Fiction
The Rose Garden . Content Warning.
Jack, If only things were different, if only you could see how much I love you. I know about the affair Jack, I know about all of them. And the thing is I walk around taking pictures with you, smiling at the adoring fans you have amassed. Do they know Jack? Do they know that the life we have built, the good that we have done was me? Does anyone know what your life would be without me? What YOU would be without me?
By Raine Fielder11 months ago in History
Love letter to Peter.
Dear Peter, My one and only true love, you Peter Charles Rutherford, I am writing to you this time for my heart aches. Writing to you gives me comfort in knowing this is the only contact we have while you are not next to me here. I painfully wait for your return, and can only imagine what you are going through in this dreadful war times. Please stay safe my darling, and don't try to be a hero, I know how good a heart you have. I long for your return so much.
By Satu Myyry11 months ago in History
The Cruel Hand of Fate
In December of 1945, on the cusp of World War II’s end, two souls encounter each another to begin an affair born of intrigue and attraction. He is a Chinese citizen, Hsu, living in the states and contracted by the US Military in the official capacity of an Interpreter, and she is a young seventeen-year-old girl, Lois, who has just returned to university following holidays spent at home where she met the impressive and well-spoken Hsu while at an SRO dance. Immensely drawn to each other, they see each other a number of times before forced to only speak through an exchange of letters which reveal growing affections while one pleads for the other’s attention amidst growing concerns of prevailing prejudices. In a different span of time, on the heels of a war inspired by bigotry and hatred, the girl gives way to fear, mightily influenced by both her family and her peer’s opinions for she is young and naïve, though her heart yearns for something she has yet to fully understand. Two twin souls from completely different backgrounds and circumstances, alone and so very lonely, cross paths, intersecting ever so briefly while traveling along a road fate has so cruelly divined.
By Cindy Calder11 months ago in History
Undiminished
“Mable, my Mable” he muttered, voice raspy, palm limp in hers. He willed his eyes open, but like a door shoved by a strong wind, they inevitably slammed shut again. Then his lips quirked up ever so slightly, his eyes fixing on her one last time, red and glassy but holding a glimmer of what they always had—devotion with a hint of jest. His forehead glistened with sweat and for a moment his breath stilled. But then he tugged her arm and pulled her forward, whispering, “The floorboard. The loose one at the back of the closet. Forgive me Mable. Forgive me.”
By Emily Fine11 months ago in History
A Love Unfinished . Content Warning.
This is a letter that was written on October 28th, 1917, in France. This letter is from Jack to his beloved Evelyn. Jack is a soldier, and he knows in his gut that he will not return to his Evelyn. This is his final letter to his beloved. His final letter saying goodbye.
By Megha Pavanagd11 months ago in History
All's Fair in Love and War. Content Warning.
October 3, 1918 My Darling Nellie, I was saddened to hear of your father's passing. I know how much he meant to you and you to him. My poor dear girl, I cannot imagine the grief you must feel. If only I could be by your side to kiss your tears away and bring that lovely smile back to your face!
By Morgan Rhianna Bland11 months ago in History
Gold Frames.... Top Story - March 2025.
March 12th, 1915... My Dear Beth, I know that you were born a month ago, and named for your mother, my dearest Bess. She tells me that she kissed my gold-framed photograph each night, now on your behalf as well as her own, until you are old enough to do it yourself. I pray that the Great War will be over before then, or that I will have had leave enough to come home so you both can kiss me in person, before that time.
By Natasja Rose11 months ago in History
Hearts in Hiding. Runner-Up in Love Letters Through Time Challenge.
November 13, 1943 Amsterdam, The Netherlands * Dearest Edith, It saddens my heart terribly that this will be the last letter I am able to send you. Klaas flew into a rage today and I fear he will betray us if he has not already. His parents have been very generous to me, but with the scarcity another mouth to feed is something he says he will no longer abide. I will have to leave tonight and hope that the cover of darkness is enough to shield me from detection. I will go to the country and see if there is any farmer still willing to hide a man of strong body in his barn.
By D.K. Shepard11 months ago in History
A Final Appeal. Honorable Mention in Love Letters Through Time Challenge.
Dearest Beloved, Full three weeks have stretched their dreary course since last thy tender murmur graced mine ears. While the hours bereft of thy affection weigh heavy on my weary heart, yet still I feel the gentle linger of thy lips and taste the honeyed fragrance of thy breath. Though the call of battle did wrest thee from my arms, naught within this mortal realm could wrest thee from my heart. And so, I await thy return with trembling lips. Thy silence renders me speechless and pale, drawing questions from my lord. Thus forsaken, I count the days until I may bask within thy welcoming embrace once more.
By Laura Pruett11 months ago in History
A Letter To A Rose
My darling Rose, It has been a few days since I last heard from you. Since then, I have scribbled a few things down in the hope that you have received them. However, I fear that they may be lost or stolen away and in the hands of someone unworthy to read my precious words to you.
By A R D Wilson11 months ago in History
