An Open Letter To _____

Follows him silently hand slipping into his pocket to steal a tiny portion of his giggling as she does so...

Turns to the sound of angelic giggling. Somewhat surprised to see that someone has gotten that close to my back with out me sensing a threat. But not surprised enough not to catch a thieving nymph. gently my hands catch her by the waist. My forehead lightly touches hers. You know i could share. I offer as I release her. But with such a small Packet maybe we should just dump the wheelbarrow in the floor here. Then we can role in it.
 
Turns to the sound of angelic giggling. Somewhat surprised to see that someone has gotten that close to my back with out me sensing a threat. But not surprised enough not to catch a thieving nymph. gently my hands catch her by the waist. My forehead lightly touches hers. You know i could share. I offer as I release her. But with such a small Packet maybe we should just dump the wheelbarrow in the floor here. Then we can role in it.

* giggling and blushing as we briefly loose our equilibrium and twirl toward the ground I know I am in safe arms even if as a symbiotic angel I did have my own glossmere wings...hidden away some where..neglected but not forgotten. Instinctively I do wrap my arms around him though. *

I just need a very small amount...but rolling in it does sound like lots of fun I confess smiling happily.
 
* giggling and blushing as we briefly loose our equilibrium and twirl toward the ground I know I am in safe arms even if as a symbiotic angel I did have my own glossmere wings...hidden away some where..neglected but not forgotten. Instinctively I do wrap my arms around him though. *

I just need a very small amount...but rolling in it does sound like lots of fun I confess smiling happily.

As the ground races up my protective instincts kick in large black wings shoot around her to place a barrier between her and the floor. My arms left free to brace against the impact acting like shock absorbers. It's Britwitch attention who even in their wrong mind wouldn't roll in it?
 
As the ground races up my protective instincts kick in large black wings shoot around her to place a barrier between her and the floor. My arms left free to brace against the impact acting like shock absorbers. It's Britwitch attention who even in their wrong mind wouldn't roll in it?

Wonderfully odd unexpected and surprising...some moments are simply like that, they simply overtake one without warning.

My eyes widen as we land with a thud breaking the wheel barrow and scattering the attention to the four corners of Lit.

It is ironic that one who spends her days here trying to avoid unwanted attention that I should have landed in smack in the middle of a pile of the stuff.

I cannot help but laugh and once the flood gates are opened I find it difficult to stop...the initial surprise on his handsome face not helping one bit.

It is a beautiful day in my real world; we have been granted a day of Spring weather in the midst of a long frigid winter and laughter is food for the soul. It has been a while since I have laughed this hard.

I hang as he rolls me over and over my laughter subsiding until only my goofy smile remains.

Life feels perfect today.:):rose:
 
Wonderfully odd unexpected and surprising...some moments are simply like that, they simply overtake one without warning.

My eyes widen as we land with a thud breaking the wheel barrow and scattering the attention to the four corners of Lit.

It is ironic that one who spends her days here trying to avoid unwanted attention that I should have landed in smack in the middle of a pile of the stuff.

I cannot help but laugh and once the flood gates are opened I find it difficult to stop...the initial surprise on his handsome face not helping one bit.

It is a beautiful day in my real world; we have been granted a day of Spring weather in the midst of a long frigid winter and laughter is food for the soul. It has been a while since I have laughed this hard.

I hang as he rolls me over and over my laughter subsiding until only my goofy smile remains.

Life feels perfect today.:):rose:


That's a look I'm happy to help with. And did I mention how becoming it is?
 
This isn't for you.

Your development is awful. Your shifting states of mind irritates me to no end.

Grow a backbone. And then you can pull it out your ass and whip yourself with it.

Fuck you. And fuck what passes for decent penmanship in your consciousness.

I wish I could look away from your creation, even though it's as grotesque as a car wreck I still find myself unable to pass by.

ps
 
This isn't for you.

Your development is awful. Your shifting states of mind irritates me to no end.

Grow a backbone. And then you can pull it out your ass and whip yourself with it.

Fuck you. And fuck what passes for decent penmanship in your consciousness.

I wish I could look away from your creation, even though it's as grotesque as a car wreck I still find myself unable to pass by.

ps


I hope you aren't leaving. That'd be sad. I've heard good things about your intelligence and wit, from those who have been accused of being cliquish. Or whatever.

Do your thing. Let those who are beneath you, be beneath you. Not worth the time or effort, even when you want to smack them. They will always be spineless, they will always run and hide, they will always be weak. Because that is their m.o.

Believe me. I've been there.

Also... hi. :D
I'm Vi. Resident troublemaker extraordinaire around these parts.
 
I hope you aren't leaving. That'd be sad. I've heard good things about your intelligence and wit, from those who have been accused of being cliquish. Or whatever.

Do your thing. Let those who are beneath you, be beneath you. Not worth the time or effort, even when you want to smack them. They will always be spineless, they will always run and hide, they will always be weak. Because that is their m.o.

Believe me. I've been there.

Also... hi. :D
I'm Vi. Resident troublemaker extraordinaire around these parts.



You are, quite simply, fabulous.
 
And also...

No. I'm not leaving. I've never been one to back down from a challenge. But only whenever the challenger is worthy of my time, effort and attention.

The vapid, attention seeking little wenches aren't worth the spit to shine a shoe.

So I'm here. For a while yet, anyway.
 
Don't let her fool ya, girl is tame. She's like a little kitty on catnip. :devil:

Oh, my Angel. Quite literally soon you will be home and I'll show you my claws!!!

You are, quite simply, fabulous.

I try. Once in a while I'm outrageously successful.

And also...

No. I'm not leaving. I've never been one to back down from a challenge. But only whenever the challenger is worthy of my time, effort and attention.

The vapid, attention seeking little wenches aren't worth the spit to shine a shoe.

So I'm here. For a while yet, anyway.

Gird your loins, sugar. The stupid cascades around here, it's a kickass place, just take it with a grain of salt and a shot of tequila...or in your case..scotch.
 
Oh, my Angel. Quite literally soon you will be home and I'll show you my claws!!!



I try. Once in a while I'm outrageously successful.



Gird your loins, sugar. The stupid cascades around here, it's a kickass place, just take it with a grain of salt and a shot of tequila...or in your case..scotch.

Or Absinthe... but not.. in a shot.. or with... salt because.... that's just.. wrong. Yeah.
 
(Just to be clear, this is directed to certain persons in rl, not here.)

To those whose writing I'm forced to read:

I promise you, the word you want is faze, not phase. It means to be disturbed or disconcerted. You can phase in a plan, or you can phase out some obsolete technology. Heck, on Star Trek you can even set your phasers on stun.

But when you say you weren't "phased" by what happened, I have no idea what you're talking about. Cheers.
 
(Just to be clear, this is directed to certain persons in rl, not here.)

To those whose writing I'm forced to read:

I promise you, the word you want is faze, not phase. It means to be disturbed or disconcerted. You can phase in a plan, or you can phase out some obsolete technology. Heck, on Star Trek you can even set your phasers on stun.

But when you say you weren't "phased" by what happened, I have no idea what you're talking about. Cheers.

Depends, were they writing a Dr. Who fanfic? Perhaps they're not so ignorant after all! -winks-
 
Nothing against Dr. Who, but I think if I had to read fanfic of any sort as part of my job, I'd quit even in this economy.
 
Dear me, I really need to remember to steel a kiss on the cheek from a certain angelic one.
 
We're all adults here.
I wasn't sure where to put this but given that it's being written for a particular pair of eyes, in response to something I read in a thread, I thought I'd put it here.
I'm not going to put a name to it.
I don't think I need to.



I'm sorry.

I'm sorry you feel that others misunderstand you but it actually happens to all of us at some point. Even those we love and care for the most will misunderstand us sooner or later. It's part of life.

I'm sorry that in order to make your own qualities, all of which are admirable and attractive in their own way, seem desirable you feel you have to compare yourself with other people, and insist on doing so in a negative way.

Your outlook is your own and you should be proud of it. Don't devalue and demean the outlook, activities and life choices of others to try and defend your own ideals. Theirs might be different from yours. That doesn't make them wrong. This might not have been your intent but it's the result.

I'm not sorry that you think other women are strong, fair play to them for having the self confidence to be that way. I know I can be strong when I have to, but there are days when the doubt and the second guessing can make me feel like a shadow of myself.

And I'm sorry, but you do not own the monopoly on femininity.

Your words were not aimed specifically at me, or anyone else, but mine are aimed at you because yours offended me and I'm sure they'll offend others.

Many of the men here would be more than happy with one woman in their bed. That they might take different women there at different times is their choice. We all know people act here in different ways than they would in the real world, for many this is escapism. Don't judge them for that.

That women interact here with different men does not make them sluts, even if that's how they'd choose to describe themselves, nor does it make them any less feminine than yourself.
In fact, I think the men that interact with them, on any level, have found the same qualities you have, and think so highly of, within those women.

I would argue there are those that consider myself to be loving and thoughtful, just as there are those that would also consider me truthful...and also strong. Being one doesn't mean you can't be the other.

I know I think of myself as a romantic...but why should my idea of romance be any better than yours? Or vice versa?
The difference here is I'm happy with my definition of these things and in order to justify them I don't have to take cheap shots at yours.

What you said, intentionally or not, hurt my feelings and I'm sure the feelings of many.

I know you won't read this, or if you do, you won't acknowledge it openly. You'll probably write something, somewhere, about how I don't understand you and that that's my fault and not yours. Fair enough. I'm expecting that.
But I had to write this, for myself.
To let it out.
Because that's what being honest is, at least to my way of thinking.
 
I cast my eye across your signature a few weeks ago in a thread I used to play in and have since left. I keep reading the thread as it has lately picked up in creativity and, y'know, everyone loves zombies. Anyway, your signature was quite vehement in it's intentions, and as a scholar of the Queen's English, I will admit that you caused me to smile slightly at your comments aimed at grammar and poor linguistics.

Then I read a few of your threads.

Maybe I'm just, oh I don't know, stabbing in the dark here, but I was under the impression that if you're such a stickler for grammar, spelling, and "fairly literate, somewhat intelligent people, with a modicum of social graces", you might perhaps benefit from paying a little more attention to your writing.

I'll just do the whole 'I feel' thing.

I feel confused when I read threads in which the writer can't decide what her character's name is. I feel confused when you don't know the difference between 'licked' and 'locked'.

Oh, and I feel that 'she said' usually comes after the quotation marks when you're referring to the character making the speech. But hey. What do I know? I'm just a qualified English graduate.

I feel that nobody really has the right to tell someone else to go and learn to write correctly unless they are confident that their own writing is flawless. Mine isn't flawless. Yours isn't flawless.

Sometimes PMs can be misconstrued. I feel I should refer to your previous comment about social graces in defense of those who may end up in the asshat thread.

Use the aforementioned social graces. A lot of people on here don't speak English as their primary language, so no need for the snark, either.

Sincerely,

serpentine.
 
I cast my eye across your signature a few weeks ago in a thread I used to play in and have since left. I keep reading the thread as it has lately picked up in creativity and, y'know, everyone loves zombies. Anyway, your signature was quite vehement in it's intentions, and as a scholar of the Queen's English, I will admit that you caused me to smile slightly at your comments aimed at grammar and poor linguistics.

Then I read a few of your threads.

Maybe I'm just, oh I don't know, stabbing in the dark here, but I was under the impression that if you're such a stickler for grammar, spelling, and "fairly literate, somewhat intelligent people, with a modicum of social graces", you might perhaps benefit from paying a little more attention to your writing.

I'll just do the whole 'I feel' thing.

I feel confused when I read threads in which the writer can't decide what her character's name is. I feel confused when you don't know the difference between 'licked' and 'locked'.

Oh, and I feel that 'she said' usually comes after the quotation marks when you're referring to the character making the speech. But hey. What do I know? I'm just a qualified English graduate.

I feel that nobody really has the right to tell someone else to go and learn to write correctly unless they are confident that their own writing is flawless. Mine isn't flawless. Yours isn't flawless.

Sometimes PMs can be misconstrued. I feel I should refer to your previous comment about social graces in defense of those who may end up in the asshat thread.

Use the aforementioned social graces. A lot of people on here don't speak English as their primary language, so no need for the snark, either.

Sincerely,

serpentine.

*applauds and giggles* :D
 
the fact that this particular thread is still lurking around the first page.....is
is...

giving me extremely mixed emotions.

I remember seeing it from the first post, before the "edit"

There is something about sharing your fantasy's with another person that causes a deep emotional connection, when that connection goes wrong, it seems to hurt in a places you weren't expecting it to hurt.

I do and don't know why I am back.
I had some of the best moments and some of the worst , here..
Fucking typed words on a white background...
my spelling sucks ( thank god for spell check)
My grammar sucks, punctuation, What's that ?
sentence structure.. who needs it?
just imagine I am talking and it will work.

time I went to bed. lonely tonight. work early in the morning.
I wish all who read this a good night and ... naughty dreams.
and admonish all to take care with each others hearts.. not just your own , but the hearts of all who post on Lit, as we lay bare for all to see the insides of our desires hopes and dreams,
for we willingly hand each other the means to rip us wide open, or heal each other.
 
Dear Lit

It's been pretty awesome, all told. Highs, lows and a hell of a lot of fun along the way.

Who'd have thought it, eh?

I've made some very dear friends from all across the world, written some amazing stories that I've loved to bits. Hate to wax lyrical but, you've also helped me find myself in a way...enough of that though.

Thanks, for the last 10...here's to the next!

Love,
Me
x
 
Dear Lit

It's been pretty awesome, all told. Highs, lows and a hell of a lot of fun along the way.

Who'd have thought it, eh?

I've made some very dear friends from all across the world, written some amazing stories that I've loved to bits. Hate to wax lyrical but, you've also helped me find myself in a way...enough of that though.

Thanks, for the last 10...here's to the next!

Love,
Me
x

I, for one, am glad to have made your aquaintance. :)

:rose:
 
Dear Lit

It's been pretty awesome, all told. Highs, lows and a hell of a lot of fun along the way.

Who'd have thought it, eh?

I've made some very dear friends from all across the world, written some amazing stories that I've loved to bits. Hate to wax lyrical but, you've also helped me find myself in a way...enough of that though.

Thanks, for the last 10...here's to the next!

Love,
Me
x

Oh man, I thought that was a good-bye post at first until I saw the "here's to the next" part. Had me worried there for a moment.

Congratulations on the ten years. clinks champagne glass
 
I, for one, am glad to have made your aquaintance. :)

:rose:

The feeling is quite mutual, I assure you!

:rose:

Oh man, I thought that was a good-bye post at first until I saw the "here's to the next" part. Had me worried there for a moment.

Congratulations on the ten years. clinks champagne glass

giggles and sips her champagne

No, no. Don't panic! I'm not going anywhere.

winks

Thank you, though!
 
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