Writer Games: The Final Twist & A Night in Wattpad Manor & Faction Wattpad

Letters Never to be Sent: Belle Williams

My eyes were glazed  over, and my fingers were fumbling with the hem of my dress as I glanced  suspiciously at the 5 around me, every hint I wished I could gather  sliding between my fingers like sand. I was tired and couldn't think of  putting the breakfast laid out before me in my nervous stomach.

I couldn't think  straight with guilt and fear, all my mind could continually come back  around to my was mothers, and after a few moments I pulled open my  notebook to the last page. Staring at it, I twirled my pen around my  finger nervously, looking to wear the others had taken up a similar  hunched posture, scribbling letters to loved ones on anything they could  find. After a few moments, I began writing, knowing it would be the  most important letter I ever wrote.

Dearest Mothers,

'Once upon a time  there lived a young woman raised by her two mothers in a secluded corner  of the kingdom away from the hustle and bustle of the castle and its  endless stream of royal guests hoping for the hand of either the prince  or princess. They lived a peaceful life, keeping the company of each  other easily, while the young woman grew to flourish into the beauty  they had hoped she would one day become.

'Her mothers pushed  her towards going to the castle, "You have the talent and looks to be as  good as any princess," they said to her, so, trusting her parents  ability to judge how her path should curve, she left for the castle.  However, it was not what fate had planned for her, and when she returned  less than a month later, she had become an apprentice for an old  bookshop keep deep within the heart of the kingdoms centre.

'Not disappointed by  her choices, her mothers cheered and for 2 years the young woman  travelled back and forth learning the skills she would need to take the  bookshop keepers place when he died. it was after these short years,  that upon entering the shop, the woman found a letter waiting for her,  waiting for her.

'Carefully, she  opened it, wondering how anyone other than her closest family could have  found her here, and as she finished reading it, the letter fluttered to  the floor and she was out the door, rushing to the nearest carriage  rental. This letter had detailed an invitation to a gala the prince and  princess were holding to find someone to join them in royalty.

'Within a fortnight  the young woman had arrived at the castle she had been told to go to.  Hidden in the darkest corners of a valley, she began to regret the  decision to leave only a message to be delivered to her mothers rather  than questioning them personally about being invited. Already on the  wind she could hear their scorning words at not telling them herself, as  this was an important moment, and perhaps, if she had listened closely  enough, she may have heard their warning at coming alone.

'However, she  didn't, nor would she ever, as upon entering the castle she found  herself swept up in a large celebration, not one of the 20 guests people  she knew, or figured she would ever know, until somewhere near  midnight, the invisible musicians melted away, and the dead body was  found. Shocked that not only she knew the young man- the man that  incidentally once tried to steal a book from the shop she apprenticed  at- but the other guests did as well, she found comfort in the voices of  two fellow guest, each of whom seemed to be in the castle for a reason  different than her own.

'Before long, more  and more guest were found dead, as well as one of the ones she had  befriended. Her and the only friend she had left- a man only a few years  older than herself, at the castle to capture a rich families images on  paper- attempted to find who invited them to the castle, and more  importantly, who was killing them off. yet no matter what, they were  always one step behind, and because of that, they would be the next ones  to go.'

I know I never  showed you one of my stories, and this seems to be the last chance I may  get to give one of the most important things in my life to the most  important people in the world to me. You may never get this, hell, I'll  probably never get to do anything I wanted to do with you.

Yet, I think the  thing I will regret most about coming to this manor, will be that I  won't get a chance to say "I love you" one more time, and feel your arms  around me, holding me safe. I wish I could say more, there are so many  things I want to tell you, but for the first time I am coming to the end  of the last page in my notebook, and I don't have one to replace it  with. It only seemed fitting that I should shed the tears I have hidden  over my last piece of paper to the people I love most in the world.

With tears and love forevermore,

Your Belle.

I stared solemnly at  the paper, then tugged the piece from its coil and folded it until it  would fit in the pocket of the small jacket I wore over my dress. It was  my final written work, and with tears sliding freely down my checks, I  wondered if my mothers would ever get it- from my own hands, or from the  pocket of a dead girl.