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The goblin inn keepers shrill voice pierced the air. “You there, nightelf.” His bony green finger pointed directly at her. Tarrina sighed, she knew what he wanted. He had been trying to get her attention for the last month now. Her shoulders slumped forward and she wound her way through the crowd so she was standing at the front desk.
A pile of letters appeared on the desk in front of her. “You have to stop with these letters. They keep coming back, and are taking up valuable space. Space is money friend.”
She nodded her head and tucked a strand of her white hair behind her ear. “I’m sorry. I’ll just take them to my room.” The words were quiet, and rough as if she wasn’t used to using her voice. She gathered the pile of letters and turned to leave. The goblins hand shot out quickly and grabbed her wrist.
“Not so fast.” The inn keeper slid off the stool and disappeared behind the desk for a second. With a mighty heave he tossed a burlap sac onto the desk and hoisted himself back into his seat.“Whoever you’re writing too, must not want to hear from you, or maybe they are…” his voice trailed off as Tarrina stared at the bag in horror. Every letter she had written had to be there.
She swallowed hard, and willed her eyes to stay dry. Tarrina fished in her pocket for a second and tossed him a couple of gold pieces, before she turned and made her way back to her room.Advertisements
A letter to my 16 year old self.
Dear Jessica – or rather Jessicka/Jesska/Jes(sic)a however you’re spelling it right now –
You’ve turned 24, and things are changing but for the better. There are still some things you need to know, or rather be reminded of.
- You are loved – more than you know. Don’t let yourself believe that you aren’t. You’re life is worth living. You’re worth loving. Don’t listen to what those other people say. They wouldn’t know a good person if it bit them on the ass.
- It’s okay to be yourself – stop pretending that you’re into things you aren’t. Stop doing things that make you uncomfortable. Start being honest, the people that are supposed to be in your life will still love you for it.
- Some friends become your family – Julie is going to become one of the best friends you’ve ever had. Brad is your soulmate (stop laughing!) don’t spend so much time not talking to him. Jaci is more important to you than you realize, don’t let other people break you apart. Be honest with her, she’ll appreciate it and still love you.
- Good Charlotte – will always be your favorite band. And will introduce you to some amazing people. Spend more time with Jordan and rock out with her. Also, when Cathie gives you Billy Bear senior year, hug her harder and tell her thank you again.
- CASA/Snowball/De-fy-it – Will save your life more than once. Stay active. Also keep in touch with Cathie. You’ll miss her as you grow up and older.
- Get your license – Don’t wait until you’re in your 20’s get it sooner.
- Crushes – Crushes are called crushes because they’re supposed to hurt. Don’t fret, you’ll move on and when you see the guys you crushed on 8 years in the future, you’ll laugh. A LOT.
- It’s okay to not know who you are – Keep changing the spelling of your name. Eventually you’ll drop the last 3 letters anyway and stick with Jess.
- Take more pictures – You’ll want to remember these times. Don’t worry about how ‘fat you are’ or how ‘stupid you’ll look’ because you’ll just regret not having the memories later.
Most of all Jessica, remember to be happy. Keep your hope alive, and keep holding on. Things will get better. Things will get so much better. I promise.
Love 24 year old,
This letter was written along with a bunch of other people who will be posting the same thing today. I found out about the “Letter to your 16 y/o self” from the front page of wordpress who linked me to Cakes, Teas and Dreams. Let me know if you decide to write a letter to your 16 year old self. I’d love to read it.
Tarrina curled up on the dirty floor. Her knees pulled to her chest, arms wrapped around them. She squeezed them tighter as another painful shock tore through her body. But still she would not make a sound, no tears escaped. She just lay there, curled up, eyes staring straight ahead.
“Someday ya gon have ta make a noise mon.” the troll growled as he set another shock through her body. “Someday ya gon realize dat nobody be comin’ through here lookin’ ta save ya.” Finally, his mana depleted the troll stopped. “Ya brought this upon ya self nightelf. Ya knew bettah than ta be comin’ ’round here. Ya lucky ol’ Mag found ya first, insteada one’a dose dirty bloodelfs, dey’d as soonas suck ya mana dry as let ya go. Me, I’s just gon have a little fun wid ya first.”
I’ve got the urge to write again. It’s bad though, because what I want to write is not happy. There is no happy ending for the characters I have in mind. It’s a rather dark story. What’s up there, is part of something I started working on awhile ago. I’ve got bits and pieces to a story. But when I put my pen to paper it just comes out jumbled. I’m waiting on a letter, the letter will tell me where this story goes next. I just need to keep checking the mail box.