Your characters friend is going through some sort of crisis and they are depressed and unhappy. Have your character send a letter to them, cheering them up!



Warning:depression and suicidal thoughts implied (nothing descriptive though, but I prefer to make a warning just in case these themes disturb anyone)


Amelia,

I read your last letter, and what you have written hurt me so bad it made me cry. You know it is wrong. There are people who care about you. I care deeply about you. I consider you as my best friend since I was five ! I do not want you to die. I can't speak for other people, but I can swear before God and the whole universe, and on my own life, that I would miss you if you died. I do not want you to speak, or even think of suicide once again.

Yes, Death can seem to be a solution to resolve all you problems, but do you know if there is anything after Death ? What if there is no afterlife? Even if you think your life is useless and crappy, would you really want to take the risk to trade it against nothing ?

I remember a girl with curly disheveled hair and a large smile who was running barefoot in the grass after butterflies. I remember a girl who looked at the night sky, wondering if she would go to space one day. I remember a girl who believed she could become a famous artist, a famous writer, and a famous researcher at the same time. She used to look at pictures from foreign lands and dreamed of traveling around the world. She wanted to climb the Himalayan mountains to see the Earth from its highest peaks. She wanted to save everybody, to find a way to cure diseases, to bring peace everywhere, and to build schools in the third world countries. What does this girl would think about your wish to die? I know you will want to tell me that she has disappeared a long time ago, but it would be a lie. Even if she is hidden under your mask made of layers of make-up, fashionable clothes and high heels, this girl still exist. You still had sparks in your eyes when we saw this shooting star last summer.

You think you are ugly, and you will never find love, but it is not true. Maybe the people who have told you that are prettier than you outside, but surely inside they are the ugly ones unworthy to be loved, for you are one of the most beautiful person I know.

You think its too late to realize your dreams, that you have made the wrong choices, and that its too late to go back. You are only twenty-five ! You can still become an artist, a writer, and you can still attend graduate school if you want too ! Do not look at the door you have closed and locked, but look at the door you can open. Yes, I understand you are frustrated because you were a prodigy and probably the best ten years old painter in the world, and you could have been famous at twenty if fate did not make you fell in depression. It is not your fault. You went through a lot when you were a teenager. Your parents divorced, you learned about your mothers illness, you were bullied by these idiots at school. But I am sure that if you start to draw and paint again you can be a wonderful and renowned artist in five or ten years. You still have your talent, even if you did not use it during a long time. I could say exactly the same things about your writing skills.
Maybe you will never go to space and walk on the Moon, but you can climb the Himalayas if you still want to. If you want, I can travel with you. Maybe we could go to Greece, Italy, Ireland, or even in Egypt, Cambodgia or Peru ? I know these are places you want to visit.
You can still bring a difference in this world and make it better. But only while you are alive. I refuse you the right to believe that your life is useless.

Each time you begin to lose hope, think about everything you like. Think of the stars, the butterflies and the spring flowers, the sea, feel the wind in your hair and look at the sky. Read your favorite book, watch your favorite movies, listen to your favorite songs. Not the sad ones, the ones that make you feel happy (I know you still secretly enjoy Disney). If you need to talk, call me. Even if its in the middle of the night, I am here for you. Remember that a better day shall always come again.

I know that what I say to you may seem cliche or cheesy, but every word comes from my heart and my soul. I do not want to lose you.

Your friend who loves you,

Liana

Ack, these prompts were a little too specific for me...

"Things fall apart; anarchy is loose upon the earth..." - Poem

Things fall apart; anarchy is loose upon the earth,
We all go astray, thrown into the blazing hearth.
The great fist of madness curls,
The dark flower of chaos unfurls.
Twisting and lashing,
Howling and thrashing,
We the people are demons,
Too much, we are freemans.
For oneself, men go,
Killing, running, to and fro,
All care disappears,
And the apocalypse nears,
For only some may survive,
Only one can stay alive,
With no heart, only bone,
He will wander alone.
With no order or rule,
The world desperate and cruel,
Things fall apart,
In a world with no heart.


**Note(to all that read this): I have had trouble with this is the past. Even outside of this contest or this website, please don't use this poem without asking me first. I don't love it when people don't use their own work and steal someone else's.

Whoops! I think I forgot to ping.

I appreciate the comments, but don't feel pressed to make up stuff just to say something. If you have something to say, say it, but don't create extra work for yourself.

(Whoo! Finished before the last possible second, unlike last time)

Cheer-up letter to a friend (who is also a brother)

Dear Bro,
So, fire, huh? That sucks. Could be worse, man. At least you can, like, cook things with it or something. But I see why youre panicking. Who knew, right?
Well, it probably wouldnt change anything, right? Actually, maybe I wouldve had to go instead. And I dont envy you, man. The old man gives me the creeps.
You probably didnt have it before though. Its probably the lizard.
Just lay low, okay? Avoid him. Dont let him see your power at any cost. You know the drill. If you get the statue, we could go somewhere for real later.
Not Professor Polleeves Power Academy, somewhere else where we wont get dissected under a microscope. You know, always a plus.
I wonder what mine will be, man. You got fire, maybe Ill get ice. Perhaps not out of my mouth though, that would be like puking snowballs. If you have that amount of power just by being near the artifact, imagine when we finally get it back.
No more shoveling cow manure, we could be rich, man! We could be on top.
No wonder Polleeve stole this from us. He was weak compared to us. The Saladers were the only ones who posed a threat.
Synthetic magic, man, who cares if its fake. Rupert Salader was genius when he came up with it. If only he, like, enchanted himself and not a random lizard statue, but I guess he, like, wanted to make sure it wouldnt blow up. But, like, we wouldnt be in this mess so its like, cmon man!
So I heard you met some peeps, got some bros. Dont get distracted, man. Especially that girl. Do you even know her last name? It could be one of our enemies, man. And that would suck. In fact, like, everyone is our enemy. Remember you are Leonard Polish now. Dont trust anyone with your real name. Especially the chick. Love can make you do crazy things, man. Once I made a village girl, Sally, you remember her, a steak bouquet. It stank man. Literally. She, like, ran off with Darryl. And hes gross, man. I was grosser than Darryl. Perhaps I should have cooked it or something. Drained the blood out, you know?
Back on topic. You gotta keep up the guise. Dont impress him. Not a flicker of flame. Your power is hypnosis, remember? Really lame, weak hypnosis. No one needs to know its not actual magic. It may not impress the chicks, but a dismembered body doesnt either. Trust me.
If he could figure us out, like, our insides, wed be dead. Literally. And he would be so powerful, no one could stop him. Whenever you look at Polleeve, imagine his arm as your own arm. Or your eyes in his sockets. Dude, youd be his greatest addition. He would trade in his laser eyes for the family inheritance. Dont think that just because none of his original body is left he wouldnt want an addition. Dude, he could even, like, transplant his brain into your body. And then youd be a brain in a jar and Id have to carry you everywhere. And we couldnt talk. And that would suck, man.
Do you at least know where the lizard is? Have you snuck into his office or anything? I know youre, like, the goody two-shoes but theres no time for that.
Some news to cheer you up, but probably boring compared to your posh magic school:
Daisy had twin calves. They remind me of me and you! Not really, but theyre also twins, so thats cool.
Ms. Winters got so drunk that she started doing the doe-sie-doe during school and even when she was being removed she kept yelling swing your partner while try to swing the member of the local militia that came to keep the peace.
Sunny lost her first baby tooth! Shes so proud.
Darryl dropped out of school and now spends his time terrorizing ants. He says he is their king. I say he should be king of the dung beetles.
A travelling merchant came into town with magical objects. Mrs. Merry bought a hairbrush that was supposed to magically remove tangles, but it turned her hair bone white. Now she has lucious old lady locks.
Mom and Pops miss you Sam. Just get the lizard, k bro?
I know you can do it.
Oh, they dont screen the mail, do they? Oops. Hope this gets to you bro, and that youre not fertilizer next time I see you.
-Sandy, BFLADAWCA (bro for life and death and what comes after)

I'm going to have to finish my story after school. Stupid school. I can't type a story when I'm with you!

I'm so embarrased. It took away most of my apostrophes. I didn't notice before now. Can I fix it? (I don't know why this happens, it's only sometimes and only some apostrophes (and quotation marks))

Yes, you may go fix them.
I wouldn't mind, though, if you didn't have them. I've had entries without the marks and I can read them fine, so do as you wish.

I'm finished now!

Hi! Sorry I'm, what, 12 days late? But I still want to write one anyways!

This is a bad poem/short story (I don't know what it is) D:



"Things fall apart; anarchy is loosened upon earth."

The last words spoken before

Guns were fired, bows were strung, swords were drawn;

Blood was splattered;

And my family was gone.

People run rapid

Not caring what destruction they brought in their path.

"The government is gone, gone, gone! Freedom to run and kill, no laws, no laws!"

I stood in a pile of blood and corpses.

Looking down.

I saw my best friend;

face blown through.

My mother;

Blood pooling across her chest.

My brother;

Legs gone, blood pouring like a waterfall after they were crudely chopped off.

I'm fine, though.

It's like I don't exist.

Until I look closer.

And I see that my body lies among the dead.

Blood is coating my once blonde hair.

Turning it red.

Dark red.

The color

of death.

*quiet coughing*