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February 16, 2020
 

Finish the story.

"Three years ago he gave his word to her. Oh how many things have changed since then.

As he pulls up on the driveway, she gets ready for a difficult conversation. She sits down in the chair and waits for him to walk in.... "

Tag your letter "storytime" and leave a comment below when you're done!

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MAKE MYSTERY
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February 15, 2020
 

So she rushed outside her house, with preoccupation in hand and eagerism in the other, that crying got to her in another level as if she were part of the pack herself.

Honestly, there was no plan or pre consideration for what could be waiting for her out there, but she knew something had to be done, a wolf needed help right away, so that's when her skin started to go red as if it were burning, and as she ran faster through the woods, the quicker her clean pale skin turned red and hairy.

It hurts like hell but she did not seem to care, almost as if it was a case of routine or a common casualty in her life. As the hairs went longer and wider through her body, so did her bones, face, and extr...

RUBY DHAL
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February 10, 2020
 

Dear letterists,

Help us finish the story below and tag your letter "storytime" when you're done.

"The wolfs were howling loudly at the full moon. She smiled as she put her binoculars away. Every evening she looked outside her window, and every night they'd be there, howling. It became something to look forward to every single day. As she lay down in bed, she heard a sound she hadn't heard before. A wolf was crying... Yelping even.

She jumped out of bed......

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JUST LOVE
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February 9, 2020
 

“All alone she sat in front of her window.  Listening to sad music.  After ending that toxic relationship that she didn’t know who she was anymore.  She realized she was always what he wanted her to be.  Now it was finally time to learn who she was ...”

“Un Bel Di, Vedremo —
sung by Maria Callas”

mournfully wafted in the air,
for the hundredth time.

Bitterly —Anna yanked the plug of the CD player.

Like Madama Butterfly, and Maria Callas, Anna’s recent toxic relationship broiled over similar and familiar theme of “sex, betrayal, and suicide.”  

Although, Anna, unlike Madama Butterfly and Maria Callas, had yet to resolve in her mind on an explicit escape route.

She felt disinclined to ...

WISE ELF
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February 9, 2020
 

“He sat on the edge of his bed.  Staring at his feet.  Where did I go wrong.  “How could I make this same mistake over and over again.  I never change.  I guess I’m lucky no no ever found out.”  He stands up from the bed and ...

Call me, “Adam, or freakin retard ... or simply call me, FREAK!” shouted Adam.

“Look, listen to me Adam.  It’s going to be fine ... Adam, Adam, look at me!  And would you please keep your F—-feet in the bucket!

We don’t have much time.  High tide is scheduled to rise in forty-seven minutes, and we’ve got to hurry!  We’re at least a solid twenty minutes away without traffic.” Alana implored.

“Fine?  You call this fine, Alana?  I’ve got fuckin’ green-shit oozing th...

THE ALL KNOWING EYE
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February 9, 2020
 

“He sat on the edge of his bed.  Staring at his feet.  Where did I go wrong.  “How could I make this same mistake over and over again.  I never change.  I guess I’m lucky no no ever found out.”  He stands up from the bed and ...

Call me, “Adam, or freakin retard ... or simply call me, FREAK!” shouted Adam.

“Look, listen to me Adam.  It’s going to be fine ... Adam, Adam, look at me!  And would you please keep your F—-feet in the bucket!

We don’t have much time.  High tide is scheduled to rise in forty-seven minutes, and we’ve got to hurry!  We’re at least a solid twenty minutes away without traffic.” Alana implored.

“Fine?  You call this fine, Alana?  I’ve got fuckin’ green-shit oozing th...

THE ALL SEEING EYE
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February 8, 2020
 

“The waves became bigger and bigger.  She should tell it was time to leave.  But something kept her there.  Like a weight was attached to her.  She couldn’t move.  She could only watch as the sea became more and more aggressive...”

By the time Undine resurfaced, the serene cadence that brushed the morning sea in sweet gentleness, had vanished.

The unexpected arrival of the fierce north wind, brought an abrupt end to the balmy tropical south winds and their summer delights.

Discouraged for having lost the tranquil beauty of the day, and possibly the entire season; Undine sadly assembled her scant collection of sea pearls and tucked them securely into multifarious holes within her jeweled ...

MERMAID
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February 7, 2020
 

She vanished as soon as she opened the book. As if she got sucked into the pages. The story that was once just a story in a book, was now her life....

The pages seemed to write themselves as I stared deeply distressed wondering if she may be staring back at me wherever she is..

I remember her, I remember her profile in the rain filled morning standing on the streets of the coast as she looked out to the song of romance sung by the mighty waves of the Atlantic.

I saw her.

I remember, I remember her soft skin when I would place my hand upon her chest and upon her heart when I needed to calm the desperation of mine own hearts despair.

With her I was still alone.

I remember, I remember the ...

NEVER GIVE UP
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February 7, 2020
 

The year was 1692, the year “Sarah Good” beckoned her young apprentice Rose to her deathbed, and bade her take a blood oath.

This particular night found Sarah Good’s tiny hovel completely stripped of most earthly possessions.  

A lone piece of furniture remained in the room besides the humble cot on which Sarah lay, which was an intricately carved rosewood table upon which rest Sarah’s black jeweled athamé, and a cheerless black candle flame.

“No time for questions, child.” said Sarah, as Rose timidly entered the room.  

Sarah impatiently gestured Rose to sit on the small cot upon which she lay.

Rose obediently perched herself on the outer frame of the wooden cot.

“Afraid?”  Sarah ask...

THE SECRET BOOK
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February 4, 2020
 

She vanished as soon as she opened the book. As if she got sucked into the pages. The story that was once just a story in a book, was now her life...
It was a new territory where she walked into as a navigator or seeker, it will be determined in future.
Story was like a sci-fi movie where one girl Liza crossed into another dimension.
She got landed on a four lanes road and she was in dilmea where she would go.
Finally she decided to enter into a library where she could find any clue about this unknown world.
She searched a lot.In the short span of time she read many books especially of historical , scientific geek styled book.
But she did not get any clues.
Instinctively she turned and went t...

JUST LOVE
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February 4, 2020
 

The sound of cluttering silence was what woke me up.
I got out of bed and put on my slippers. It was a task approaching the place where you stood, but I did it anyway.

You looked back and smiled. Your eyes were guarded, yet so deeply vulnerable that I couldn't tell you apart from him.
I wondered if you and him were the same. If you and him could swap bodies and I wouldn't notice.

But then your tongue emerged from the smoldering fire within you and your voice cut through my reverie.

I was always in a reverie, with you.
They were reveries of awe, of love, of admiration.

Did you know I admired you?
Did you know why it was and wasn't easy to be with you?
Yet, I stayed. My feet bled and I stay...

REFRESHING FRUIT
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February 3, 2020
 

       She vanished as soon as she opened the book, as if she got sucked into the pages. The story that was once just a story in a book, was now her life resembling with.

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JUST LOVE
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February 2, 2020
 

Dear letterists,

Help us finish the story below and when you're done tag your letter "storytime".

"She vanished as soon as she opened the book. As if she got sucked into the pages. The story that was once just a story in a book, was now her life...."

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LIGHT LETTRS LOGO
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February 1, 2020
 

            She ran to her room as her
      father continued to yell at her.
      She quickly locked the door
      and sat on her bed. She thought
      " I would rather die than living
       like a parasite at my home
       itself. Now I'm a divorce not
       because of my fault ".

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January 27, 2020
 

Finish the story

"She ran to her room as her father continued to yell at her. She quickly locked the door and sat on her bed. She thought.... '

Tag your letter' storytime' when you're done!
Good luck and make your mark.

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January 21, 2020
 

STORY TIME.

Fining the story below and tag your letter "storytime" when you're done.

'She was always serious about her dreams. She would work tirelessly on making them reality. And then, on that very special day, everything changed...'

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LETS GO TRAVEL
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January 19, 2020
 

"The waves became bigger and bigger. She should tell it was time to leave. But something kept here there. Like a weight was attached to her. She couldn't move. She could only watch as the sea became more and more aggressive....

Yet as she slowly gives  into the calm acceptance that her soul is fading into the depths of the element of life, she finds immeasurable peace in the beauty within reflections of light glistening  against the waters skin as she fades into the dark heart of the sea, in order that her song be sung in the depths of the deep echoing into the ears of the watcher's of the Fjords, for they are the keepers of sunken memory of those who dwell alone in the darkness of the deep....

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January 17, 2020
 

"The waves became bigger and bigger. She could tell it was time to leave. But something kept here there. Like a weight was attached to her. She couldn't move. She could only watch as the sea became more and more aggressive...." Fear grasped at her heart in pause. Firm as to not miss witnessing what was to come. Time seems to linger, cautiously promising whisper's of what's to come. Moonlight shifts in cover of blankets. The moment has passed. A distinct sadness plays her heart's song. So close again. Harbouring the now distant embrace of what could have been. Treasuring the magic seeping to her soul. Her strength has been granted, and seeks forward. Another chance will come.

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THE ALL KNOWING EYE
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January 18, 2020
Dasmariñas City, Philippines

The waves become bigger and bigger. She should tell it was time to leave. But something kept her there. Like a weight attached to her. She couldn't move. She could only watch the sea became more and more aggressive.

She knew if she stays the wave will just become more aggressive, she will get hurt. But that doens't matter to her, cause no matter how aggressive it gets, no matter how big it gets. she is still hopeful to see the calmest of sea, to see the beauty of it. The reason why she stays, the reason why she couldn't leave.

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A HAPPY NEW YEAR
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