Final Destination

Dear Miss Mirth,

I want to thank you first for breathing me into existence. Without you, mother-nature to the heavenly doors of creation, and God to the universal writing world, I would never have lived this life the unholy universe intended me to live.1

In these cells, you gave me not only a chance to live, but a chance to be a part of your own life creator. Together we have opened a world, which alone we thought impossible. 2

The pages in which you poured your heart into, and lacerated mine. I read with a gratification that I hold dearly to my withering heart. Between each line: from turmoil, torture and guilt, to lust and lies, you presented me to the world in a way that a lesser writer would have massacred. 3

You gave uniqueness and diversity to my every surround, my every being. You opened a door for me, to express the emotions that had been hidden under the nooks and cracks of my brewing insanity. 4

Creator. The ghost writer of my shattering memoir. As the days draw closer towards my final destination in this life, I had to take a moment to carve this message of sacred appreciation on the stone that caves around my fragile body.5

Let it be known that I have not suffered enough for my actions, and cannot, until I have felt my life being agonizing, strangled from my rotting flesh. My crimes will never be justified, and those who had suffered around me, and for me, will never seek the closure and satisfaction that in death, I deserve.6

Take my words. Sprawled between blood from my own guilty veins, and the ink that has dried like the blood-stains on my hands. Weave them into a tale of truth.7

Tell the world that there is no justification in a crime of passion, nor a crime of hate, or sickness. To take a life, undeserving of the universe, so quickly, deserves the rape of the reaper, and that sickness should be healed, not glorified. Tell society that if sickness can no longer be healed, to keep the world safe from those whose minds know no better than to feel the pulsing, pleasure when a life is stolen from humanity.8

Creator. In my final moments I ask you to take these bound pages, and promote drastic change. If my life, and my worlds can touch someone enough for that soul person to seek forgiving guidance and unconditional support, then I have not committed these sheltered sins in vain. 9

Burn through your passion for the prominent, provoking truth in which you have blessed me with, and have been blessed with. Creator. Show the unforgiving, and unconditionally tainted life of Dylan Adams. 10

Dylan Adams.

Author notes

Thank you Pixie. For igniting this sort of spark that hit an idea hard, and let me take it for a ride. I hope that this is fitting for your contest.

About the entry. I had an idea that I wanted to see the inside of Dylan's mind. I wanted to hear from him, and really see inside of him more than your typical murderer. Your typical killer. To show people he has emotions, convictions, and he does feel remorse and guilt. So I wanted to write this letter to myself as the creator, or course in Dylan's perspective to share with myself, as well as others the nature of Dylan before he is taken to the chair.

Upon commenting. You know the drill. Comment the best you can, and please no comments under 100 words.

Blair

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  • Marta gold member
    October 29

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    What else can I write that hasn't been written? I know you hate the short comments and all but, this is a good story and any improvements needed would have been pointed out by LPixie.

    I am not one for long comments or in-depth reviews especially if the story doesn't need it.

    Feel free to delete this comment, I don't make long comments and when the story is this good it just doesn't need it.

    beginning: 5, language: 5, plot: 5, ending: 5, dialog: 5, characters: 5.


  • Lady Pixie Greeters member
    October 20

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    Absolutely wonderful. I really enjoyed reading this letter and delving into the mind of Dylan. The language used was beautiful

    P4: You gave uniqueness and diversity to my every surround, my every being.

    surroundings

    That was the only mistake I saw off-hand

    Overall, it was a lovely read indeed
    Thank you for being a part of the group and participating in the contest

    Pixie