Dear Alekxander,
Great tragedy has hit the town. Yellow Fever has stuck. Everyone I know has evacuated. The only reason why I remained here is because I await your arrival..
It has been more than a year since I last spoke to you. More than a year since I last saw you. My heart grows weary. Inside our house is where I spend most of my time. I look out the window, having false hope.
I grow hungry. Empty cupboards cant feed a person. There is one to sell quality food. Even if there were, I would not have the money to afford it.
I am so alone Alekxander. The fact that you will never return haunts me. Every thing happens for a reason; at least I would like to think so. It does not matter. Nothing matters anymore. I do not have you to love, what is more to say.
To add to my pain, I have been feeling quite sick. Could the fever come to me at last? My entire body aches. I barely have the strength to continue this letter. I shall go to sleep and write to you once more in the morning.
“Real love is Forever”
* Devi Natas *
P.S All would be good
If you were not laying
six feet under. Maybe
I should look forward to not waking.
Please tell me what you think
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'having false hope' sounds a little akward, 'holding onto false hope', or something would sound better
and when the hunger is mentioned, that same line it says 'there is one to sell...' should not it be 'there is no one..'?
but otherwise it is good, if a little vague -
"Alekxander" .. how original!
This is such a sad story. "Every thing" can be one word, by the way. The conclusion to the story is touching, sad, and very good. It all is. Good job. -
this was very interesting good job i did enjoy reading this keep up the good work and happy writing to u
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Interesting to write a story within a letter. I like your creativity in this piece. Keep up the good work!
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