To whom it may concern:- Letters.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
A series of five letters written at separate intervals by a man named P.

Submitted: January 16, 2012

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Submitted: January 16, 2012




To Whom it may Concern



Day 8:-


Dear Sophia.

How are you? Are things going alright? I hope they are. I can tell you now things here, not to good. It's been a bit hectic, with all this bad weather and all since I got here. The rain finally relented last night though, after seven days of constant downpour which was good I guess, I got plenty of fresh water so no worrying about that.

Though I still can't see the sun, or the moon and stars.

I took a little walk along the beach today, a little exploring if you will. This place is quite beautiful, more so that I originally though. The sand is so fine and soft with a certain rich golden colour about it, it's almost like walking on feathers. I cannot really explain the feelings in words. It's unlike any beach I have ever seen in my entire life and the forest is a lush dark green, though I have not dared venture in there yet. 

I heard something the other night, beating around just inside the tree line. I didn't try to get a look at it though. You always did say that's how people died in horror movies. But I get why they do it, you get a certain lure after hearing strange noises, it's almost like your compelled to go and see what it is. It hasn't come out and bothered me yet so I will leave whatever it is be. It's probably a wild pig or something.

Oh did I mention got a box of apples today, some were a bit off, I think the weather had something to do with that but I got a few good ones out of the batch. Should keep me going for a while.

I wish I could see you Sophia, that we could be together again. It's only been eight days since I saw you last but it feels like an eternity. But I will not give up hope, we will see each other again I promise you. There is not a force in this world that will keep us apart. 

My next letter might not be for a while however, I only have five pieces of paper with me and I do not know how long I will be here for. But on the bright side, I will have plenty to tell to each time I write. I hope you are well Sophia, and do not worry. 

I will be home sooner than you think.

From P.


Day 23


Dear Sohpia.

Hows things? I swear I won't start each letter like this. I will try to be more creative in the next. It's just been along few weeks and I'm really feeling the pressure. The weather finally let up and revealed a burning hot sun, some days I wish it hadn't. It makes things harder, I have trouble working in the day, I almost passed out once. I never thought I'd regret seeing the sun again but I almost do.

The nights are colder now the clouds are gone. I remember my mother saying that a cloudy night is warmer than a clear night. I never truly believed her until now. 

I ventured into the tree's early last week. The forest is thick and it's hard to move around with the tick under shrub but there was no sign of whatever I can hear at night. It's like a sort of roaring, it's almost hard to make out over the surf but I swear It's there. I don't think I will go back into the forest though, it's just to hard to make my way through and I'm not an out doors kind of person. 

Brian showed up two days ago out of the blue. It was amazing to see a familiar face. I wasn't sure he would make it at first, this place is pretty hard to find but he seems to be ok. He misses you, naturally, we both do. I cries at night, it's quite sad really. He always did have a soft spot for you. But he has been a great help during the day and it's always good to have some company. 

Well I just thought I'd fill you in, I wasn't going to write again so soon. I haven’t really got anything to tell you, things are going pretty smoothly and I hope to be out of here soon but Brian convinced that I should write you again and don't worry. I will take good care of him, I promise I will bring him home to you. I know how much you mean to each other. 

From P.



Day 197


My dear Sophia, I hope you are in good health, I fear I am not. Things have not gone well since I last wrote to you. A storm unlike any I have ever witnessed rolled in from the sea and it was relentless. It left nothing standing in its wake, the home me and Brian had built for ourselves is gone. Everything, blown into the forest and made unreachable.


I heard it again last night, I hear it every night. The roaring, I can't figure out what it is. What it wants. It always happens when I'm asleep, the sound always unnerves me, it has led to many sleepless nights though I dare not search for it for I fear it may be waiting for me, trying to lure me into the tree's.


Brian has become very skinny and malnourished. I've done my best to keep him well but there's not much else I can do. We both are starving. The storm wrecked our food supply. There is plenty of water so we are managing but only just.


I don't know what to do Sophia. Everything is just starting to, I don't know. Blur together, I'm forgetting things. Peoples names, their faces, your face. I don't even know what day it is, what month. I'm not sure if I can keep going, I'm trying so hard. I want to see you again, I need to see you. I long to hold you in my arms, to feel your touch. To smell your hair. I forget what you smell like, it's just gone just like so many other things.


I feel like I'm slipping, I knew it was going to be hard but I thought I'd manage. The thought of you has kept me going but I just, I just don't know. Brian tells me not to give up hope, that we will see you again but I think he's just trying to reassure me. I'm starting to think that I might have to call this place my home. I don't want to, but it may be inevitable. To tell you the truth, I expected to be home by now. I never thought I'd be here this long.


I'm sorry Sohpia, I'm sorry things didn't turn out how we wanted them to but that’s life isn't it. I won't give up hope, not entirely but I may have to resign myself to the hand fate has dealt me.




Day 343


Do you believe in fate Sophia? That there is a divine plan laid out for us that we must follow, even if unwillingly. Is there some higher force which governs us, dictating its terms without anyone being the wiser. I used to believe in fate, in destiny. I thought it was fate that brought us together. We were such different people when we met, yet something drew us together. Even when people said we would never make it, we did and just as we were on the cusp of the rest of our lives.


It all got torn away


I have some bad news though, it's Brian, he died some time ago. He just wasn't able to survive here, at the end he was so frail, he could hardly move and he passed in my arms during a cool night. I gave him a proper burial though, one that you would have approved of. He was a brave, if it wasn't for him I don't think I would have survived this long.


Hey you remember when we got him, he was only three weeks old, still a puppy. He was the first gift I ever bought you. I remember how you cried when you first saw him. You said we would be your boys until the day you die. I am so sorry, I tried my hardest but he just couldn't hold on.


The sound won't go away. I heard it roaring again last night, every night. Without fail, it bores into my skull Sophia. It torments me, begging me to enter the forest, daring me to find it but scariest thing is I saw lights the other night. From inside the forest, I couldn't help myself, I entered the forest but after searching for hours upon hours through I couldn't find anything.


It took me a full two days to find my way back home, I'm pretty sure I just imagined it. There might be something in the water, causing my mind to degrade this quick, its the only plausible thing I can think of. I don't think I'm coming home Sophia. Oh how I long to see you, just one more time. My heart physically aches for your touch, even if I could just see a photo, anything. I can just remember your face, it's like I'm looking into a foggy mirror, its just an outline. A haze of familiarity staring back at me, hidden behind a curtain.


I'm not sure if I believe in fate any more or maybe this was my destiny all along. Maybe I was suppose to end up here. This place you know, it's not a bad place to spend the rest of my days. It holds wonders that I couldn't even dream of.


This will be my last letter to you Sophia, I have one more piece of paper left and I must use it for something of great importance.


I love you Sophia, you meant more to me than anything. I sit here at night sometimes you know, looking up at the stars. Trying to pick you out of the billions of little specks that streak across the sky. You should see the sky here. The stars are so different than to what we're used to back home, it's such an amazing sight. The night sky if filled with such rich colours, theres a deep purple then a dark green mixed in with a shade of blue I cannot even describe, its a new colour Sophia. A brand new colour that no human has ever seen, and the moons. They are so beautiful, the way they move across the night sky, it's almost as if they are dancing.


I can almost see you when I shut my eyes, how your soft pink lips part ever so slightly when you smile, how your dark green eyes light up whenever I played the piano. How your long blond hair fell around your shoulders, always getting in your face when you tried to eat.


You always wanted to get your hair cut, I remember. But I always asked you not to, I loved your hair so you never did.


I'm running out of room on this paper now so I have to be quick. I want you to go to our piano, there is a small compartment I built into the left side of it. Inside there you will find a small box which contains a ring. This ring is yours, I had meant to give it to you before I left but I just ran out of time. I know that there is a good possibly that by the time you read this you may have moved on with another person and I am fine with that. I want you to be happy but always remember you are in my heart Sophia. Always and forever.




Day:- 412


To whom it may concern. The contents of this satchel are of great importance to me. They contain a series of letters I have written to someone I care very deeply about. I don't know how long it will be until I am found but I know someone will come. It's only a matter of time before they get here, my distress beacon is working perfectly, sadly I just won't be able to make it.

These letters are to be delivered to a girl by the name of Sophia Chase. I forget where she lives. I've forgotten a lot of things, it's this place. It does something to your head, I can't explain it. I can feel it tearing things away from me.

Thoughts, memories. I will be thinking one thing then a second later it will be gone. It's hard to explain now, I should have done this first but I didn't think I'd die here. It's not a bad place, it's very pretty Sophia.

She's a wonderful girl, Sophia that is, the girl you only meet once in a lifetime. If you meet her tell her for me would you. Tell her when you give her these please. I beg you, if you have any humanity you will find her. I know you don't know me but I beg you, as a man's last wish. Read my letters to her and decide. 

And tell....well you'll know, your the one who found me after all. Tell them I was the only one to survive, me and Brian. The rest perished in the crash. Tell them that we survived, at least for a little while. 

There's life out here. That roar, the light. It's some sort of ship or structure or...something. I'm sure of it. It's alive and it's shy.

I'm not feeling to well today. Whoever finds this I thank you, with all my heart, I thank you for finding me. Well this is it, I think I might have a sleep, I'm so very tired.

Do you remember the day we met Sophia. I was sitting by that big old oak tree crying after grazing my knee. You ran up to me with a yellow flower, told me everything was going to be ok, gave me a kiss on the cheek and then you were gone.

It took me eight years to find you again after that.

Do you remember.

I do, I can see that flower as clear as day. Your running towards me in that white dress you liked to wear in the afternoon with a flower in your hand. Coming to tell me everything is going to be ok. Well it's my turn. You'll be ok Sophia, everything will be alright. 

Will you write me Sophia, do you remember me.

I'm sorry. I broke my promise. 

Hey, Brian's here. That's strange. He's telling me everything is going to be ok.

He says its time to go home. 

My name is Peter, to whom it may concern. 

And I'm an astronaut.







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