Room 13 is assigned to an emotionally unstable individual. His mission is to write the story he was born to tell. He knows of this motel's colorful past and the unspeakable acts that have taken place in the enclosure he now occupies. The manager explained to him that no woman nor man has ever willingly stayed there for more than a week. Two couples insist on staying in said room at least once a year as part of their beloved tradition and because of the insatiable taste for madness that drives them. Whenever the room was taken, it never stayed that way for long.
I often cry passionately..
during these dark nights
and in some way
It teaches my sad heart ..
to love more deeply
remember more fondly
and laugh more heartily.
the heaviness of my sorrow
has taught me..
how brisk laughing feels..
Dear Drew Bartkiewicz,
Thank you for reading my post.
I think about LETTRS is a unique platform. I like. especially stamps and doodles.
I write what could not write on Twitter or Facebook. Like a "Message in bottle".
The emergence of Lettrs reminds me of a State Department program started by President Eisenhower called "People to People". Reaching out across the globe to share ideas and experience. I spent several months in Kenya in 1980 building a sport program within People to People
Lettrs now allows the program to stay alive once again through the growth of modern communications. We all are now only a few seconds of time away from each other.
People to People once again!
The Ethos of lettrs
If we are we unable to take just a minute to sign a letter or thought for something or someone we care about, then what do have a minute for? I started this network of kindred spirits with the simplest of rules; you literally had to take time to write, with a one minute minimum before delivery or publishing. Did you know it takes the human mind an average of 58 seconds to complete an original thought or process a full emotion? Everything prior to that is reflex, reaction and impulse. That is the land of chats, snaps and tweets.
lettrs is the network designed for reflection, not reflex, of hand signed communications actually designed to last. It is perh...
Dear Drew Bartkiewicz,
The thing I'll miss the most is knowing that the guys in the locker room are all we had. There were no trades or cuts for us. So we knew that we had to win with what we had and that made us fight for one another that much more! Great question!
Ps I love seeing Anthony up in the corner for my stamp! That's awesome!
You and your friends are quite the characters.
The adventure we shared was an unforgettable experience.
I was surprised to find those holes dug in my backyard. After noticing a few things different about my house and remembering those talks we had,
I knew it had to be you.
Come back soon. The water will be waiting.
Still under the bed waiting for a hot and steamy humping session to end, Family Man knew the risk of turning his phone on was not one to take. Maybe an hour or so later after the rest of the Mean Team returned, the man under the bed suppressed his urge to throw up when a Hot Cheeto touched the floor. A hand that went to grab the fallen treat wore a familiar ring on one of it's fingers. Said hand was given a strong middle finger. Guests in room 13 decided going bowling in a group setting was the best idea as their team's youngest member has a date with a princess.
"Prom / Room 12"
Lisa and Nancy planned to surprise Sam with a dress they were making for her. Ralph was still dumbfounded about her new pool. Lisa and Fred found the news hysterical. Nancy saw the humor but was more concerned about finding her nail polish. The surprise from her new friends brought tears to her eyes. After hugs, a plan was discussed for prom night.
In room 12, Sam waited until Max was on top of her. When he called her dress ugly, Sam reached for her knife. Ralph saved Max's life by dragging him to the bathroom. Fred stood in the tub with a gun on Max as Lisa and Nancy walked in with a curling iron, pair of scissors, permanent marker, and bag of Hot Cheetos.
Dear Drew Bartkiewicz,
❤️ thank you,
I love it here it's a true community
With your permission, sir, your artistic paper collection keeps growing.
The Reflection of Dark Day,
Dark Memoires and Dark cloud is
a devastated after it passes from
your life and also
It is a remembrance of knowing
whether it has a choice of ways, to
find how and when it is going to
occur or else has an indication
sound to alert before to
happen something destructive,
for once to once life shifts
later on the time changes according
For few minutes the
time is not yours, it is in
hand of "Dark" Shadow
who is behind at you waiting to harm
you so better don't give a chance.
"Don't Go towards the
Darkness that takes you,
from within automatically
you will be the darkest life.
Stay on the way called
Street (Bright) Light".
Dear Fallon's Fridge,
I am a little late to the party. But I thought you would like my thank you letter.
Thank you, my smile shaped wires, for the years of support
For keeping me from black eyes
For keeping me uncomfortable, yet still perky
For reminding me how unfair life can be
Big boobs and underwires. BFF''s
Dear Sports fans,
Growing up, sports played a fundamental role in my development as an individual and helped me cultivate a strong set of values. Kindergarten through fifth grade, I attended a very small school; my whole class consisted of 20 students. This made it hard to meet new people, baseball was huge in helping me break out of my shell so to speak. Playing baseball taught me how to deal with pressure and how to lead a group of people without elevating yourself above them. Most importantly it taught me not to fear failure rather to embrace it. As Winston Churchill once said, “Success is going from failure to failure without losing your enthusiasm.” There is no sport which that quote i...
To no one in particular,
Whenever I see the word "letter", I always wonder, did I forget all the format of how to write? What should go where, and how to get the right format, but I have no clue. In the past few days, there have been some really good letters posted here I guess, letters in the truest sense. I know I myself don't really post anything, I think I forgot about it completely when I stopped sending private letters as well, the very little I used to write one like a letter.
But seeing those letters made me want to write letters again, even if it's open, or to anyone. And I would really love to see people send letters again, but some hey, hi chat messages to ...
Swingers / Hide & Seek
Exactly 11 minutes after Lisa and Fred drove away, Family Man approached the motel to investigate inside of their room. He was surprised by how tidy it was and wished his sons would follow their example in terms of cleanliness. Before he could investigate further, Nancy and Ralph arrived on site. Family Man cursed the number 13 for being their room number. He wondered if the approaching guests would have a need to check under the beds. The rare breeds were already at the top of the stairs so Family Man turned his phone off and muttered to himself as he crawled under a bed like a six year old playing hide and seek. Apparently, the bed without a grown man beneath it was ...
Family Man & Four Holes
They knew he was following them. Fred caught a glimpse of his face at the diner. There were other "survivors" with a thirst for revenge. This Family Man on their tail is different. He has a mysterious history. His wife, daughter, and two stepsons seem perfectly normal. Sometime after releasing Family Man back into the wild, Ralph seduced daddy's little princess and convinced her to runaway with him. Then he did some digging, figuratively and literally. Disguised as Gene Simmons thanks to Lisa, Ralph dug four people sized holes in the Family Man's backyard and stole a family photo to scare him away. The demonic mime remembered successfully throwing 34 Hot Cheetos into ...
You are a deep blue ocean under the starry night, inviting letters in the dark from every corner of the world.
Thank you for bringing your depths to the quiet, silent, but never still, sea of lettrs.
You make us better and it is with pride I autograph this letter today.
I was looking in the seashore,
inside the water
My mind discovers a small imagination moment,
I was travelling
Alone in the ship, no one is on the ship, just me and the blue world is looking to each other,
I was deeply slept through mind then eyes blink my dream fled away again I started looking on the water
I was looking at the waves of water that reminds me to shows that my face is thinking about the most despair past, I looked upon inside to open the page of closed book(Past) but the wave has moved away so my
thinking changed again,
I could not concentrate on all that is needed to live, my need to look at mirror
to see myself and talk about anxieties I...