An Intercepted Letter

Avatar Author: Nonogon I was born in a log cabin, twice. Read Bio

I think I have seen about a dozen psychiatrists since I moved here. Hollywood is a mean place. You’ve got insane paparazzi chasing stars through red lights, nearly hitting pedestrians, and making my life a hell of a lot harder. My medications don’t help my panic attacks nearly enough. It makes me want to move back to Arkansas, where I can go deer hunting instead of feeling awkward all day. I moved here because I was feeling industrious, and the tourists looked so appetizing I couldn’t resist. Chasing them down nearly once a month is so addictive I just can’t return to you guys. Good luck fending off those mad gun wielding priests.

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  1. Ahfl_icon THX 0477

    Nice sort of subtle, gradual twist to it. Not entirely sure what is going on, but it raises some interesting questions. Neurotic redneck vampire, maybe?

  2. Ahfl_icon THX 0477

    Oh, just red the tags, so it’s a werewolf. See, the priests bit threw me off, since there isn’t usually as much religiosity to the hunting of werewolves as there is of vampires. So it’s a mentally unstable werewolf, or perhaps just a surly redneck who thinks he is a werewolf?

  3. Avatar ElshaHawk (LoA)

    hahaha! A vampiric hunter on panic attack meds? What could he be afraid of? lol, way to throw that in to get the psychiatrist in there.
    I think you should add a Dear Somebody and a Sincerely to make it more of a letter. :)

  4. Avatar ElshaHawk (LoA)

    oops, werewolf!

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