Dear Unknown Soldier, I am writing to you because, as a happy 10 year old citizen, I feel that I need to show respect and say thank you for what you have done for our country. Our world is a better place because of what you have done. Over the past 100 years, a lot has changed-and when I say a lot, I mean a lot. We have loads more things that I bet if I told you, you would have no idea what I was saying. For one, the world is now a better place and we don’t have to worry about a war and also, we are actually friends with Germany. Unless it comes to football. If only you could see this for yourself and see what you and all the men in the war have done for us and the whole world. You have made a huge difference to our country and have let us have fun, play games and let us walk outside and not worry about war. You have let us live because if you didn’t fight we would be from another country or maybe not even alive. It must be very hard; you must be very brave to put up with everything. We know you can do it. Keep going. You must be so cold and muddy, and I thought Mr Mynetts singing was bad (he’s my teacher by the way), but that’s on a whole other level. It must be so cruel and disgusting but I know you can do it. If you keep going, your memory will keep going. Don’t let the bombs or trench foot get to you, you can get through it. We will remember you for years to come. Hopefully, you survive and can live on. If only I could shake your hand and say thank you for everything but sadly, I can’t. Keep fighting, keep going and keep living. Thank you for everything, You’re sincerely, Joshua Hardman. Remember, Keep fighting, keep going and keep living. We will remember you.

December 10, 2014 Walls will find us in this life, walls and fences and so many reasons to give up, give in. It is up to us, us and only us, to climb them, to cling to them like leaves and grow anyway. Let the light shine through, for there are always cracks. Grow, grow defiant against the walls that tower around you, the fences that lock you in.          Love,         Wade

On behalf of the ERF and the MENA ERF congress committee it is our honour and privilege to welcome you to the Third Extensive Reading World Congress. This year the congress will be held in the innovative, cosmopolitan metropolis of Dubai, United Arab Emirates on 15 and 16th of September 2015 and we are confident that there will be many innovations in the theory and practice of extensive reading in second language acquisition presented at the congress in keeping with the ethos of the city. The congress will be held at the Higher Colleges of Technology, Dubai Men’s College, a seat of innovation and educational technology in the region. As we look to the future in extensive reading having the support of one leading educational institutes in the region is a great asset and will add to the flavour of the congress and its success. Of course the success of the congress ultimately lies with the quality of the presenters and their ability to engage the participants. We have a broad range of presenters from with the MENA region and from further afield who we are confident will promote and discuss the theoretical side and the practice of extensive reading in second language acquisition in such a manner that will encourage you to soar to new heights with extensive reading wherever you are from. We are waiting for you to join us. See you in Dubai!

The next day, we split into three - the lady doc went to go check on those former Italian tenants at the loony bin, Henry went to do more research, and I drove Cartier and myself to the nearest police precinct. I don't think Carson really achieved anything from her trip other than pissing off the staff at the asylum, Henry just confirmed that Knott did indeed own the Corbitt House, and the police just redirected us to some court house. It was getting late though, so we all decided it would be the perfect time to go to the house that is supposedly driving normal people insane. To be honest, the time in the house was sort of a blur - a lot of moving beds, locking doors, and strange noises. We finally get down to the basement, when all of a sudden the door closes behind us and the lights go out. I replaced the fuse, only to see a goddamn blade suspended in the goddamn air. Woah nellie, that blade did a number on us. Henry somehow was able to get a hold on it, and after some patchwork courtesy of Dr. Carson, we continued exploring. I followed Carson through this hidden tunnel into a room with an extremely dead man on a wooden plank. I scanned the rest of the room when the next thing I knew, my eyes were locked with Gladys. Gladys and Peter were standing right in front of me - it all felt so real. I walked slowly towards them, each step feeling like a mile, and reached out my hand to my wife. Just as our fingers were about to touch, they disappeared. The dead man disintegrated. The noises stopped. The doors unlocked. We went home. The next morning we let Bernie know the house was habitable once again, and we received our compensation. I drove back to Corbitt's and returned to the room where I saw Gladys and Peter, hoping to see them once again. I saw nothing. I felt nothing. I feel nothing. I need a drink.

12/4/29. I've seen some shit. I've spent the past week trying to make sense of what happened at that damn Corbitt House - hopefully writing it out will help clear my head. If not, there's always my good pal Jameson to calm the nerves. About a week ago, I drove Mr. Cartier to another one of his adventure club shindigs, when some author by the name of Hemingway Henry is going on about a well paying job opportunity for adventurers. He mentioned something about checking on the Corbitt House in the North End, but it wasn't until he uttered the property owner's name that I started to pay attention: Bernard Knott. Bernie and I go way back - that guy owes me and he knows it. Long story short, turns out some of his new tenants up and left right after moving in and Bernie was worried about his investment. Word on the street was that old man Corbitt was into some seriously messed up shit. Nobody has seen Corbitt in years, but I heard that the house drove some poor Italian fellow insane - ran him right out of the house and into the loony bin. Maybe the same thing happened to the most recent tenants? Fearing we had a crime scene on our hands, I drove Cartier and Henry to Miskatonic University in Arkham to recruit one of the top forensic pathologists in the country. He wasn't there, so we had to settle for some lippy doll named Hannah Carson - excuse me, Dr. Hannah Carson. Once she finally decided to help us out, I drove everyone back to Boston, where we eventually met up with some journalists from the Globe at some speak. Henry had some writing connection with them and, along with the booze Cartier kept throwing their way, convinced them to bring us to the Globe's archives. Henry and the lady doc were able to find some articles about the House, more or less confirming all those rumors on the street. By that point it was well past midnight, so we headed back to Cartier's boat and called it a night.

Join the Carvajal Ship Today! The Carvajal ship is leaving in a week from today twentyfifth of April 1321 with the leadership of Captain Paulo da Gama. The King ordered, the ship has to leave as soon as possible. Four jobs needed as fast as possible a boatswain, carpenter and surgeon, master gunner, and a cooper. The ship leaves at sunrise Sunday the second of May, from London Harbor to Porto, Portugal. The ship is loaded with valuable materials from the east such as silk from china and spices from The Ottoman Empire. If you think you are qualified for the job you need to be reliable and strong.

January 17th, 1329 Dear David, It’s different without you here. The house seems more quiet and lonely, I know that mama misses you. I hope all is well on your journey and I advise that you don’t return. A lot has changed since you have left and not for the better. God is punishing humankind once again, everyone is dying and no one can figure out why. The Pope says that everyone is over reacting and that we should stay close to God but it is hard to when you see thousands dead every week. I love you David, I hope I will see you again. Love, Meredith

Niechaj wszem bedzie wiadomo, ze na glowe czwórki zdrajców, Cassandera, Evasa, Freywen oraz Ragasha, zostala wyznaczona nagroda. Ostatnio osoby te widziano zbiegajace z Wrót Baldura. Powinny zostac jak najszybciej zabite. Ci, którzy udowodnia, ze zadanie wykonali, otrzymaja nie mnie, niz 200 sztuk zlota za glowe. Z rozkazu Diuka Abdela

Sinterklaas heeft je extra goed in de gaten gehouden dit jaar, De heftige gebeurtenis met je moeder was namelijk erg zwaar. Sinterklaas is ontzettend trots hoe jij je daardoor heen hebt geslagen, Nu je weer gezellig in je eigen huisje zit, ben je toe aan wat rustdagen. Samen met Teddy en Ferdy ben je altijd gelukkig samen, Maar waar je minder gelukkig van wordt is het maken van een tentamen. Sinterklaas merkt dat je je altijd erg druk maakt tijdens de voorbereiding hiervan, En dit heeft helemaal niets te maken met of je het wel aankan. Je hebt meer het gevoel dat je je opleiding doet, omdat het van je verwacht wordt, Terwijl je liever wilt breien, in opties wilt handelen of aan je huisje droomt aan een fjord. Toch zou je nog eens zelf goed kunnen nadenken om je opleidingen af te ronden, Misschien kan je je kennis later toch nog goed gebruiken voor het beschermen van dolfijnen en zwerfhonden. Als je toch tot de conclusie komt dat je echt iets anders wilt doen, Zal Sinterklaas je altijd steunen, want je bent zijn wereldkampioen. Je bent niet alleen de wereldkampioen van Sinterklaas, Ook Ferdy en Teddy zijn ontzettend gelukkig met jou, en ja, ook zonder diploma’s. Je bent de allermooiste allerbeste, allerliefste van heel Nederland, Vergeet dat nooit Lisa, want zonder jou zijn Ferdy en Teddy niemand. Sint en Piet

A very Happy Birthdsy to the most special boy in my life. I hope you enjoy this day and I am very much thankful that you have let me into your little world to spend it with you. I know it is not much and it could be a lot better but I figured it is better than not going at all. Understand that first we have a long day ahead of us on December 11, 2014. Things you need: -skates (anything to keep you warm!) -a nice shirt and shoes -appropriate attire for what is inside your next gift! I hope you are excited as I am. I love you, Adreanna Marie xoxo

I do not know how much longer I can do this for, the constant sound of ammunition being fired, seeing body after body hitting the cold dirty ground, its making go insane, I just want to return home. It will be my eighth week in the trenches and each day just becomes worse and worse. I am cold and hungry and in agonizing pain and as much as I want to complain I know I can not because I am considered lucky compared to many others. They said fighting for your country would be an honour, they said that going over seas would be an incredible adventure . They lied. Watching your fellow Canadians who have families back home just like you being shot to the ground isn't an honour. As far as adventure goes I have been sitting in the same trench for 8 weeks, the closest thing to adventure I have is trying to cross no mans land with out dying. I want to go home, I want to see my family, I do not want to be here. These battles are never successful yes we may win but how far does that get us, w all it does is kill people who are just like me, who have families and homes and are fighting for a cause of what? What are we even fighting for? What is the purpose of this war? I do not even know, all I know is I do not know how much longer I can do this for.

If thoughts had their geometry, Would ours meet? Like intersecting lines? At some point In a distant plane, Mine abscissa, your ordinate, And together, we A bracket unto ourselves, The definition of 

If thoughts had their geometry,

Would ours meet?

Like intersecting lines?

At some point

In a distant plane,

Mine abscissa, your ordinate,

And together, we

A bracket unto ourselves,

The definition of 

a full stop in eternity!

 

If thoughts had their geometry, Would ours meet? Like intersecting lines? At some point In a distant plane, Mine abscissa, your ordinate, And together, we A bracket unto ourselves, The definition of a full stop in eternity! Or would they go parallel, still, Even in those dimensions, Like the asymptotes we are, Never to meet But to keep running together, By each other’s side Chasing infinity? If thoughts had their geometry, Would mathematics be richer, simpler? Tell me, stranger, Would it still not make sense to you?

Dear Atticus, I am writing to inform you of how disappointed I am in you. First off, it is a shame you are defending a black man in court. I understand that this case is taking a personal toll on your family and whatnot, I just don't understand why you would do such a thing. It truly is a shame. It also makes you look bad since Tom was found guilty and you tried to defend him. I understand your theories on Tom's arm disability and such, but I just don't think it adds up. Second, I don't think you raise your children properly. Scout acts as if she is a young man, not a lady. You shouldn't be allowing her to wear pants and play in dirt. She should be in dresses and be playing with tea pots. She most definitely shouldn't be getting in fights, that's just ridiculous and absurd. Before I close my letter, I want you to know i am not criticizing you, I just do not agree with your decisions. Sincerely, Aunt Alexandra

Dear Billy, Internet trolling is a sensational trend that began in the late 21st century. It is an offensive act conducted upon innocent victims. Although internet trolls are often hated, the internet could not have been more polluted with trolls, in this day and age. Every day there are many reported cases of internet trolling situations gone to the extreme, many even leading to death. Zelda Williams’ story is a perfect example to briefly understand the situation at hand. After her dad’s death, the hateful comments on her social media accounts immediately prompted her to isolate herself from the rest of the world for a brief period of time. Although existent for many years, internet trolling has become more prominent than ever. Based on this, you might be asking, "What causes people to troll?" With some research, I was able to determine that although the motive for everyone is different, trolls alike can be seen as those whose intentions are worse than that of the most sadistic people on earth. Regards, Bob

Kuoleman jälkeisessä, todellisessa maailmassa sain tietää, että pojallani oli jalo sielu. Kun poikani varttui, hän lähti maailmalle ja kulki paikasta paikkaan, maasta maahan, koska hänen sielunsa halasi kohtalonsa valittua. Ja hän tuli sinun kaupunkiisi ja sinun taloosi. Hänen sielunsa kiinnittyi sinun tyttäresi sieluun. Mutta sinä olit rikas ja minun poikani köyhä. Sinä käänsit katseesi pojastani ja lähdit etsimään tyttärellesi jalosukuista ja rikasta sulhasta. ” Ja minä näin, miten poikani vaipui syvemmälle epätoivoon ja lähti vaeltamaan etsien uusia keinoja saavuttaakseesa päämäränsä, oman valittunsa, tyttäresi. Mustat voimat levittivät verkkonsa hänen ylleen ja tempasivat hänet ennen aikojaan maailmasta, ja hänen sielunsa joutui eksyksiin, kunnes se meni dibbukkina tyttäresi ruumiiseen.

Dear Dan, I writing to request your accompaniment to an establishment I have heard of just 10 minutes ride south east of your cottage called the Ranch brewery, I have it on good word for a minimal investment we can receive Carlton's finest beverages, I suggest we meet out the front of your lodgings at 5pm this evening and mosey on over to see if we can make the acquaintance of bar tender. Regards Clay Hackett

Dear Dan, I writing to request your accompaniment to an establishment I have heard of just 10 minutes ride south east of your cottage called the Ranch brewery, I have it on good word for a minimal investment we can receive Carlton's finest beverages, I suggest we meet out the front of your lodgings at 5pm this evening and mosey on over to see if we can make the acquaintance of bar tender. Best Regards Clay Hackett

The Common Law 1. All eligible citizens of the age eighteen and above are subjected to marriage to a partner of their choice of by the Government's 2. Within the time period of three months, said couples will conceive first child. Failure to do so will result in penalty. 3. Any violations to be determined by Government are subjected to public whipping or beating 4.Anyone unwilling to follow protocol will be hereby be banished from the town of Hurndon. 5. Divorce is unrecognized by the Government and shall not be permitted. 6. The Government has a right to possess and property or objects deemed unsafe.

South,                 May 23, 1862

Sweetheart, How do I say, How much I LOVE YOU!! How do I say, How much I MISS YOU!! How do I say, How much I NEED YOU!! I may be far from you but distance means so little when someone means so much!! I know I may not say it sometimes, but I do feel you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. There are so many things I love about you, from your dimply smile to the way you write me little notes to show you are thinking of me.I am totally unaware,of how I ended up being in so much love with you, from Strangers to "Life". You mean the world to me. My love for you grow each day, Magical you are! Your presence lighten up my days. Hurry Home, my love :* P.S It's my first love letter :) Yours forever, Gagan Grewal

Hi Sweetheart!

Dear Sherin, I have known you for almost 20 years now. You have been there for me whenever I needed you the most. You have supported me, without me asking for any. On this very special day I would like to let you know that you are a beautiful, caring, compassionate and an amazing person and my best friend for life. Thank you for being in my life and making it beautiful. This is your second birthday that I have missed. I feel terrible for that. But I want you to know that I will always be there for you, just like you were for me and I am very proud of what you have become through all these years.I love you and miss you a lot. I promise you that next time I shall spend more time with you when I am home. With Love, Priya P.S: Please let me be your maid of honor in your weeding. You are my only hope. ;)

Beloved Nina, How I miss you. But you know who misses you more? Your Journals and Prompt. Your Translation Homeworks. Please do all of that, and then come to Istanbul. Always and forever, Bogdan

Lovely K Ako sme sa vlastne spoznali? bola to možno náhoda no ja chcem verit že to bol osud co ma k tebe priviedol

Dear Alicia, Hi it’s Angel your old buddy. I know that you want to come to Nebraska. So here is some steps to make a sod house hope you do a good job! First you build it beside a hill. Next build a dugout home to sleep in. Then clear grass from large area. After that use a plow drawn by mules,oxen, or horses. Later use only enough sod for that day. Meanwhile it has to be root side up. It has to be wider at the bottom. Leave a gap above each window. Cover the gaps with cedar poles and continue laying rows of sod. Finally to build your roof you need cedar poles, brush, long grass, clay, and sod. From your old buddy, Angel

My grand daughter, Priyanka,is grand and Priyanka is my dearest grand child in the sense like a shadow of a tree under which everyone is at peace and happy. Though the youngest, she is the most matured enough to lead the rest of the family. Piku, I wish you a very happy birthday and you have my blessings to grow more in life. Live a very grande, happy and prosperous life ahead which cannot be otherwise. Bless You, Indu Mumma

I wonder these roads not knowing where I will go next. The legends of goblins and orcs have been concerning me lately. I want to know if it is true. If I don't come back tell my wife I love here... Millango