Dearest Jessica,
I killed a man yesterday. Not that I haven't done it before, but this man had not wronged me or attacked me, at least not yet. He was the former associate of the band of adventurers I ran into after (ruin town) and it was helpful to attack him to gain their trust. Once the battle started a Green Dragon had demanded we all kill this man to feed him or else become a meal ourselves.
Of course, I could have run, none of them knew me. But I was in the right position behind him after another attack and I brought home my (blade) into his heart. I watched the light in his eyes go out as he realized I had enchanted him earlier to seem familiar to him.
I do not regret it, yet I see that face in my dreams now. I haunts me. Especially because I finally have found another lead on the Cressik, with luck, I will soon return to you.
Scrayden walked away from the party of adventurers worn and glad to be on the move again. But he also felt a pang of sadness. They were wild, a bit mad really, but it had all worked out in the end. He'd even been able to level up with the help of that mad Druid who helped them.
He was disappointed the orb he'd found was not the one from his village, but now he had a lead at least, and a destination.
They came out of the rain and collapsed their umbrellas, shaking them towards the ground.
“It's great to have a bit of rain! I hope it really washes the hear out of the air.”, Carolen said smiling as she tussled her hair to get the drops out.
Harry watched her as he stood there dripping onto the pavement, “You can always see the bright side of things, I wish I had that.”
“You do silly”, she said as she moved beside him and gently gripped his free hand, “I'm your bright side.”
“I win!”, Rusty yelled as he skidded to a halt, looking back.
“Only by a whisker, maybe I let you win...”, said Granpuh Grey coming to a sharp stop, cocking a toothy smile, “have you considered that?”
Rusty wrinkled his nose and rolled his eyes, “You WISH! I'm the fastest kid on the WHOLE Great Highway!”, he said as he widened his arms to take in the whole expanse of his world.
“Maybe, but there is more to the world than this little one, much more.”, said Grey.
Part of my soul says that to me. I've told myself that for all my life. I'm always writing snippets of stories and essays. My teachers always told me that was my greatest talent.
But what have I written?
Scientific papers. Grant applications. Resumes.
There were quite a lot of blog posts there for a while.
Yes there were, and what impact did they have?
Oh, and there's twitter. There's a lot of twitter you've written.