Details: Write a letter to someone saying the things you wished you had been able tell them, either from your own or a characters point view. For example telling your mother what life really was like during the war time evacuation, or a thankyou letter to the foreign stranger who gave gloves and prevented you getting frost bite.
And in true mdp form the food: British pancakes (American crepes I believe) with a sprinkle of lemon, sugar, and lots and lots of golden syrup.
Last Edit: Jun 29, 2011 12:55:49 GMT -6 by Deleted
So I wrote one, but it's not positive (like a letter to a mother or a stranger who helped you).. well, the end result is positive I suppose. Its a really hard topic though.. I don't know if I should post it or try to write another.
Okay.. so here it comes. Took me forever to find it. It was packed.
Dear August 18th, 2000:
Did you know that my name isn't Kate, but Katherine?
Did you know that the arms you decided to bind behind my back were the arms of a volleyball captain, who couldn't play anymore because of what you did to her?
Did you know that the mouth you gagged was the mouth of the lead in the school musical, and that she was too afraid to sing when you were finished with her?
Did you know that the life you had in your hands, the body you chose to bruise and rape was the life of a sister, a daughter, a friend, a horseback rider, a ballerina?
No, you couldn't have known. Because you never cared.
You threatened me with more pain, with death, with threats on my family. You took away my words, you took away my innocence and you took away my voice.
But you did not get my spirit, you did not take my soul.
You picked the wrong girl to abuse, the wrong girl to rape. You picked the girl who will not stay silent. You picked the girl who will tell everybody, who will scream it from the rooftops until nobody is left unknowing.
You picked a girl who is not going to let you win. Not this time. And you picked a girl who will find everybody else you hurt and make sure that you pay for what you've done.
Just something quick I whipped up, it's been blobbing around my head for a long long time, in a more dramatic, prose story way, but I think this sort of works.
My wonderful Egg
I’m sorry. So unbelievably sorry. I shouldn’t have led you on like that. I though you knew it was all just an escape, a joke. Flying to Vegas, wasn’t a proposal. I thought you knew that. It was just my hen weekend with my best friend. You should still come to the wedding though. Bring a date. The first wedding may have been a bit iffy with his wife’s death, but it’s still religiously binding. And you know I have to stick to religion. It may not have been planned, was forced you could say, but he is my husband. He is the father of this pregnancy. Besides you can do so much better than me. Someone so much more beautiful, and talented, and kind, and perfect. I had to run away. Before they found you. Before they realized thr truth. They already suspected when they found me there. It’s for your own good. Really. Truly. If only we hadn’t bothered checking into the hotel first, before going to the chapel. If only we’d got a taxi quickly. If only the flight hadn’t been delayed. If only I’d met you before the accident. If only the pregnancy hadn’t taken. But then I’m not sure regretting this pregnancy can be done. It wouldn’t be the Catholic thing. I wish you were the daddy. I wish you could know all this, without the risk of being thrown in the fire like this letter.
Love forever. Your Pea.
Last Edit: Mar 15, 2012 17:24:23 GMT -6 by Deleted
I'm sorry I'm commenting on a thread last updated over a year ago but I saw this prompt and couldn't resist. I'm actually writing about some of the events of this letter in my novel but I've kinda hit a dead end and I figured this could inspire the muse. Character names changed to protect the innocent! And now without delay... the letter!
It's been a year since I last wrote to you. A year of pain, regret, longing. Sounds cliched, doesn't it? I remember you'd tell me to snap out of it if I ever got like this. You hate emotions, don't you? But I fear if I don't tell you this now, I never will.
Do you remember that moment four years ago when you got in a fight and I stepped in to stop you? I don't suppose you do. But I remember clearly. It was a spring afternoon, and Michael... you remember Michael? The one with the motorbike? Well, he started pushing you and punching you, trying to provoke you, I guess, and uh, it worked. I had to hold you down while you tried to attack me but you stopped eventually. Then I accompanied you to the school nurse so you could get treatment for some of those injuries you got during that fight.
I'm sorry. I'm rambling. Guess this is nerves. I was never any good at writing letters.
The thing is, when you were phoning your parents to tell them what happened, I kinda noticed you for the first time. I mean, in that way. I dunno... it's hard to explain. Sounds stupid but it was like I was kinda attracted to you. And then I ... I fell for you.
The whole point of this letter is to explain why I got you expelled from school. It was because I'd fallen in love with you. And yes, there's that whole 'cliched' thing again but I can't help myself. I loved love you. And I know you don't love me. You probably hate me for what I did to you. But I was scared and emotional and everything.
You won't forgive me. I know that. But I wanted to tell you anyway. I am so sorry for what I did. And I know it's too late to apologise to you, but you have to understand why I did what I did.
I hear you're on drugs. Real bad drugs. Coke, heroin, all that stuff or so Jake tells me. It's probably my fault; I mean I'd heard you'd gotten depressed after your expulsion, guess being high helped. But if you'll do one last thing for me, please kick the drugs. That's some bad shit you're messing with, and it's only gonna end up getting worse. Do that for me. Please?
So I guess that's what I wanted to say. You don't have to respond if you don't want to. Or maybe you will, maybe you wanna shout at me, beat me up. Feel free. I deserve whatever you throw at me. I just wished I deserved your love. Hell, I wish I had your love now. I wish I had you now. Guess some things aren't meant to be.
Post by MDPthatsme on May 18, 2013 23:06:17 GMT -6
This is really, REALLY well written! Wow, I know just by reading this that your novel is really good too!
Oh, and theme prompts don't have time limits. It's one of the reason I started them. It doesn't matter if it's two years, four, eight. Take your time, write when you want! They are here for inspiration alone.
Last Edit: May 18, 2013 23:06:47 GMT -6 by MDPthatsme