(m) INP [December #1] A Letter to Tamlin

“Pity those who don’t feel anything at all.” – Maas, Sarah J. A Court of Thorns and Roses. London: Bloomsbury PLC, 2015. Print.

 

 

*SPOILER ALERT*

 

 

Dear Tamlin,

I’m not sure what to say to you, or even, i’m not sure why I’m writing this letter. This sounds crazy, but I miss waking up to Alis’ calls. I miss seeing Lucien’s red hair flying in the wind as he hunts. I miss the long tables where you seem like you’re in another room. And most of all, I miss you, your face, your voice, your touch, your everything. I guess I still haven’t thanked you properly for helping my family while I was gone, thank you, so very much. It’s almost surreal being at home. Seeing my dad smile from his “newly found” success and my sisters not starving to death is definitely a sight I could get used to seeing. Who would have thought Nesta would be the one to see through your glamour. At first, I kept catching her glaring at me, almost knowingly, then she actually confronted me. You know, Nesta was planning on rescuing me. Crossing the wall for me. To save me. I guess she didn’t hate me as much as I thought, huh? I told her everything that happened, she still accepted me, so that’s good. Write back, or don’t, if you’re busy.

When can I come back, Tamlin? When can I see you again? I don’t think I could endure this any longer.

Just, stay safe. I love you.

All my love,

Feyre

This letter is written when Tamlin sends Feyre back across the wall, the mortal side. She regrets not telling him, “I love you.” back and even though she writes the letter. There is no way he can receive it. Although, in the beginning, she was forced to go to Prythian, she soon falls in love with Tamlin and doesn’t want to leave him. However, he was worried that Amarantha would go look for Feyre and wanted to protect her. This letter kind of are the words she couldn’t say, and didn’t say.

 

(m) INP [October #2] Everything I Hadn’t Said

“We rarely find a depth by looking inside of ourselves for it. Depth is found in what we can learn from the people and things around us. Everyone, everything, has a story, Gia. When you learn those stories, you learn experiences that fill you up, that expand your understanding. You add layers to your soul.” – West, Kasie. The Fill-In Boyfriend. California: HarperCollins. 2015. Print.

 

*CRAZY SPOILER ALERT ONCE AGAIN*

 

The Fill-In Boyfriend

 

 

This postcard shows what the protagonist, Gia, is thinking during the climax of the story. In The Fill-In Boyfriend, Gia is dumped by her boyfriend, Bradley, the night of prom when she was going to introduce him to her friends. While Gia is stressing out, she sees another guy dropping his sister off and asks him to fill-in. To her surprise, he says yes. Thus starts a web of lies, trickery, and fraud; one that Gia knows is slowly starting to unravel. Unknowingly, she starts to fall for her fill-in boyfriend. Until out of the blue, Bradley shows up and exposes all her lies, destroying her friendships and her even jeopardizing her new-found love. This postcard is set between her fight with Hayden, the fill-in boyfriend, where his best friend tells a lie about Gia and he decides to believe him over her. After the fight, they didn’t talk, so this was supposed to represent what Gia wanted to say to Hayden, but was afraid to because of rejection.

(m) INP [September #1] Breaking Point

“I get to leave here and do what I love, whether I win or lose. And that seems to matter more than anything else.” – Taste Test, by Kelly Fiore

 

*SPOILER ALERT*

 

Breaking Point

(Short Story for Climax)

 

The betrayal I felt was more intense then anything I’d felt before, even intense than the time that Christian kissed me. Christian, oh Christian, was he going to be okay? Was he going to wake up with scars all over his oh-so-gorgeous face? Or the biggest question, was he going to wake up at all?  I couldn’t think about that. The doctor said that it was just a minor concussion, which he would just wake up from if we gave him time. Time, the one thing that was running out, the one thing that kept me on my feet, but at the same time, brought me down. I raked my hand through my hair in an attempt to calm myself down. How could I be so anxious over a guy that I despised three days ago?

All this stress for a stupid cooking show, but if I didn’t come, I would’ve never met Chris- “Nora, I’m sorry.” a hoarse voice whispered, interrupting my thoughts, I looked up to see Gigi, playing with her fingers, staring at the ground. How could she? No, how dare she? Even if it was her mom’s idea, she should’ve wondered why her mom made her do those things. Plugging the spout of the sink, messing with the electricity circuits, and messing up the stove, it all sounded suspicious. Why didn’t she think of that? I had so many unanswered questions pushing me to breaking point, like a rubber band being pulled so hard it snapped. “I can’t deal with this right now, I’m sorry.” I muttered, forcing myself off the broken once-white hospital chairs. I made my way back to the dorms, the tears fell freely down my already splotchy face. I’ll be okay. I have to. For Christian.