Love Letter Contest - 2000 Minas Prize!

[Jistuma 1996]

*A purple haired Half Elf named Daniel runs through the streets of Alras shouting*

 

"Everyone, everyone! I'm doing a contest! The prize is of 2000 minas for the winner, and 200 minas for the second and third prize! All you have to do is write a love letter! Yes just that, just a love letter from a secret admirer to someone name Beth! The best letters will receive the prizes!"

 

*He quickly goes place a locked box with an opening for paper in the middle of Alras with a note over it.*

 

Contest has Ended!

 

Enter the Love Letter contest! Write a love letter from a secret admirer to someone named Beth, and participate and maybe win 2000 minas! Leave your name in the envelop, but not in the letter itself. Have fun and maybe win 2000 minas! Contest lasts two elven days. Place the letter below.

 

The Winners of the Love Letter Contest are:

 

1st Place: Ruonna the Sister!

2nd Place: Malineer the Alchemist!

3rd Place: Issabella the Bear Druid!

[Bethykinss 158]

Beth chases after Daniel, pouting as she yells "DAN! Get back here! This is /so/ humiliating!"

((On phone, will edit this :3

[Tentoa 3161]

-Malineer hears this from his bunker and shrugs, moving to sit down while mumbling "Damnit Daniel.."-


"To Beth, from your most ashamed secret admirer. It is with a heavy, yet fluttering heart that I write you now to confess my cowardice. I have seen you. I have seen you and spoken to you, we have known eachother for some time but I am too cowardly to allow my feelings to escape through articulation and so I must write you this. You are sweet, refined sugar in this bitter world of vinegar. Your smile a master's work that all the polished ivory envy. Your eyes an aperture to some locked away prize of love and affection worth more than a king's treasury and yet I dare not venture. 

I cannot hold these feelings within me any longer, less my heart burst in my chest, nor can I express myself in person to you. So I must express them through the written word, and strip my identity from them. Forgive me, but it is all I can do.

Sincerely, Your Secret Admirer."

The lime eyed Mali'aheral wanders to his foyer, sealing the letter in an evelope with a wax Stamp and writing his name neatly on the front before sending it along.

[Avacyn 1712]

Dear Beth,

 

My heart is afire with passions for you and your wonderful smile. Your giggle haunts the depths of my mind, and I simply cannot get it out of my head. I wrote you a poem, to show my devotion.

 

Roses are red,

 

True love is rare,

 

Booty, booty, booty,

 

Rockin' errywhere.

 

I hope you enjoy and and keep it dear to your heart, as you are to mine. 
 

From,

 

Your Secret Admirerer

[Kardel 1054]

A pale, old dwarf chuckles at the notion, wheezing among st his laughter, and picks up his quill with a shaky hand.

 

"Dear Beth. We've know each other for a very long time, but now I simply must confess. Every time I see you walking down the stairs, your big bosom and fine body beauty attracts my attention. Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more  But it is not only of your stature that I lust for, it is for you. It is for your wonderful personality and everything else about your, from our feet all the way to the finest hairs atop your head. I have been too afraid to confess my identity, as most would call this an unethical lust for love. I would be ostracized by the dwarves and laughed at by the apprentices, but alas, I cannot hold it in anymore, or my male parts shall fall off  my heart shall burst. 

 

I _{do this not for the handsome money prize that the some lad that I do not know is offering, but I do this for true love. Ever}y time your eyes come to look at my face I wet myself feel a joy greater than anything I have felt before. I could compare you to the master work of alchemy, to the philosopher's stone itself, but you are too precious and more beautiful than the most pure mixture of elements itself. Thou art my true love, and forever will be. 

 

With love for money, Kardel your m_ost humble s^{ecret a}dmirer."

 

Kardel then laughs and drops the letter off next door. 

[Rig 17591]

[A entry is sent] 

"​In the name of love I write to thee, for do I beseech that it's written in the stars we will lock hands, though not with little struggle. I do beseech you, give me a chance, I am not like all the rest. I can provide, I can care, I am your not-so-estranged teddy bear. Please do tell if you see, that you love me as I love you, in the name of the Four and God. From, you're not-so estranged friend and admirer [name here]."

[~ Fiend ~ 611]

Isabella finishes her letter, showing it to her husband before she submits it, "Does this sound artsy to you?"

 

-The letter is written in thin, brush-penned cursive of a steady hand.-

 

To the woman I know;

As true as the sea sways and roses are red, these cold images hold one alone in waking sleep. To find light in the darkness I look not further than her, sweet. Her smile, an angel's kiss upon my cheek, the lightning that sparks my lighted awake. I live to breathe the air crisp and broken, yet her heart clears the clouds when I am meek. Her words are the daggers that my bones break, the truth and the lies all given equality. What sheen any flower's beauty can be recounted, in all eyes she is fairer. When one door life closes another she opens, I find no greater solace than her take, to leave in the tenderness of a truth's totality. Her eyes are the moon's breath, the chill of the frozen night, the darkest points of light. To live in the warmth is to know true love by shattered reprise's passing, to desensitize but not minimize, such is a true art. Hers is the light of simplicity, of sought but not forgotten. This is longing; I truly know.

To the woman I wish to know;

What heart and lostness one finds in the vastest desert sands, only lost can be found and in fruitful loving. To desert one's prognosis for the favor of faith is to brave the tides of a slandered water, to find this. A spirit lost is two feet roving, never to forget she is someone's daughter, to find that sunlit field in the dark, to leave with nothing but a tear. A woman challenges but a girl calls her bluff before she takes the leap, finding the spark and the starlight forevermore. The moon will never be truly among the stars, all that can be sought is amity. A stronger wish one cannot fathom; I love her.

To bear the sweetest name, she is truly perfection.

Beth

[Huh 91]

Dear Beth,

I love you so much, I have all the merchandise. 

I pray to you every night before bed, thanking you for the life I've been given.

"Beth is love" I say. "Beth is life."

 My dad hears me and he calls me heterosexual.

 I knew he was just jealous of my devotion for you. 

I call him a jerk. 

He slaps me and sends me to go to sleep.

 My face hurts now. 

I lay in bed and it's really cold.

I start to dream. 

A ...warmth is moving towards me.

 I feel something touch me.

 It's You.

 I am so happy.

You whisper in to my ear, "This is my swamp".

You grab me with your powerful hands. 

I'm ready.

My dad walks in.

You look him straight in the eye and say "I'ts all ogre now".

You leave through my window.

 Beth is love, Beth is life.

~Your Secret Admirer~

[CosmicWhaleShark 2488]

 

Greetings to you, Beth.

 

My name is Herberta Ironbrow, and I wish to confess my love to you. I am no woman of the evening, I am a woman of battle... On and off the field. I look forward to meeting you soon, my love. The monks will need to tend to you after a night with me.

 

- With kind kisses and firm hugs, your love,

 

           Herberta

[Wolf Druid Ouity 1461]

Ouity grins as his wife shows him her entry, tipping an imaginary hat before giving his own a shot.

 

 

 

You are the bone to my wolf,

The fish to my ocelote.

 

The lightning to my Undead,

The nonexistent to my Ascended.

 

Thou art the waning and waxing tides, e'er present, e'er flowing,

Thou art the flame to my desire, never departing, ne'er faltering.

 

If I could think of a word to describe you? Hot.

If I could think one for my leaving you? Not.

 

I am yours forever more, though thou art an ex-Druid *****.

Though I think you should rot in the nether,

2,000 minas is a lot- *the pen trails off, as if the hand of the writer had been slapped*

 

Though my intentions are not the best

I wish you would latch onto my vest,

and snog the **** out of me,

'Cause I've waited so patiently.

 

I follow you around like a lost dog,

And you feed me scraps like I'm a hunchbacked sod.

 

Marry me please,

Your Secret Admirer

[CommunistSpy 441]

A chubby Strelt walks up and scrawls a barely-legible love letter.

 

'EY BBY!

U WAN SUM LUV?
 

[lukejes 55]

Kwint decides to take a crack at it:

Beth-

I cannot close my eyes without seeing your face. Your beauty knows no bounds; you rival the sweet flowers of a spring's morn. I care not your race or creed, only that I can lay my eyes upon you. Our love, the purest of its kind, will be a song for bards to sing. The love that we shall share will remembered, and when forgotten, finally, in ages far from now, our tale will echo in the void, then and forever more. I deserve you not, you are of a higher kind, a blessing upon our realm and all you meet. Yet still, if you refuse me, I shall not weep, for you will always be present in my heart and in my soul.

Endless love,

Your Secret Admirer

[The Fact Core 511]

"Oh yeah. " Thinks the Oogie boogie Man as he starts to write something lovely down.

 

This is a letter to my dead father, I wrote once.

 

I have been so mentally unstable lately. I have been thinking about you constantly. Yes, I have very bad issues in my life but finding out about your situation has brought me to a point of insanity and a detrimental state of mind. You know I do love you and that I care. You are my Father Sandwich. I have the irrevocable Yin to your yang. I want to marry you and be with you, wait that sounds wrong but who cares.

 

I offered you my home a while ago and the offer is still up. I also am offering you to come up to my lair with me to live and get away from this grave. It’s eating you and it’s eating me. As your son, I experience the runner affect and effect of your situation everyday and almost every other moment I have. I need you to realize that you were fooled by the cheese. You would never do this in a million years. Is she pregnant? And if so, why? You don’t love her. She hurt you, me, us, and a lot of other people. There is no pride in that relationship you have with her. Please, stay in this grave, nobody likes you anyways.

 

I am trustworthy, you know this by now. I have been trying to reach out to you but you are clouded and blinded by maggots and by a manipulative person you call Cheese Soup.

 

And everything I wrote in this letter is all wrong, you are a bad person and now you are dead. I'm pretty proud of that father, but you wanted to die...You made me do this!

 

Get help. I love you,

 

Oogie Boogie Man

[Ruonna/Cerafina 46]

Ruonna snickers to herself. What will her brother do next to make someone embarrassed? Sitting down in her room, she starts to pen a short note.

 

My darling Beth,

 

Long have I admired you, wishing you would notice me the way that I notice you. Having watched for so long I can no longer keep silent. 

The way you move as if swaying to an unheard beat, makes me want to grab your hand and move with you.

The way you laugh, the sound of pure bells ringing out joyously, makes me want to always see you smile.

The way your eyes sparkle in mischief at times, make me want to do all I can to never have them shine with unshed tears.

The way you touch me fills my entire being with fire. You send my heart to the heavens ,bring order to my chaos, sanity to my unreason. You make the pain a thing of worth, the trials bearable. The long hard road I travel on is made better by your touch. You came and completed me. 

All these things and more make my heart flutter and my breath catch when I am in your presence, Adieu my darling until i can see you again.

 

 

The note is unsigned

 

 

"Eh, it'll do." she mutters, stuffing it into an envelope and laying it in Daniel's room on his bed.

[hellfiazz 879]

Buubztik submits his finest work, all his romantic and creative energy poured into a single masterpiece.

 

"Skah pliz"