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There used to be a ton of these threads and they were quite amusing, so here we go...
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Dear Ridge,
Oh my goodness. Talk about an identity crisis. One page you're so shy and unnoticable that teachers don't even notice when you cut class for a week (which is completely unrealistic, by the way), and then you're a snarky social spy who comes up with cutesy little nicknames for all the cliques at your school. You skip school and hide out in the woods for a week (again, what?) to find evidence for your mystery, but then you insist you like magic tricks because "you don't need much evidence to believe things".
On the other hand, I like you. You're rather mysterious. Maybe it is believable to achieve a level of invisibility where teachers can forget you're even there (a skill I would love to master). Also, while I haven't written much about your relationship with your father yet, it's pretty cool in a sad way, him sending you to a school for troubled kids solely because he hates your interests. Plus I kind of ship you and Nove, since you're both outcasts.
By the way, what's with the angsty glares and scowls at David? It's just...weird. It's like you're trying to add conflict that doesn't even need to be there.
Your super-awesome Creator of Creativeness,
WritingWarrior
submitted by WritingWarrior
(March 15, 2014 - 9:13 am)
(March 15, 2014 - 9:13 am)
It's supposed to be your own book characters, but you can write a letter to a published book character if you want. Actually, that sounds like a good idea...
(March 18, 2014 - 2:51 pm)
Haha! I'm constantly mentally talking to my characters. It's how I keep my sanity.
Dear Dehlia,
Please stop being so cold to me, but open to the villian! For Heaven's sake, dear girl, you have a brain, please use it. Put a bit more attitude out there, it's not unheard of. And quite relying on the fairies, they don't control you. Broaden your horizens, literally. And will you actually start thinking about this infernal family mystery I've given you, instead of being so empty headed? And please have more personality, I know you have some. Right now I could ship you with a brick. I cannot understand why you aren't afraid. For the record, you're about to die.
Sincerely,
You Loving Author
P.S. Croc, if you are going to come back from the freaking dead, just do it, and don't pester me in my dreams! If you want to live, do it yourself.
(March 18, 2014 - 5:35 pm)
Dear Helen Wilkinson,
How can you constantly try to dig up Percival Sebastian's past? I know, I know, I made you like that,but don't you think it has gotten a bit out of hand? All Percival Sebastian is trying to do is care for Stella May, and keep her from using her powers so much that they exhaust her. Stella is only a six-year-old, I must remind you. And what's more, you know you want to escape that wretched orphanage with them. You want to go find your own parents, while they look for their mother.
Regards,
Choca
(March 20, 2014 - 8:44 am)
Here's my letter to a book character:
Dear Lyra Silvertongue,
Look, I liked you a lot. A LOT. I thought you were one of the coolest protagonists ever created. Especially in a fantasy series, since the genre is so overrun by pseudo-medieval men (think Eragon). I loved your friendship with Pan, which made me want to have a daemon like no one's business. I loved your friendship with Iorek, and your ability to read the alethiometer. I wanted to meet you, I wanted to enter your world and meet all the fascinating people you got to know on your trip North: Lee Scoresby, Serafina Pekkala, even Lord Asriel and the devastating Mrs. Coulter. I thought you were the best heroine ever.
Until you met Will. I never liked him from the start. He had no personality. He led you away from your glorious world. He turned you from a spunky young girl into a mooning, desperate teenager in the worst possible way. And he wasn't worth it. So what if he could cut through the air with a knife? People had before. Iorek and the alethiometer both called him dangerous. Yet you stuck by him. Fell in love with him and lost the ability to read the meter. Cried when you realized that you had to go back to your own wonderous Oxford and leave him. Seriously, girl??? You can meet other people, and you only knew him for, like, a month? If your Philip Pullman was supposed to use you to illustrate love, he could have done it a little less soppily. And I, as a rule, like romance. The fact that I was nauseated by yours must mean it wasn't so great.
I still like to read your adventures in The Golden Compass, but I am so disappointed at how you changed.
Best wishes all the same from an old devoted reader,
Everinne.
(March 20, 2014 - 7:41 pm)
Okay, this is cool and should be interesting :)
Dear Charlie,
I love your sensitivity but please take a risk soon. Life must be lived beyond your books. And please, please accept Peggy as a friend. You have no friends. You are lonely are you not? She is practically a female version of you. Won't you please stop being anti-social. Just live a little okay buddy?
Your author,
Katie of the land of snow
(March 21, 2014 - 4:38 pm)
Vivi,
Yikes. You're in a pretty sticky situation, huh? Well, I don't know how to help you.
Sorry.
Love, Nora
;D
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