Inspiration seems to happen in clumps. I see Usoki has posted over on the bowwwm chicka thread, but I'm starting a new one here because I want some input from all you stupid geniuses. I won't copy anyone verbatim in the actual story, I just want some inspiration. Anyway, here we go.
Psychotic Love Letter:
Dear Joe,
After a frenzied search through my purse, I finally found that little piece of paper. That torn napkin with your email address and your digits. Do you remember that night, Joe? How you sensually rubbed my arm and whispered sweet Italian nothings in my ear? Do you remember how distressed you were when I told you I couldn’t go home with you and the others because I was, I was waiting, for somebody else? I remember seeing you as you drove away, that downcast expression which knew that I could not be yours that night. Oh Joe, do you know how long I have kept your picture at my bedside? How many times I have drenched that little image with my tears and also with my. Oh Joe, do you know how much I think about you, night and day, but always with the painful knowledge that you can’t be mine tonight, or the next night. Let’s change all that, Joe!
I’m going to be perfectly honest with you. I don’t want to talk bullshit and I don’t want to exchange pleasantries. I want to tie you to your chair and then knock you over backwards while subjecting you to the most torturous of ticklings. I want to lick you until you turn red and splotchy. I want to rip off your clothes bit by little bit with my nail scissors and if I pinch you in the process, so much the better. I want to press my body into yours until it seems impossible that we could ever have been two separate beings. I want us to fall together into the neverending pit, without any hope of ever coming to the surface again. I want to devour you, body and soul. I will have you as my own.
Joe, I know where you live. In fact, I might go there tonight. No, I will go there tonight. No one will notice your head in my freezer, will they? No, probably not. Frozen, my love, cryogenically preserved, I could have you forever and ever. No one would ever take you away from me ever again, my sweet Joe.
If only you knew what delightful tortures I have in store, but first we must meet, Joe. For a coffee, perhaps? Yes, let’s have a nice coffee and catch up on old times. Then I will take you home and drink your blood, slowly, from each of the little nail-scissor gashes so artistically arranged across that broad manly chest of yours.
Eternally yours,
Ves
Can anyone else write an awesome psychotic loveletter?
Psychotic Love Letter:
Dear Joe,
After a frenzied search through my purse, I finally found that little piece of paper. That torn napkin with your email address and your digits. Do you remember that night, Joe? How you sensually rubbed my arm and whispered sweet Italian nothings in my ear? Do you remember how distressed you were when I told you I couldn’t go home with you and the others because I was, I was waiting, for somebody else? I remember seeing you as you drove away, that downcast expression which knew that I could not be yours that night. Oh Joe, do you know how long I have kept your picture at my bedside? How many times I have drenched that little image with my tears and also with my. Oh Joe, do you know how much I think about you, night and day, but always with the painful knowledge that you can’t be mine tonight, or the next night. Let’s change all that, Joe!
I’m going to be perfectly honest with you. I don’t want to talk bullshit and I don’t want to exchange pleasantries. I want to tie you to your chair and then knock you over backwards while subjecting you to the most torturous of ticklings. I want to lick you until you turn red and splotchy. I want to rip off your clothes bit by little bit with my nail scissors and if I pinch you in the process, so much the better. I want to press my body into yours until it seems impossible that we could ever have been two separate beings. I want us to fall together into the neverending pit, without any hope of ever coming to the surface again. I want to devour you, body and soul. I will have you as my own.
Joe, I know where you live. In fact, I might go there tonight. No, I will go there tonight. No one will notice your head in my freezer, will they? No, probably not. Frozen, my love, cryogenically preserved, I could have you forever and ever. No one would ever take you away from me ever again, my sweet Joe.
If only you knew what delightful tortures I have in store, but first we must meet, Joe. For a coffee, perhaps? Yes, let’s have a nice coffee and catch up on old times. Then I will take you home and drink your blood, slowly, from each of the little nail-scissor gashes so artistically arranged across that broad manly chest of yours.
Eternally yours,
Ves
Can anyone else write an awesome psychotic loveletter?
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