Dear Me.

                   
Dear Me.

     I’m writing this letter to myself just in case I’m not here too much longer. It may be a waste of my time. But there is nothing else for me to do right now. Except to wait for what may happen. I’m not that kind of Observer. I don’t like to just sit around and do nothing or worse. Just sit and wait to die.

     I don’t think I’m going to die. This isn’t the first time this has happened to me. It hasn’t been done a lot. But it has been happening some. It’s a little different this time, though. If I remember correctly, this has never been a problem for me before.

     Usually, I don’t get involved with what I’m remembering. But sometimes I do. This was one of those times. When I started deciding whether or not I was going to participate in this contest this month, I remembered this Observation. Only I didn’t just remember it. That’s another reason for me writing this letter now.

     Of course, I know that I’m not really there. That I’m not going to die. But it sure does feel like that’s what is going to happen to me. That’s one of the reasons why I’m writing this letter to myself. After all, there is a DeathBringer walking around these ruins. And I could become one of his victims.

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     It all started when I was eight. I wrote a Short Story that was so well written it was used as an example of how to write a Short Story. I’m not sure how long it lasted as an example. It still may be going on today. But I doubt it. All I know is that it was around until I left elementary school.

     Because of my age, it’s hard to remember my childhood. But I still can remember this Short Story very well. I’m not sure how I remember it. But I do. Like now. While writing this letter to myself I’m having no problem remembering this Short Story.

     The Short Story was about a young boy who ran away from home to join the circus. Only the circus didn’t want him because of his age. When a lion got away from the circus, it trapped a young girl about his age in a cave. The boy knew those caves because he had been in them a lot. He knew a way to get in them to save the young girl.

     It didn’t work out the way he wanted it to, though. He thought saving the girl and helping to return the lion to the circus they would want him. But they still didn’t want him. Ever since then, I have had a fascination with writing. Especially, when it comes to Science Fiction.

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     I don’t know why I have been fascinated with Science Fiction most of my life. Maybe it’s because anything is possible when it comes to Science Fiction. It’s not just that, though. Early on I realized I didn’t want to write Science Fiction like everyone else does. I wanted to write pure Science Fiction. Just didn’t know how I was going to do it.

     Maybe the way I have been thinking is the reason why I began having My Adventures when I was sixteen. I don’t know exactly when I started My Adventure. It could have started about halfway through my sixteenth year or later than that. But I think it was toward the beginning of it. Soon after I turned sixteen, I think I started having them.

     Every night for above a year when I went to sleep, I started having these Observations. About a million a night. For me, each Observation only lasted a few seconds. But to me, I was on another planet, spaceship, space station, comet, etc. for several weeks.

     Mostly, I Observed other planets. But I also Observed other than planets too. both populated planets and unpopulated ones. With the populated ones, I Observed them for about three or four of their weeks. If they had weeks and months like we do. Some didn’t. it was around three weeks our time.

     The unpopulated planets I was only there about a week our time. Maybe two weeks if they had ruins of once been populated. I couldn’t physically pick up anything or study it in depth. But I could look around. Sometimes that helped me to know what happened there and sometimes it didn’t.

     What did I do exactly? Just what I have been writing about. I observed what was around me. Sometimes I picked an individual to Observe and sometimes it was a group of them. Usually, a family was the group I Observed. They may not call themselves families like we do here on Earth. But they are still families.

     Individuals were usually adult males. Ranging in age from about twenty to fifty. Most of them are about thirty to the middle forties. I chose males because I felt like it was a physical intrusion Observing males. Of course, there were a lot of places I wouldn’t Observe males too.

     It was just easier for me to Observe males than females because I was very shy. I was a loner who didn’t have any friends. That may be another reason why I started having these Observations. Also, I was even more shy around females. Especially, the ones around my age. I was always afraid I would say something wrong.

     When it came to groups, it was kind of the opposite. I still observed mostly males. But these males were about my age. Sometimes they were a little younger. If I remember correctly, the youngest one was about ten or eleven, maybe twelve. And there weren’t too many of them. They were mostly around my age. If they were younger, they were about twelve or thirteen.

     What I did was just follow them around and Observe what they did, how they lived, their relationship to each other, what they ate, etc. of course, like what I wrote above, there were some intimate or personal places I wouldn’t Observe them in. Especially, the females. And especially, the females around my age or younger.

     Even back then I knew it was wrong to Observe someone like that. It may be part of my shyness or how I got along with anyone back then. But I also think it’s mostly because of who I am. Whatever the reason, I didn’t Observe anyone like that. At least I don’t remember ever doing it. And I have been doing a lot of remembering since joining WDC.

     I know what most of you are thinking right now. Probably almost all of you, if not all of you. That it was only a dream. It wasn’t a dream. How many of you dream the same thing night after night for about a year? The only things that change are where you go and what you Observe.

     Also, I know that you same individuals who think I’m dreaming think I’m crazy or insane. Just making it up as a gimmick for my writing style or because I’m still a loner with no friends. That isn’t true. I really do believe that this happened to me when I was sixteen.

     That’s not all I believe, though. I also believe that once a month I met with three other Observers about my age to talk about what we have seen. No one was the leader of this group. But I was the oldest at sixteen. The other male was fifteen. And the two females were fourteen and thirteen. Unlike the rest of my life, I could talk in front of them.

     Overlooking the large black room with the four of us in chairs facing each other, was who we called The Spirit because they were very tall and all in white. They looked like a human with a flowing white gown from head to foot area aka a ghost. We never knew who this individual was or why they were there. After all, they didn’t say too much.

     Most of the time their voice sounded more male than female. But we also never knew for sure if they were male or female or if there was more than one of them. We also never knew if they were aliens. But we always thought that they were. After all, we did Observe the universe. At least I did this galaxy and some of the surrounding galaxies.

     We also never knew how we did it. All we knew was that it was some kind of teleporter device. It sent us to where we were supposed to go. And when we were done Observing there, we were teleported to our next destination. That wasn’t the only thing we didn’t know.

     No matter where we went and whoever we Observed, they couldn’t see us. Sometimes some ‘children’ could sense us. But they never saw us. And like here on Earth, no one believed what they were trying to say. They also spoke their own language. But we heard them in English.

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     Up until a few years ago, I didn’t have the time, money, or the ability to do too much writing. Especially online and with scriptwriting or writing programs. I did do some handwriting and a whole lot of thinking and planning. But I didn’t get too much accomplished until I joined WDC.

     The main reason why I joined WDC was because of my scriptwriting. I know what happens usually when a script or television scripts get sold. Usually, they are rewritten. Sometimes numerous times. But who gets the blame if something happens and it’s not a success or as big of a success as expected. It’s the writer aka me.

     When I first joined WDC, I didn’t do any scriptwriting. All I did was write some short stories. I also wrote a few poems. And a few letters like this one. But I didn’t really try to do any scriptwriting until a few years ago. From then on, I have been mostly working on my scriptwriting.

     Of course, I have done some short stories, novels, other activities, and even a lot of Reviewing for several years. But for the last four years, I have been working mostly on my scriptwriting. Especially, my Water Wars scriptwriting project. I have done a lot of work on my second scriptwriting project, The Final Ritual, too.

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     I’m almost done transcribing the scripts for my Water Wars scriptwriting project. I have scanned the Two-Part Movie Introduction and the first two episodes of this television series. Still have one more episode to scan and what I have handwritten so far with my fourth episode.

     Once I finish transcribing these scripts, I will start working on my Outlines and single sentences based on these scripts. I will also finish scanning and writing my last two scripts for this television series. I’m hoping I’m going to get this all finished about halfway through this year. That’s my main goal for this year.

     It’s not the only goal I have this year, though. I’m also going to start my SpaceHorrors scriptwriting project. That’s one of my other goals for this year. That isn’t all I’m going to do this year. I have already started writing short stories about DeathBringers.

     I’m also going to start writing a novel introduction to my SpaceHorrors television series. This novel explains how all these DeathBringer short stories, television episodes, and hopefully more novels started.

     That’s about all I can think of to write to myself in this letter. I have tried to explain how I write the way that I do. And I have written my goals for this year. The same goals I have had for the past four years. Now all I need to do is to fulfil these goals. I think that I can and will. But only time will tell if I do.

                                                                                                                                                                   Sincerely Yours,


                                                                                                                                                                   SpaceFaction

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