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Psychotic Maniacal Sanity Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2012 7:18 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2012 1:42 pm
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Okay, since nobody else has posted, I guess I'll start us off.
Dear Nyssa,
I know that I've been a little neglectful darling, but you've not been forgotten. I promise. In fact, I have a whole bundle of new ideas and I'll hopefully be able to work on all of them this summer. Are you excited? I'm thinking we should work on Calista a little bit, and make her less of a cliche. That was a problem... Don't be thinking that it'll be any easier this time around though - I still haven't figured out how I'll fix any of your conflict, so at this point you're on your own I'm afraid.
Still, being alone with conflict is better than being stuck in the recesses of my mind, yes? I'm sure you're getting sick of banging around in that gloomy attic with nobody but your sister to talk to; I know that she can be a bit flighty, and you're always the one I think of.
Listen, just hold on tight for a little bit longer. I can't tell you much about the future because that would - well, it would be telling, darling, and we all know that one should Show Not Tell. Don't get your knickers in a twist and I'll have you out in no time.
Just a heads up.
Cordially, The Author.
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Dear "Cordially",
You sound like a toff. Do you really think that this is a good idea? Contrary to popular belief, your mind is rather cushy and I quite like it up here. You needn't hurry. There are sofas and everything.
Also, I'd appreciate it if you could be a little nicer about Calista. I know she can be a pest - and something of a bore - but she is still my sister, you know, and I'm quite fond of her. Cliche or not, please don't change her too much, I've grown rather attached.
Although you can change that Finn boy all you like. I'm altogether sick of him.
Don't be too quick about it, now.
Best, Nyssa.
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Dear Nyssa,
Sorry. Flinn isn't in the workings to be changed at all. My bad. (Also, I like what you did with 'Cordially'. Very funny. Now stop being witty and go on and work some more on your politics).
Love, The Author
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Psychotic Maniacal Sanity Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2012 3:56 pm
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[[I kinda used this idea in a different way... I made it so that it was one character in a story I'm writing talking to another. I hope it's still acceptable to post here. <<; If it's not, let me know and I'll take it down.]]
If I could change things...
I'd start this letter with a 'hello', or a 'dear Liam', but it won't really make a difference, will it? Every day I find a spot to write to you; I've uprooted things and killed insects, I've brought water and stiff sticks, all so I can send my messages into the earth. You're a part of that now. Makes more sense than to burn paper, or to send a letter to the sky.
You're right, I don't have paper. Even when you're not here, you have to criticise me.
I suppose you're right, though, but you should know that I don't need paper. I don't need anything you thought you needed, or anyone else thinks they need. It makes me happy to write in the soft dirt of my new home, and so that should be enough for you. I don't want to be rude with you, not now. Just remember that my happiness is important. It's why I'm still down here.
They left when you did, though not in the same way. They went back up in that small metal lift, that tiny container for tiny, conformed minds, back up where they belong. I ordered them. There was a glitch in things, a loophole in the system, and I ended up in command. I'm sure you're shocked, but it's not that hard to believe people listened to me. There was no reason to listen to you, and we all did anyway. I made a good leader, while they were still here. I'm the only one down here, now. They send me food sometimes - they never took down the lift from the city to here, though I'd advised them to - but I don't eat it. It's a waste to.
While you were here, I'm sure you noticed how time was different. Without the ability to see the sun, everything is different and out of sync; time follows a new pattern, one of my body and of the life down here. Time flows differently, feels thicker yet less prevalent... And Liam, I'm running out of it.
There was an accident. Those creatures, those disgraces to evolution, they pierced the oxygen supply of the suit. These plants and insects and small, scurrying mammals can somehow breathe the toxic air on the surface of our planet, but we both know I can't. In the tree we buried you by, this one right here, I've made a little den for myself, a base of sorts. This is where I bring their carcasses, their empty shells. This is where I bury my revenge. You may have defended these creatures, but there was no way around this. They're monsters. They haunt this beautiful place - I'm glad you got around to seeing it as beautiful - and they must be destroyed. I'm like a god here, the only man on real land, the only man really alive. It's my duty.
Oxygen makes me feel lighter, and without it, every step sinks further into the mud. I hope I've done you proud. Try to think of it from my side, okay? If I could change things...
I wouldn't.
Your brother, Ethan
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2012 5:15 pm
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Psychotic Maniacal Sanity Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 12:12 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 12:42 pm
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Psychotic Maniacal Sanity Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 6:10 am
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xVoldie [[I kinda used this idea in a different way... I made it so that it was one character in a story I'm writing talking to another. I hope it's still acceptable to post here. <<; If it's not, let me know and I'll take it down.]] If I could change things...
I'd start this letter with a 'hello', or a 'dear Liam', but it won't really make a difference, will it? Every day I find a spot to write to you; I've uprooted things and killed insects, I've brought water and stiff sticks, all so I can send my messages into the earth. You're a part of that now. Makes more sense than to burn paper, or to send a letter to the sky.
You're right, I don't have paper. Even when you're not here, you have to criticise me.
I suppose you're right, though, but you should know that I don't need paper. I don't need anything you thought you needed, or anyone else thinks they need. It makes me happy to write in the soft dirt of my new home, and so that should be enough for you. I don't want to be rude with you, not now. Just remember that my happiness is important. It's why I'm still down here.
They left when you did, though not in the same way. They went back up in that small metal lift, that tiny container for tiny, conformed minds, back up where they belong. I ordered them. There was a glitch in things, a loophole in the system, and I ended up in command. I'm sure you're shocked, but it's not that hard to believe people listened to me. There was no reason to listen to you, and we all did anyway. I made a good leader, while they were still here. I'm the only one down here, now. They send me food sometimes - they never took down the lift from the city to here, though I'd advised them to - but I don't eat it. It's a waste to.
While you were here, I'm sure you noticed how time was different. Without the ability to see the sun, everything is different and out of sync; time follows a new pattern, one of my body and of the life down here. Time flows differently, feels thicker yet less prevalent... And Liam, I'm running out of it.
There was an accident. Those creatures, those disgraces to evolution, they pierced the oxygen supply of the suit. These plants and insects and small, scurrying mammals can somehow breathe the toxic air on the surface of our planet, but we both know I can't. In the tree we buried you by, this one right here, I've made a little den for myself, a base of sorts. This is where I bring their carcasses, their empty shells. This is where I bury my revenge. You may have defended these creatures, but there was no way around this. They're monsters. They haunt this beautiful place - I'm glad you got around to seeing it as beautiful - and they must be destroyed. I'm like a god here, the only man on real land, the only man really alive. It's my duty.
Oxygen makes me feel lighter, and without it, every step sinks further into the mud. I hope I've done you proud. Try to think of it from my side, okay? If I could change things...
I wouldn't.
Your brother, Ethan
I love the voice you used for Ethan. I've never been so convinced that this character actually exists. Even if its an exercise, Its good. cool
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 9:57 am
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2012 1:26 am
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Dear Rod, I know, I know. Ive been working on your story for three months and haven't gotten past page two. I've been plotting, okay babe? A lot of things happen in your life. Ooh I'm so sorry for the things I'm going to put you through but I am so proud of you for going through your character development and coming out a wonderful young man! I know how hard it will be for you to make those sacrifices, my love. I hope you will be happy with your new beginning!
Also, I'm sorry I told everyone that you wanted to motorboat Lily xD You pervert, Rod. Jeezy creezy. Get ready! Your time is coming!!! I love your dimpled freakin face, see you in a bit! Love, Cookie
Dear Cookie, It's fine. I'm not too excited for the things you have in store for me, you monster. No, just kidding. I'm ready to kick a**. Yeah, I'm happy about that development too. I'd hate to be so cold my entire life. Not that my life is much longer anyway *cough cough*.
I'm actually really excited. I get to be saucy, brave, basically become a hero and whatnot. And yesssss I'm going to love my new beginning. Smirk smirk smirkity smirk smirk
Also shut up! Gaahhh don't tell people my personal business!! Love you too, we got this, don't give up. Make yourself as strong as you've made me Looove, Rod
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2012 12:06 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2013 12:38 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 10, 2013 4:15 am
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