Dear letterists,
This week we challenge you to be extra creative. Use the words below to create a poem or story and upload a photo you took to go along with it.
- Bright
- Arctic
- Poor
Tag your letter "weeklychallenge".
Make your mark!
Finish the story.
"All alone she sat there in front of her window. Listening to sad music. After ending that toxic relationship she didn't know who she was anymore. She realized she was always what he wanted her to be. Now it was finally time to learn who she was...."
Tag your letter "storytime".
Dear letterists,
What would you like to tell yourself this week? Motivate yourself to make it your best week yet. Write a letter to yourself and tag it "dearself".
Make your mark!
Dear Mom,
I wish that I could talk to you , this is one of those times I don't know what to do.
Your granddaughter needs anger management and parenting classes. Because, my daughter would never behave the way your granddaughter is behaving and still has no bond with her son. I'f I could send you roses in heaven I would have to ship them, and me along with them too you.
I feel like I'm failing her as a Mother, I see now everything I did probably made you feel like this. I miss you so much. Please watch over my children and grandchildren, when I am not there to protect them. Keep them safe Mom until I can get there.
I'm sorry for taking you for granted. I love you always.
Dear lettrists,
I have spent more time lately learning about people who overcome adversity, and especially those who have developed an inner strength that makes them untouchable.
Of particular note are those indelible people who have learned to “struggle happy,” which sounds strange but it’s a very real condition, and also the title of the book my daughter Ana recently crafted. I know that Struggle Happy, the book, would have never been done so well, without the inspiration of the lettrs app, and it’s amazing PenPals from across the world.
Sincerely,
And it wasn’t that you didn’t love her;
It’s that your heart belonged somewhere else and you couldn’t pretend anymore.
Christkindlemarkets are a big deal in Germany. They are everywhere in almost every midsize city. But all the glamour is gone. My kids will never be able to attend a market without anti terror barricade at each entrance or exit of the market. It used to be a place to enjoy time together with friends in family. Getting ready for Christmas. Now it's a place of some fear and a weird feeling. Whenever you are standing at a booth, you can't just relax and enjoy anymore, all the security measurements around you keeps you aware of the possiblity it can happen all the time again.
So sad
Stars are like very long living bursts of lights millions miles away just doing their own thing
I admire their independence
Some people rely on money to help them feel more secure and less anxious about their future. Others feel less attached to money, for they do not gain a sense of security or self-worth by accumulating wealth. They create peace of mind through the relationship they establish with themselves and others. @PLECCA
Todos hablan de tener poder. Pero ¿Qué es poder en realidad?. Nos sentimos en ocasiones tan grandes y fuertes al lograr tantas cosas con nuestro esfuerzo y mérito. Dinero, posición y amistades es lo primero que está presente siempre. Es como una zona de seguridad que tenemos, porque nuestras necesidades están suplidas o al menos llevamos vidas acomodadas. ¿Pero qué es poder en realidad?. Hoy. Hoy. Hoy. La vida me ha recordado que luego de un mal día, tener "Poder", es llegar a casa y tener un hombro donde recostar la cabeza aunque sea vía llamada telefónica. "Poder", es tener con quién conversar de tu largo día y que alguien se olvide de un momento de sus problemas para poder pensar en ti, ...
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Con las experiencias que vivi aprendi a comprender el alma como un musculo, que si se agota con momentos alegres o tristes, al llegar la noche podrías dormir profundamente, aún que será inevitable revivir esos momentos mezclados en un sueño profundo.
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Dame esa sonrisa perfecta, que me lleve por aquel camino, sin perdida, sin descanso que no se sienta el cansancio, junto a esa luna perpetua.
iluminame con tus ojos,cada paso que he dado, sin tropiezos, sin caidas, sin llegar a caer en aquel viejo precipicio que por mucho tiempo, fue la cadena que lleve siempre conmigo...
F.Marin.
summer has to wait
it’s turn to feel
the Sun’s burn
and like summer
waits in line
through the
other seasons
I will wait until
you are mine -
you are the Sun
I am a summer sky
waiting until
winter, fall, spring -
pass by.
Dear Reader,
How are you? I hope you are doing fine.I am looking for someone that can do penpals with me one day.But for now,I will just enjoy my life for now.I was kinda hoping for someone who likes K-Pop.It will be fun to talk about K-Pop.Well,I hope for someone to penpal me soon.Bye for now.
I wish I would've had my phone at KFC tonight. The BBQ big crunch stacker. Double. It was so greasy it slipped out of my hand, off the table and right on my grandmother's lap haha. Ruined those pants for sure. Ive been home for an hour now and it's finally hit me. My stomach is too heavy to move off of this lazy boy. Now with that added to my weekly diet along with bigmacs, sweet and sour chicken, roast beef sandwiches and endless coffee Ill probably live forever.
I talked to an Aussie girl on and off for about 6 years online. I pushed her away again. I've done it several times over the years., She'd block me, I'd look her up a few months later and we'd talk again until I ruined it again. T...
Te recuerdo cómo la de la eterna sonrisa, siempre fuerte y de buen humor.
Definitivamente, para muchos era imposible que nos pudiéramos haber llevado bien, por la forma diferente de ser.
Me veías como el típico cosentido en su casa, quien te daba risa mi forma de hablar. Y para mi eras la hippie aplicada que no le entendía mucho del vocabulario. Aunque habláramos el mismo idioma español, naciéramos en el mismo país, eran palabras diferentes con las que podíamos expresar lo mismo.
Nose ni cómo nos hicimos cómo hermanos. Te abrí mi pasado, mi infancia y recibí lo mismo de tu parte. Conocimos las cosas que hacían quebrar las voces al hablar.
Si, tus amigos eran de esa misma línea de ser a l...
