A Wife's Final Letter by AnnieLockwood, literature
Literature
A Wife's Final Letter
How do I even begin to explain how I feel about you? There are no words in all of creation to express how vastly I love you, but yet I cannot suppress my sadness at times. When I am with you, my heart fills with such joy that the world around us ceases to exist and I can only think of the next beautiful expression that will cross your face or the next instant that your soft but masculine voice will fill the air around me. Why is it that I battle depression at times like this though, when I am alone and my mind is free to wander into its own deepest crevices?
Do not misunderstand me, my love; I am not frequently unhappy. Some individuals ar
Dearest lover,
I long for the security of your arms around me. When my mind settles on thoughts of you in that marshy trench, I cannot combat my sorrow. Darling, you must do the best that you can to return to me, for you alone hold my heart. If anything should happen to you, I will surely die. Did you receive the blanket that I sent you? Please let me know if there is anything else that I can send to make you more comfortable.
When will this horrid war be over? The children are anxious to show you some of the things that they have done for school as of late. Some of their recent projects have been so big that I had to accompany them to sc
Jasper Wintergreen, the tall and lanky black haired boy, rubbed his face with a sigh and leaned forward in his desk chair. Blinking the sleepy haze out of his big brown eyes, he turned to look at his closet door. The man recalled the new leather jacket that his best friend Roger had gotten mere days before, and the extreme feeling of envy that had coursed through his body. Jasper desperately wanted that black leather coat with its trendy cut and sleek look. He knew that it would look better on his own body than it would on his shorter, more round friend. His friend had not even bothered to get the proper size! It was as if the other boy want
He was a winged man A man of the sky and of the clouds and of the air; and his crime on that fateful night was one of the most terrible ones he could've ever committed. Stefan could feel the darkness closing in around him as he stepped lightly through this suddenly hostile forest. Behind him, somewhere in the distance, the entire horizon was lit up with the living flames that engulfed the entire southern portion of his former home. A lot of events led up to this one, but his most significant memory when he looked out over the dimming jungle clearing was of the one Gathering that had begun this tortuous lifestyle of exile.
Every year,
What is the first thing that comes to mind when someone says the term "stupidity?" What kind of people do you consider "stupid?" Think about this throughout the following proposal. There are so many people who do questionably idiotic things, and there is no government plan that would make the world run more smoothly for the people who are more intelligent. With my theory, there would be a "hunger games" for the idiots. Although instead of forming a reality show around contestants who are used as statements that there is no hope, my "hunger games" would be centered on any group of people who takes and fails a test similar to the ACT or SAT th