The Writer With A Cause

(beCause I must)

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  • A Life Worthy of Your Mind | Letter 6

    [one month later] Dear Alice, I’m sorry for what I said when I left for the train back to school. But mostly I’m sorry that it’s true. I know you know it’s true too or you wouldn’t be on your way here now. But still you didn’t deserve that, especially not then. I should just…

  • I Walk, I Sit, I HOP(E)

    Her souls dragged along the pavement. She wore a well-loved pair of converse (the black and white kind that go above the ankles). The souls had ripped from their stitching months ago, but Jamie didn’t have a sewing kit, or the will to fix them. She dragged her feet for another half mile before she…

  • When I see you | Letter 5

    [Two Days Later] Dear Georgie, Mother has left us. It happened as dawn broke the morning. I wish I were lovely and could tell you she went peacefully and without pain. The best I can say is it’s over. Finally over. I’ll tell you more when I see you. You should find a train ticket…

  • “Romantic Love Is Not Everything” | Letter 4

    Dearest Georgiana, The family is as well as it can be. Now to answer your conclusory question in your last correspondence: you’re correct, I have grown accustomed to the darting eyes I receive, but that is all they are, As translucent as you feel, I endure an equal feeling of transience. A lingering look of…

  • “some of the best words I have ever seen” | Letter 3

    Dear Alice, I must begin by saying; those were some of the best words I have ever seen! I know we are blood sisters because I could feel your mind at work in your writing. Dear sister, you are cleverer than you know, or give yourself credit for. To be lovely with you would be…

  • When Will I See You Again?

    Mrs. Monohue decided she had enough stuff. She had stuff in the walls; stuff piled in towers in the halls. It’s not that Mrs. Monohue didn’t like all the stuff she had, she just didn’t want any more stuff. All the stuff she could ever want she had. She had a toaster and a roaster….