November 27, 1914 My dearest Lucille, We have finally finished our trench on the front lines. It is nearly 400 miles long and I can see the enemy encampments when I peek above the lip of our makeshift shelter. The reserve trenches are nearly completed, but I fear these holes we have dug will become our graves. They say they will start a rotation schedule to determine where we fight. Since we dug the front, my commanding officer says I will start the rotation in the reserve. I will have two whole weeks before I truly see war. I wish to see you again soon. Yours forever, Max

November 27, 1914 My dearest Lucille, We have finally finished our trench on the front lines. It is nearly 400 miles long and I can see the enemy encampments when I peek above the lip of our makeshift shelter. The reserve trenches are nearly completed, but I fear these holes we have dug will become our graves. They say they will start a rotation schedule to determine where we fight. Since we dug the front, my commanding officer says I will start the rotation in the reserve. I will have two whole weeks before I truly see war. I wish to see you again soon. Yours forever, Max

Dear Louis, I know by now you should have a faint understanding of who your father is, but I am also guessing you want to push it out of your mind. This is a gift that I gave to Camp Half-Blood as soon as you were born, so that you would receive it whenever you arrived. I hope that Nerò proves useful to you in your time at Camp. Triton.

We await our next command, ready, My King. Long Live. Truly, General Kriw Polal Fourth branch, Royal Army of Tihra Sayt

Your Majesty, My King, I am writing now with my full report of the proceedings of Nixtionbourough. Although it ended in a retreat of the fourth branch, I am pleased to report to you that such measures will not be needed again. The mole and traitor, Geort Mordir, previously captured for the giving away of crown secrets and plans to the rebel town of Michendi, has been executed. He was, to my knowladge, the source Nixtionbourough used to prepare for our attack. This betrayal may be shaking to the men, but I know that it can be moved easily past now that he has recived his punishment.

My Dearest Yanira, As I searched for a gift to show you what you mean to me I got discouraged. Everything seemed to just fall short of what I was trying to express to you through this material item. Something Pricey? Something shiny? Something cute? Everything seems to fall short. I realized there isn’t a material thing that exists that can reflect what I feel for you, how you make me feel or what I want us to have and accomplish. I started searching for a promise ring. Something that symbolizes my vow to you….my vow to always be yours and only yours. Something that symbolizing that I have everything I ever wanted or valued in you. I love that I don’t have to seek happiness anymore. I want you to know just how irreplaceable you are. I couldn’t get just any piece of metal to represent that. I came across this antique ring was hand made in 1920. A token of my love for you from a time when love meant something. Like this ring our love is timeless, Like this ring we can withstand the test of time, like this ring we can be reinvented. Please wear this ring with Love, good health and with an understanding that every second of everyday my heart beats for only you. I love you Yanira Love Always , Daniel

Your Majesty, My King, I am writing now with my full report of the proceedings of Nixtionbourough. Although it ended in a retreat of the fourth branch, I am pleased to report to you that such measures will not be needed again. The mole and traitor, Geort Mordir, previously captured for the giving away of crown secrets and plans to the rebel town of Michendi, has been executed. He was, to my knowledge, the source Nixtionbourough used to prepare for our attack. This betrayal may be shaking to the men, but I know that it can be moved easily past now that he has received his punishment. We await our next command, ready, My King. Long Live. Truly, General Kriw Polal Fourth branch, Royal Army of Tihra Sayt

Salutations comrade! Upon recieve, you have nevertheless been given your nine grams. Immediate request to service of patriotizm for avangard imperalta internacionalizm. Discrecion. The tongue will bring the chatterer no good. Be swift to hear, slow to speak. Teeth are all friends among each other. With a helper a thousand things are possible. Take hold of it together, it won't feel heavy. The Black Maria shall await you at nearest sea port. We look forward to work with you again. - Xozyain. DEI GRATIA IMPERATOR ET DOMINATOR TOTIUS RUSSIAE.

the girl of my dreams is clean like the rain she's pure like myrrh scented clean w no shame she knows what is right & she knows what she's worth wisdom and knowledge flow free from her birth compassion and loyalty flow from her veins pure love and grace she bares when she reigns honesty and faith flow from her lips her beauty flows forth rare like an eclipse she's Leary of boys who play little games who think they are men but reek havoc and pain fools will see her and know they've been beat many will come and bow down at her feet hope and redemption leap forth from her fame she's gentle and humble like a soft summer rain she raises the standard and helps people rise from ashes and shadows to eternities prize her eyes bring forth justice for in truth she delights she's far above rubies even heaven takes sight elegant speech is penned from her tongue and when she is old she'll have only begun for when she sleeps and her soul flies away her beauty goes on beyond life's fleeting fray

Dear sir, If it pleases you, I would have you meet me at dusk at the Grouse & Boar Inn. Forgive me this vague missive, but I believe you will find this meeting to be most profitable.

Dear Saint Nick, I figure asking you for things ain't blasphemous, considering you was a saint and all (plus Tom says you're up north at some pole, and I don't know how to address a letter to Heaven) For Christmas, I want a Bible for Tom sawyer. Not just any old Bible neither-one that could learn Tom. If there was a version of the Good Book written like that boy's adventure books, I would never have to drag him to church ever again. Secondly, I want a gift for Sid. I don't figure I can get him anything that you would get for a boy, cause he don't ever seem to enjoy what Tom and the kids do. He's a lonesome boy, I can tell; it ain't natural for a child's only friend to be his aunt. I'd like to give Sid a fishing pole for Christmas; no one can tease him for that. And he can fish alone all he wants-seems to be the kind of thing he would like, given that Tom loses interest in it so fast. I'll only ask for one more thing from you, Saint Nick. (if three presents is good enough for Jesus it's good enough for anybody) It may be selfish of me, but I want nothing more than a good old boy to marry Mary. I love Sid and Tom, but Mary's more than my flesh and blood. She is the bestest, kindest girl this side of the Mississippi, and Lord knows she deserves the best husband and the best life a woman could want. I don't expect nothing immediately, sir; but please let my daughter marry a good man. Sincerely, Polly

Thank you for everything, You’re sincerely, Joshua Hardman. Remember, Keep fighting, keep going and keep living. We will remember you.

because if you didn’t fight we would be from another country or maybe not even alive. It must be very hard; you must be very brave to put up with everything. We know you can do it. Keep going. You must be so cold and muddy, and I thought Mr Mynetts singing was bad (he’s my teacher by the way), but that’s on a whole other level. It must be so cruel and disgusting but I know you can do it. If you keep going, your memory will keep going. Don’t let the bombs or trench foot get to you, you can get through it. We will remember you for years to come. Hopefully, you survive and can live on. If only I could shake your hand and say thank you for everything but sadly, I can’t. Keep fighting, keep going and keep living. Thank you for everything, You’re sincerely, Joshua Hardman. Remember, Keep fighting, keep going and keep living. We will remember you.

now: everything is going to be ok. You are never fully dressed without a smile, so, pack up your troubles in your old kit bag and smile, smile, smile! That is what you need to keep in your mind 24/7, have positive attitude and you will definitely do us proud. Remember that we are all marching right behind you. On your way to victory, remember that if you ever feel sad, read this letter and keep your head up. No trench foot or flooded bunkers can bring you down, you will stand tall and proud and rise to a grand victory! Yours faithfully, Lydia Rose Eastwood. ( Stay safe)!

Unknown location Unknown battlefield Unknown trench UNK NOWN Dear Unknown Soldier, I am writing to you because I want to say thank you, for saving us. If you did not fight in the war we would not be at Thurlstone right now. Now the world is calm and peaceful because of you. We probably would not exist if you did not fight. Our life is fun now; we play tag, Bulldog and football. (By the way, Bulldog is a game like tag). I bet it is scary for you with all the bombs blown. You’re doing grate, if you die your family (and us) will remember you, for what you did. You are really brave. I would not go out to war, I’m too scared. Yours sincerely, Antonio

Hi 2'ling!! Baie geluk met jul verjaarsdag. My wense vir jul nuwe lewens jaar is: hope liefde, pret, omgee, vrede, vreugde en geduld en geluk. Mag ons Hemelse Vader jul behoed en bewaar. Liefde Hester

Unknown location Unknown battlefield Unknown trench UNK NOWN Dear Unknown Soldier, I am writing to thank you for all of the incredibly hard work that you are going through. I am so proud of you, you are very brave to be doing all of this for your country. This letter is to show how –eternally- grateful I am for your work. The world is not the same as it was back 1914, however, I am an extremely proud, British 11 year old girl of 2014! You have made the world a much better place to live in. This is probably hard for you to read, as you are worried and scared for the future, but I am here to tell you now: everything is going to be ok. You are never fully dressed without a smile, so, pack up your troubles in your old kit bag and smile, smile, smile! That is what you need to keep in your mind 24/7, have positive attitude and you will definitely do us proud. Remember that we are all marching right behind you. On your way to victory, remember that if you ever feel sad, read this letter and keep your head up. No trench foot or flooded bunkers can bring you down, you will stand tall and proud and rise to a grand victory! Yours faithfully, Lydia Rose Eastwood. ( Stay safe)!

Dear Unknown Soldier, I am writing to say thank you for all that you are doing for us. It is my pleasure to write to you; I am honoured to be in contact with such a brave and strong soldier that is in world war one. I hope that you are ok and not in any harm at all. Britain is all behind you and believes in you. We are very happy now. Germany is one of our great allies and helps us a lot when we need it, well, that is if you exclude football. Keep calm and win the war for us. I am 10 year old boy from Barnsley and Sheffield in 2014 a century from your time and this letter shows that we appreciate you and all of the other soldiers. In 2014, the world’s technology as advanced a lot since 1914.We now have televisions which are boxes that have a screen to show videos called programs and episodes. There are a lot less wars in our country now but there still are wars in other places like Afghanistan and Pakistan. It must be scary in the dark wet rivers known as trenches. I dread to think being in there right now. I know that with all the bombs and gun fire that it is horrible to be there and there is not anything I can do to justify you being there but I have wrote this letter to say as a proud English child and world citizen thank you for all that you have done for us, even in 2014 we haven’t forgot you. Sincerely, Max Field, age 10

Dear Unknown Soldier, I am writing to you because, as a happy 10 year old citizen, I feel that I need to show respect and say thank you for what you have done for our country. Our world is a better place because of what you have done. Over the past 100 years, a lot has changed-and when I say a lot, I mean a lot. We have loads more things that I bet if I told you, you would have no idea what I was saying. For one, the world is now a better place and we don’t have to worry about a war and also, we are actually friends with Germany. Unless it comes to football. If only you could see this for yourself and see what you and all the men in the war have done for us and the whole world. You have made a huge difference to our country and have let us have fun, play games and let us walk outside and not worry about war. You have let us live because if you didn’t fight we would be from another country or maybe not even alive. It must be very hard; you must be very brave to put up with everything. We know you can do it. Keep going. You must be so cold and muddy, and I thought Mr Mynetts singing was bad (he’s my teacher by the way), but that’s on a whole other level. It must be so cruel and disgusting but I know you can do it. If you keep going, your memory will keep going. Don’t let the bombs or trench foot get to you, you can get through it. We will remember you for years to come. Hopefully, you survive and can live on. If only I could shake your hand and say thank you for everything but sadly, I can’t. Keep fighting, keep going and keep living. Thank you for everything, You’re sincerely, Joshua Hardman. Remember, Keep fighting, keep going and keep living. We will remember you.

December 10, 2014 Walls will find us in this life, walls and fences and so many reasons to give up, give in. It is up to us, us and only us, to climb them, to cling to them like leaves and grow anyway. Let the light shine through, for there are always cracks. Grow, grow defiant against the walls that tower around you, the fences that lock you in.          Love,         Wade

On behalf of the ERF and the MENA ERF congress committee it is our honour and privilege to welcome you to the Third Extensive Reading World Congress. This year the congress will be held in the innovative, cosmopolitan metropolis of Dubai, United Arab Emirates on 15 and 16th of September 2015 and we are confident that there will be many innovations in the theory and practice of extensive reading in second language acquisition presented at the congress in keeping with the ethos of the city. The congress will be held at the Higher Colleges of Technology, Dubai Men’s College, a seat of innovation and educational technology in the region. As we look to the future in extensive reading having the support of one leading educational institutes in the region is a great asset and will add to the flavour of the congress and its success. Of course the success of the congress ultimately lies with the quality of the presenters and their ability to engage the participants. We have a broad range of presenters from with the MENA region and from further afield who we are confident will promote and discuss the theoretical side and the practice of extensive reading in second language acquisition in such a manner that will encourage you to soar to new heights with extensive reading wherever you are from. We are waiting for you to join us. See you in Dubai!

The next day, we split into three - the lady doc went to go check on those former Italian tenants at the loony bin, Henry went to do more research, and I drove Cartier and myself to the nearest police precinct. I don't think Carson really achieved anything from her trip other than pissing off the staff at the asylum, Henry just confirmed that Knott did indeed own the Corbitt House, and the police just redirected us to some court house. It was getting late though, so we all decided it would be the perfect time to go to the house that is supposedly driving normal people insane. To be honest, the time in the house was sort of a blur - a lot of moving beds, locking doors, and strange noises. We finally get down to the basement, when all of a sudden the door closes behind us and the lights go out. I replaced the fuse, only to see a goddamn blade suspended in the goddamn air. Woah nellie, that blade did a number on us. Henry somehow was able to get a hold on it, and after some patchwork courtesy of Dr. Carson, we continued exploring. I followed Carson through this hidden tunnel into a room with an extremely dead man on a wooden plank. I scanned the rest of the room when the next thing I knew, my eyes were locked with Gladys. Gladys and Peter were standing right in front of me - it all felt so real. I walked slowly towards them, each step feeling like a mile, and reached out my hand to my wife. Just as our fingers were about to touch, they disappeared. The dead man disintegrated. The noises stopped. The doors unlocked. We went home. The next morning we let Bernie know the house was habitable once again, and we received our compensation. I drove back to Corbitt's and returned to the room where I saw Gladys and Peter, hoping to see them once again. I saw nothing. I felt nothing. I feel nothing. I need a drink.

12/4/29. I've seen some shit. I've spent the past week trying to make sense of what happened at that damn Corbitt House - hopefully writing it out will help clear my head. If not, there's always my good pal Jameson to calm the nerves. About a week ago, I drove Mr. Cartier to another one of his adventure club shindigs, when some author by the name of Hemingway Henry is going on about a well paying job opportunity for adventurers. He mentioned something about checking on the Corbitt House in the North End, but it wasn't until he uttered the property owner's name that I started to pay attention: Bernard Knott. Bernie and I go way back - that guy owes me and he knows it. Long story short, turns out some of his new tenants up and left right after moving in and Bernie was worried about his investment. Word on the street was that old man Corbitt was into some seriously messed up shit. Nobody has seen Corbitt in years, but I heard that the house drove some poor Italian fellow insane - ran him right out of the house and into the loony bin. Maybe the same thing happened to the most recent tenants? Fearing we had a crime scene on our hands, I drove Cartier and Henry to Miskatonic University in Arkham to recruit one of the top forensic pathologists in the country. He wasn't there, so we had to settle for some lippy doll named Hannah Carson - excuse me, Dr. Hannah Carson. Once she finally decided to help us out, I drove everyone back to Boston, where we eventually met up with some journalists from the Globe at some speak. Henry had some writing connection with them and, along with the booze Cartier kept throwing their way, convinced them to bring us to the Globe's archives. Henry and the lady doc were able to find some articles about the House, more or less confirming all those rumors on the street. By that point it was well past midnight, so we headed back to Cartier's boat and called it a night.

Join the Carvajal Ship Today! The Carvajal ship is leaving in a week from today twentyfifth of April 1321 with the leadership of Captain Paulo da Gama. The King ordered, the ship has to leave as soon as possible. Four jobs needed as fast as possible a boatswain, carpenter and surgeon, master gunner, and a cooper. The ship leaves at sunrise Sunday the second of May, from London Harbor to Porto, Portugal. The ship is loaded with valuable materials from the east such as silk from china and spices from The Ottoman Empire. If you think you are qualified for the job you need to be reliable and strong.

January 17th, 1329 Dear David, It’s different without you here. The house seems more quiet and lonely, I know that mama misses you. I hope all is well on your journey and I advise that you don’t return. A lot has changed since you have left and not for the better. God is punishing humankind once again, everyone is dying and no one can figure out why. The Pope says that everyone is over reacting and that we should stay close to God but it is hard to when you see thousands dead every week. I love you David, I hope I will see you again. Love, Meredith

Niechaj wszem bedzie wiadomo, ze na glowe czwórki zdrajców, Cassandera, Evasa, Freywen oraz Ragasha, zostala wyznaczona nagroda. Ostatnio osoby te widziano zbiegajace z Wrót Baldura. Powinny zostac jak najszybciej zabite. Ci, którzy udowodnia, ze zadanie wykonali, otrzymaja nie mnie, niz 200 sztuk zlota za glowe. Z rozkazu Diuka Abdela

Sinterklaas heeft je extra goed in de gaten gehouden dit jaar, De heftige gebeurtenis met je moeder was namelijk erg zwaar. Sinterklaas is ontzettend trots hoe jij je daardoor heen hebt geslagen, Nu je weer gezellig in je eigen huisje zit, ben je toe aan wat rustdagen. Samen met Teddy en Ferdy ben je altijd gelukkig samen, Maar waar je minder gelukkig van wordt is het maken van een tentamen. Sinterklaas merkt dat je je altijd erg druk maakt tijdens de voorbereiding hiervan, En dit heeft helemaal niets te maken met of je het wel aankan. Je hebt meer het gevoel dat je je opleiding doet, omdat het van je verwacht wordt, Terwijl je liever wilt breien, in opties wilt handelen of aan je huisje droomt aan een fjord. Toch zou je nog eens zelf goed kunnen nadenken om je opleidingen af te ronden, Misschien kan je je kennis later toch nog goed gebruiken voor het beschermen van dolfijnen en zwerfhonden. Als je toch tot de conclusie komt dat je echt iets anders wilt doen, Zal Sinterklaas je altijd steunen, want je bent zijn wereldkampioen. Je bent niet alleen de wereldkampioen van Sinterklaas, Ook Ferdy en Teddy zijn ontzettend gelukkig met jou, en ja, ook zonder diploma’s. Je bent de allermooiste allerbeste, allerliefste van heel Nederland, Vergeet dat nooit Lisa, want zonder jou zijn Ferdy en Teddy niemand. Sint en Piet

A very Happy Birthdsy to the most special boy in my life. I hope you enjoy this day and I am very much thankful that you have let me into your little world to spend it with you. I know it is not much and it could be a lot better but I figured it is better than not going at all. Understand that first we have a long day ahead of us on December 11, 2014. Things you need: -skates (anything to keep you warm!) -a nice shirt and shoes -appropriate attire for what is inside your next gift! I hope you are excited as I am. I love you, Adreanna Marie xoxo

I do not know how much longer I can do this for, the constant sound of ammunition being fired, seeing body after body hitting the cold dirty ground, its making go insane, I just want to return home. It will be my eighth week in the trenches and each day just becomes worse and worse. I am cold and hungry and in agonizing pain and as much as I want to complain I know I can not because I am considered lucky compared to many others. They said fighting for your country would be an honour, they said that going over seas would be an incredible adventure . They lied. Watching your fellow Canadians who have families back home just like you being shot to the ground isn't an honour. As far as adventure goes I have been sitting in the same trench for 8 weeks, the closest thing to adventure I have is trying to cross no mans land with out dying. I want to go home, I want to see my family, I do not want to be here. These battles are never successful yes we may win but how far does that get us, w all it does is kill people who are just like me, who have families and homes and are fighting for a cause of what? What are we even fighting for? What is the purpose of this war? I do not even know, all I know is I do not know how much longer I can do this for.

If thoughts had their geometry, Would ours meet? Like intersecting lines? At some point In a distant plane, Mine abscissa, your ordinate, And together, we A bracket unto ourselves, The definition of