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colourexplosion ([info]colourexplosion) wrote,
@ 2008-05-18 22:00:00


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DON'T JUDGE ME BECAUSE I GIVE INTO PEER PRESSURE

Here's what you give me:
1) one of my characters
2) one of your characters

Here's what I'll give you:
1) a letter of some sort written to that character

You can choose a love letter, an advice with how to deal with another person, a venting letter about another character, whatever!


ONE JUST FOR FUN:

Dear Mr. Hemingway,

SUCK. IT.

Sincerely yours,
Wendy Faulkner.


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[info]colourexplosion
2008-05-19 04:49 am UTC (link)
Herr Hoffmann,

I regret to inform you that I must quit your class three days early this semester, as I am traveling back to Germany for the summer. I am assured that you understand, seeing as we both come from the same origin.


Theodor,

I am going back to Germany for the summer. I am leaving early. I will not be back until late August. After my birthday. You are invited to come, but I cannot assure you that my parents will take kindly to you. Assuming they are home.

I have not seen you in two hours. I have not felt your lips on my skin for days and days and it seems like entirely too long. I have not been pressed against anything by you for twice that length of time, and I have not heard you play the piano since you fucked me on top of it. I miss you. I miss your lips and your glasses and your hands and the feeling of you inside of me. I miss you and I'm afraid it will only get worse over the summer. I do not know how to fix this, how to fix myself. I do not know how to rid myself of that fear. I do not know how to rid myself of the constant need I am in of you. For you. For your lips and your chest, and I feel like if I do not get to see you one last time before I go I will shatter.

Sincerely,
Johann

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