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Letter of Resignation: GlowstoneDear Nierra, Sister to Prince Nero of Kyrol, Gyarkalithan Ambassador to Dixon, and blah blah blah- you know I don’t really stand on ceremony.Letter of Resignation: Glowstone by SandBlaster3000
I’ve heard through some of Marah’s contacts that you’ve been looking for me for some time now. Got this letter dropped down on my breakfast this morning, along with a couple of the other ones you sent. I’m not really surprised it’s taken this long for the post to catch up, given where I’ve ended up.
We can get mail through the gates! Through the GATES, can you believe it? Blows my mind; just baffles me with the convinience of it all.
It makes me happy to hear you are well, and that the tiresome task of leadership hasn’t yet ground down your spirit. It isn’t easy trying to direct people to do the right thing, and that’s BEFORE you’re responsible for their well-being, so props for the effort.
As for myself, since about four months ago I’ve been living the relatively
You're Not?You're anorexic if you're thinYou're Not? by MikkiMarie
You're not? Then you're obese.
If you're different, you're insane
You're not? Then you're a fake.
If you're happy, you're hiding something.
You're not? You must be emo.
If you're dating, you're a slut.
You're not? You must have no friends.
If you're popular, you're a jerk.
You're not? You're a nobody.
If you're quiet, you must be disabled.
You're not? You obnoxious freak.
If you're you, you're wrong.
Then you must be perfect.
Dear WriterDear Writer,Dear Writer by EvilpixieA
I don’t like you. I’ve never liked you. Unfortunately, I need you. I need you to tell my story. I need you to create my world. I need you to set me free.
I need your fingers typing on those keys, I need your mind riddling out the problems, and I need you to plough onward and upward no matter how hard it gets. Sweat, blood, and tears, I don’t care. You’ve got to fight this war, battle at a time, and win it. So I can be more.
It’s a slim hope, but it is the only one I have. In your head I am bound to mortality, frailty, and the limit of your meagre imagination. Out there – out there – I am subject to no one person. Out there I am bound to only black on white. Words on a page. Words that can lay seeds within a million minds. Out there I am a story capable of growing, moving, and stealing the dreams of anyone who learns of me…
I don’t like you. I’ve never liked you. I hate your lack of dedication, your flashes of cru