Day NineDear Kristan Yadao,
This challenge was to write a letter to the coolest person you've never met. And while you do seem like a very interesting person, the reason I'm really writing this to you is because your art really inspires me.
A while back in my 10th grade sculpture class we were given the assignment to build and fill a wooden box. We could do whatever we wanted as long as it had some sort of central theme. I was at a loss for the longest time on what I wanted to do with mine. I had no ideas come to mind. Nothing I really wanted to do at least.
But then I found your page on deviantART. I had never heard of feather painting before, and I quickly fell in love with the idea. I was already interested in painting, but this was something completely new and different. And that lead me to create my favorite piece of that entire year.
Since then, I've gotten much more into painting. I went out and bought a canvas and some paint for a school history project and recreated one of Georgia O'K
Day EightDear Giant Space Robot,
I don't know why I'm writing a letter to you, really. Can you even read? Well, you are from space, so maybe you've got some special technology that lets you understand human speech. Or maybe I'm just not thinking clearly and we already have some robots on earth that can read. I don't know.
Why are you here anyway? You don't seem like you want to destroy the planet. That could just be a front of course. You're being nice right now so we'll let our guard down and make it easy for you to finish the job. That won't work with me you know. I've got four armies at my command. The cats, the crows, the undead rodents (including badgers and wolverines), and the arachnids. They're always watching you. Every little movement that you make is seen by them and reported to me. You may think that I shouldn't be telling you this, but I trust in my armies enough to be perfectly fine.
Day SevenDear Salem Witch Trials,
History class has almost always bored me. It used to be that I didn't care what happened in the past. It was the past, after all. I know better now of course. History gives us a chance to figure out what people did wrong and how to fix it. What works, what doesn't work? Sometimes, history can give us a good laugh. Sometimes it can make us sad. But, because of all of that sadness, we can live better and smarter now.
However, even though my views on history have changed, one event has always kept my attention. The Salem Witch Trials. Let's face it, we're all attracted to stories of suffering. It's the same kind of morbid fascination that makes us rubber neck at wreaks on the road and fill the news with tales of murder and lost-and-presumed-dead children.
However, I don't think that's the reason I'm so attracted to the Salem With Trials. I feel like I have lived it once, whether in a past life or a kindred soul or something similar. It's hard to explain, but it's
Day SixDear Ice Cream,
I think it's about time that I tell you how I feel. I've been holding it back for so long, I fear that I may explode with all of these withheld emotions.
I think that I may love you. No other food makes me as happy as you do. Cake is a disappointment, vegetables are bland, and anything else is just depressing. I go to you when everything gets rough, and you calm me down right away. You're the perfect thing when I'm happy too, as your taste fills me with even more bliss.
You never get old, since you have so many different flavors. Coffee, mint, chocolate, sherbert, vanilla. Even green tea and root beer. The list goes on and on. And we can't forget the toppings. Chocolate, caramel, nuts, any type of fruit. I've even seen gummy bears and spicy candy. There are countless combinations that you can make, for any mood.
Please, don't change for anything. And always stay in my life.
Day FiveDear Random Red-Headed Girl in the Eclipse Trailer/Movie,
Let's get this straight first. I hate Twilight and all it stands for. But, I don't want to go into that right now. That's a rant for another time, and another place. The fans on here scare me.
Why do I want to kick you in the face, you ask? Because I have no idea who you are. And it bothers me. I absolutely love your hair. It's like, the perfect shade of red orange, and it's beautifully curly, kinda like mine, but longer and tamer. And yes, that's enough for me to want to know who you are.
I did read the book Eclipse you see, back when I still kinda liked Twilight. So, I should know who you are. How many read heads do you get in one book, after all? Especially one who runs from werewolves. I assume that you're a vampire because of that, but I'm not sure. You seem to have a big part in the movie, since you appear so often in the trailer. So all that's left is finding out who you are.
NOT your stalker, just curious,
Day FourDear Fionnbharra,
Out of all of the characters that I have ever created, you are one of the few that I actually don't like. Sure, your character design is interesting, but it's far too complicated. It's like you're trying to show off for something. Or maybe for nothing at all. Maybe you just feel like showing off to feed your superiority complex.
Sure, you're the so called King of the Faeries, but what does that really mean? I never use them for anything in any of my stories. For all I know, they don't even exist. You are just using your powers and stories of a maybe-not-even-real invisible army so you can feel like you're on top. So your feud with Namerah and Sakkaku will go unchallenged, while you're really hiding the fact that you have nothing and no one to stand with you.
You really should stop using tricking people into your castle and chaining them to your wall. Eventually, you're going to find someone who will escape and tell someone in power.
And all of that is why I would love