A collection of peculiar short stories, not to be confused with our beloved Tales. Stories with intertwined photographs consisting of characters both old and new.
I love you is such a dumb thing to say. It means absolutely nothing but at the same time it means absolutely everything. But rarely ever is that phrase actually honest. I should know, I heard it for years, I read it for years. I heard it every morning, night, and several times in between. When he left, I received so many letters filled with such lies. Every Thursday, present time, those letters would arrive. I'd read them, swooning and falling for every word he wrote to me. I would write back promptly, responding to his lies with truths before mailing it out the next day. Of course, I never realized they were lies, I believed them for the longest time.
I will admit it. Abe Portman fooled me. He tricked me into loving him and he made me believe he truly loved me. He always promised to come back, after he killed the monsters, but he never did. And soon my letters went unanswered, I knew he had found someone else and had no intent on returning but I continued to try. Letters were sent out once a week and I always received nothing in return. Eventually though, I gave up. I stopped wasting my time on writing him letters that would be left unread.
My dearest Abe, I hope this letter finds you well. As you may know, I have spent nearly two decades awaiting your arrival home and I am afraid I can wait no more. I presume you have made a better life for yourself in America and therefore no longer need letters updating you on the happenings here. Despite the fact you have given up on writing to me, I have continued writing to you in hopes of hearing back from you, stating yourself that you will not be returning. I continued telling myself you would be returning soon but I can no longer lie to myself as you have lied to me far too much already. Even though you will not be returning I ask you take care of yourself and I wish you well in your new life. And please Abraham, do not forget about any of us and do not forget about me. Sincerely, Emma Bloom
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Inmy final letter I was sure to include half of a photograph. Though it was unlikely to even open the letter, I knew he'd probably tuck it away in a drawer at least I would then know he had a piece of me with him. I had the other half of it, the half with him. I like that picture quite a bit and didn't want to give it all up but I wanted him to still have something so he wouldn't forget me. Silly, I know, but I still loved him dearly.
Surprisingly, I received a letter back from him. Unsurprisingly, it was solely to inform me he had, in fact, started a new life in America. He also had a child. Though I didn't show it, finding that out broke me. I didn't write back. I just left it as it was. There wasn't a point in writing back. I had nothing left to say to him anyways.
_____________________ AN: hello my peculiar readers:) I have started a new book and I will be using vintage photographs from my own collection to tell peculiar tales and stories. The photograph used in this one was edited a bit (the original photograph is ok the top!) but it was only edited to appear ripped without me having to actually rip it. I hope you all enjoy this new book and per usual, remember to stay peculiar!
