Love Letters

My characters like to be a bit dramatic at times. Here are letters that my characters wrote to one another expressing their undying love for one another and in the case of the first letter, their annoyance with me, their author. Enjoy.

from the characters of Emerald Blaze

Dear Michael,

My Love. I fear we shall never be together. For years Dawn has written about us, our perpetual life in first chapter.

I long to touch you, to kiss you, to make sweet passionate love to you. Why does she torment us with this powerful need and taunt us with our future only to rip it from us after a few weeks?

I wish to hate her, but I can not. Her non-commitment to writing and constrained schedule turn her from us. Her poor grammar, sloppy sentence structure and non-descript tale all frustrate me, but I still can not hate her.

She truely believes in us. She wants us to love each other. We were developed from her unwavering belief in true love and romantic passion. If only that passion would turn to her writing.

She needs something to give her a push. Maybe a writing class will build her confidence and once again spark her passion for our story. Michael, we may still have a chance.

I will write soon my love. I am off to sign her up for a class.

We will be together one day, I promise.

Your Love,
Athena

from the prologue of My Guardian Angel Dear

The tides are changing here. Where once we were a proud race, we are now fallen. We beg in the streets for what we can get. Our children cry from hunger although we give them everything we have. Our bellies scream for food as well, surviving on water and bits of food.

I write this to you as a final farewell. Tomorrow they will hang me. Not for begging, but for murder. You may be thinking that it’s not possible. Not I, such a gentle soul, could commit such a vile act. You would be wrong. I put my knife through the belly of a man who took upon a young girl’s person to defile her. She was barely nine years of age and fought him with all her might.

Something snapped in me as I witnessed this. Every abuse and maltreatment that I had ever endured flooded through me. I grabbed a knife from a dead body lying at my feet and ran at him. I would not let another girl go through the pain and torture that I have endured these many long years.

Please do not feel sadness for me, I do not need it. I feel a great relief at ending my suffering. My pain will be gone and I will be at peace for the first time in my life.

This letter is reaching you so late by my request. I do not want you to feel obligated to save me from the hangman’s noose. Always know that you will be forever in my heart. I will watch down upon you from heaven, William Russell Bartley. I will be your guardian angel.

My love always,
Annabell May Jorden

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