notice I said “when” lol) She taught me the basics because I’m a huge bookworm and I had no clue where to even start! I don’t think I started wearing makeup until I was about 17.

What made me decide to give makeup a go was honestly the fact that I wanted some change in my life. I use to be pretty anti-makeup but that was just me being an ignorant hormonal feminist teenage girl. Anyway I love art and one day it hit me. My bestie is an artist and her face is her canvas. Experimenting with make up made her happy and she was really good at it and I thought, “What could be more empowering for a young woman than to discover that she has a talent that brings her happiness?” If you can’t tell, I really love her ❤

My current makeup obsession is lipliner and lipsticks! Being that it is winter I really enjoy playing with purples so I thought it would be fun to share some of my favorite lip looks to wear! Maybe it will inspire some of you for your holiday looks. Let me know if you end up experimenting with the products, I want to see! Lets share ideas ❤

Last Saturday I thought I would try to mix and match a lipliner and lipstick. My lipliner is by Jordana in the color Cabernet. And I paired it with a NYX Matte lipstick in the color Sweet Pink (MLS17)


In case your are like me and aren’t sure how to wear the two I’ll explain what I did. First your lips should be pretty smooth, I would recommend using aquaphor (just a little to put moister and smoothness to the lips) then do your makeup and leave the lips for last. Once you get to the lips you start by putting on the lipliner as a base color for your lips, fill in your lips completely with the liner. Then put on lipstick on top of the liner color. I usually like to blot my lips to get rid of the excess. This way I don’t stain my angel when I kiss him.

Together these products form a very pretty shade of purple. I was really happy because I think it looked really great on me. At least I felt great wearing it! Here was my look that day:


I also think I was having a great hair day lol In this look I went very neutral with my eyes to let my lips stand out.

My lip look today is similar because I used the same lipliner but I paired it with a Revlon Super Lustrous lipstick called Wink for Pink 616. I got the lipstick a few years ago, so I’m not sure if you guys can buy it now. But if you have a bright pink color you should get a similar result that I got.


I think this new color is very pretty, it’s kind of a rosey-burgundy color. Today I didn’t really feel like doing a full face makeup so I just did a very neutral eye look a little blush, and my lip look.


I have always had a problem with my lips because they are very full and I secretly wish they were thinner like my sister’s, which is crazy I know but it’s how I feel. Don’t judge me too harshly.

For me it’s a big deal to bring attention to my lips. I am doing my best to get over my lip thing and using makeup is really helping me fall in love with them. For that I love makeup. It helps make a woman feel better about herself.

Thanks for reading guys! I hope you enjoyed my lip looks as much I do!

Sending you love,

Meandering Meli

P.S. The secret to wearing any bold lip is confidence, I know you have it in you. So, whip out that lipstick and go conquer the world! ❤ 🙂

Hair Changes!

I have no idea why but every four years or so I get an urge to change myself. I know that a person always changes. I am also sure that during that four year interim I have made many little changes, it all a part of growing and I totally get that! But, what I mean is that I feel the urge to change my look, and for me it has always resulted in a new hair cut!

It’s been about 4 or five years since I really changed my hair look. While interning for a magazine I have learned about a great program that allows you to donate your hair (even colored hair) to make a wig and give it to cancer patients for FREE. Once I learned about this program I got the itch to cut my hair, because I thought it was time and I thought it would make me feel pretty good.

Boy, was I right!

So this is what I looked like with my hair long:


Sorry about the cheesy smile but I was snap chatting a new friend who hadn’t seen my hair straight yet lol Hopefully you can see but in case you can’t my hair was to my waist. I really enjoyed having my hair long, there were lots of styles that I played with and what girl doesn’t love long healthy hair?! Beside I worked really hard to grow it out, so I was proud!

Here’s my current haircut:


I cut my hair for lots of reasons. The biggest was that I wanted to change myself in some physical way and this is what I thought of. I feel like I’ve grown a lot in the past few years. I have endured some pretty depressing things but I have also been really fortunate. So, a haircut is what comes to my mind when I think of change lol

I donated my hair in November to Pantene. Below is the link if you are interested. I seriously encourage it. Hair can always grow back and you’ll make a difference ❤

Have you ever donated your hair? Who did you donate to? What new look did you go for?

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Sending you love,

Meandering Meli

Story Time!

It is crazy cold outside, well at least it is here in New Jersey. Something about the cold weather today made me want to share a small piece of fiction I wrote during the spring of 2014. Maybe because I wrote it when it was warmer and I want to be warm again…I don’t know.

I don’t think that I will share the prompt that encouraged me to write this. What I would love is for you to read it, without knowing it because it might give some things away. It’s not long so, do me this favor, and read it, please. ❤ I’m pretty good at handling criticism so, if you have any advice for me I would be happy to hear it. If you are curious about the prompt let me know in the comments below, I’d be happy to share.

Warning: It’s kinda creepy (at least I think it is). Enjoy!

Fuck Karma

            Living in the city is convenient. With so many things happening all at once it’s easy for me to do what I want. No one will pay attention to a young white guy in a suit when a young black guy is around the corner. I’m not saying that’s ok, but I’m taking advantage of my surroundings, so whatever.

I got off work a few hours ago, some idiot asked me if I wanted to grab a drink with her. She wasn’t the hottest girl in my department but I was bored so I decided to go. I know the night didn’t turn out the way she wanted but I feel like I am on top of the world. “New York is a jungle and I’m the king, baby.” That’s what I told her before we left that ritzy lounge. She smiled. Idiot.

            Now I’m walking around in my city and I feel like I am seeing it through new eyes. The lights on all the buildings are shinning a little brighter. The people on the sidewalk are going about their business completely unaware of their surroundings. It’s easy to blend in here. I take a second to stop and see the skyscrapers all around me but they just look like giant trees that I can hide behind while I hunt. I know there is a huge smile on my face because someone else would look at them and it would make them feel as small as a bug. Idiots. When I turn towards the sidewalk to keep walking I see that there is a group of New York’s finest on the corner, I know that seeing them should cause some emotion in my gut but I feel great. “Evening, Officers.” I said with a smile. They looked at me for a second and my heart started to race. They nodded and I kept walking.

Idiots. I know that they’ll think back on that little exchange and hate themselves for it. As I’m walking I pass by one of my favorite bars in the city, Proletariat. I almost decide not to go inside but this woman with a long slender neck walks past me and goes into the bar. Why stop at one? I walk into the bar right after her. I have a seat right next to her. I smile at her. I order a beer for her. When we leave the bar I put my hand on the back of her neck and say, “New York is a jungle and I am the king, baby.” She smiles. Idiot.

Thank you for reading this, friends! Let me know what you think about my mini story in the comments. Any feed back is good feed back! Also, let me know if you would like to read more of my work. I have a few more  stories that I could share. I plan on writing during winter break so there will be plenty to come. Thanks again for reading this! ❤ 🙂

Sending you lots of love!

Meandering Meli