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
Day ThreeDear Kohaku,
I'm sorry to say that the only reason I'm writing to you is because I couldn't think of anyone else. I don't really watch movies. I did love your performance in Spirited Away, however. It was one of my first anime movies, and also the first one made by Studio Ghibli. So I owe it for a lot.
I'm mostly writing to talk about your dragon form. It's so beautiful, with its serpentine body and ridge of mossy green fur. Your feet are a little odd, but I like them regardless. I love the fact that you're a river spirit, bound to protecting a certain river, and the fact that you do it so diligently. You care about it, and that dedication adds to your charm.
Also, now that I think about it, you kind of remind me of one of my characters. Kumori, the antlered wolf/avian hybrid. Huh.
Well, I suppose that's it.
Your forever fan,
You are by far one of my favorite dinosaurs. When I think about what was around before there were humans, I think not of the typical scaly, clawed, and fanged land animals. No, I think about the sea creatures and those who graced the skies of that long forgotten world. They have more grace, more beauty then their land-locked relatives.
But I digress. It's you that I'm going to talk about, my dear Elasmosaurus. You're beautiful long neck and streamlined body always manages to catch my attention. The way you must have glided through the water with ease, your giant flippers acting like wings to propel you through the water. The world needs a sea creature like you today.
So why do you hide yourself? They say that you died out a long time ago, but I know you still live. Somewhere out there you exist, hidden in deep lakes and oceans. Why do you do that? We need you, Elasmosaurus. So please, hear by plea and come out of hiding.
Waiting for you,
P.S. You should prob
It's not that I hate you. It's just that I don't think we can get along any more. I've been putting off our separation for a while now, but I think it's about time that you left. You keep me up at night with your ceaseless squeaking. Every little movement that I make evokes your annoyed complaints, and I'm tired of it. You are there for my comfort while I sleep, but instead you force me into the most uncomfortable of positions just to silence you. The rare times that I have guests sleep over I stay awake at night worrying that if I move around you might wake them up.
Even the times that I'm awake I'm filled with disgust for you. I lean back on your headboard and am met with a resounding smack as it hits the wall behind it. The paint where it contacts the wall is wearing thin. I tried to shove something into the space between the wall and your headboard, but that just made things worse.
So, I believe it is both of our best interests if you were to go.
Your disgruntled o
3. Light"I must catch that light."
This line invaded the otherwise silent landscape, sounding flat and without pitch as the sound waves found nothing to bounce off of except for a single stunted tree. The sky was black, with no moon or stars, and the only color was a dark red gleam on the ground and a lone white pinprick of light far in the distance.
"Why?" Asked Raven, perching almost hidden in the twisted branches of the tree.
"I don't know. I just have to." Answered Horse, her voice prickling with annoyance.
"You'll never catch it you know. No one has been able to for thousands of years." Raven glided down to stand on Horse's ink black shoulder, digging her ebony talons into the flesh until one could barely distinguish where one ended and the other began.
"But it has been done." Horse shrugged her shoulders to brush off Raven. "You've told me that story before."
Raven hopped on to the bridge of Horse's nose, aiming her beady black eyes right into her own dark orbs. "And I am now thinking th