ArtsAutosBooksBusinessEducationEntertainmentFamilyFashionFoodGamesGenderHealthHolidaysHomeHubPagesPersonal FinancePetsPoliticsReligionSportsTechnologyTravel

Rest little letter

Updated on March 10, 2011

Author: W. K. Hayes

The Writer's Passion


            Writer’s Block…how dare it rear its ugly head at the writer? Return to thy cage beast that dares to sit upon his pen. Lean not your countenance upon his weary soul. Sleep eternally and rest your blackened shadow that haunts this paper. Must you leave the paper so empty of existence?

            Slowly, the pen tingles within his grasp as it seemingly comes to life. The nervous twitter crosses his mind and propels the arm to feel needed. The hand indulges the urge to feel the energy flow from the thought in the heart to the energy that feeds the pen and soon, words begin their journey to life.

            Carefully woven, each curl of the ink…the tiny splatter that appears as the ink appears in curved impressions. Thus, a letter is born into the world. Give great heed to the letter, curled.

            The letter is a child, waiting to be, held by its mother and father for the first time. Although, this child may stand-alone or have thousands of siblings upon the page, the letter should be, treated as the individual that it is. Let the letter; be loved, for the gift it brings of binding humanity.

            Speak no ill will, to no one, little letter. May all those that look upon this little letter see the offering of peace and happiness to those that live through the letters that they bear? The letters written are the reflections of the heart, defining, and being, defined by the writer.

            In time, more and more letters have adorned the page leaving the writer pleased that if the heart of one soul can touch another soul, those two souls will be, bound by that single memory they share.

            For this purpose alone, we seek the truest of true love. Only a few ever find the one that is right for them. The rest seek out the world never fully understanding why true love has forsaken them.

            The pen strikes upon the paper for the hurt of a thousand pains. Was it this one? No! Was it that one? No! The pen stops and the writer, considers the shaping of his letters before turning his mind to a thought, more kind.

            With a softer pace, the pen moves across the paper. Battered thoughts, left behind in exchange for the frivolity of memories, most kind. Soon, the letters take form as given to birth and begin creating the written image of his heart.

            Long brown hair that rests upon the pillow, adorning the softness of her smile, has appeared in his mind. Generous eyes filled with love, poise the heart of the writer’s heart, beating faster and faster. Soon, the curved letters, jagged with excitement until the writer steadies himself and goes for a safer place to dwell.

            Decidedly, he retains his focus upon the beauty of the women though he refrains from seeking out the details for fear of exciting his thoughts, again. Would he dare let the ink flow in words of desired passion? Shall the shape of the letter read in nervous, penmanship? Neither of which, would he allow should his thoughts seemed focused on selfish lust.

            ‘How dare the person resist their thoughts from the passionate dreams given in love?’ he wonders to himself.

The pen strikes hard as ink splatters around the tip of thought he grieves to embrace. Rise up morning sun and let the writer dwell on his beloved. Let him touch her with his longing embrace.

            The pen becomes strong, as forceful energy flows from the mind and to the hand. Letters are born at a frightful pace as the dream of her hand caresses his skin lightly as a feather.

            A shiver quickly retracts the pen from the paper and just as quickly, the painted heart returns to cast its show upon the paper. With feverish strokes, the writer recants the dream of his heart, the craving of his soul and the passionate desire of his body, all for her.

His words begin to speak of feeling her silken lips against his own. His arms drawing her near, to feel the warmth of her body pressed against his. Fires rage throughout his soul as wave after wave of absolute need takes control of his sense raising the beast he hides beneath the disguise of a man. Her hands cleave to his shirt as she kisses him with such forceful passion…such wonderful enthusiasm. It is, as if she knows the effect she has on him and turning her man into that beast is her goal. The feeling of her lips speaking volumes of her own desires to him. Her hands begin grasping harshly, at his clothes, as his kisses move to her neck, her weakness.

Oh, the sounds she makes that no words can describe, as they are unique to her. They are her mating call that draws her soul mate with a voice only his heart can hear. The lyrics of the song speak to the man, “I am yours…take me”.

            In a burst on desire’s madness, the writer declares, “How can I write when I am utterly consumed by her?”

            Quickly, the writer placed the lid upon the pen, closing the ink within its home and tossed upon the pages of dreams. The writer dashes away, to fulfill his desire and leaving his work to rest.

 The letters quietly finish drying while they wait for the creator’s return. Until that time should come rest, little letters and sleep you well. For, the writer in furious passion left you for another time when your family shall grow.


    0 of 8192 characters used
    Post Comment

    • TheHopefulPoet profile image


      7 years ago from Florida

      This is a beautiful piece and I was completely captivated by your words as the story went from one of a passion for writing to a passionate love. Very well done! I love all the detail you included about the pen, paper and ink itself as I am an "old school" writer. Everything I write starts its life handwritten on paper with pen and later finds its way onto my computer. Keep up the good work, your hubs are wonderful. :)

    • W. K. Hayes profile imageAUTHOR

      Warren Keith Hayes 

      7 years ago from Bryson City, North Carolina

      Rhonda, thank you for the kind words. I truly am enjoying sharing this part of me with the world. As I said to a dear friend, 'My writing is my gift'.

    • tnderhrt23 profile image


      7 years ago

      This is just amazing! A captivating read, indeed...

    • Rhonda Waits profile image

      Rhonda Musch 

      7 years ago from The Emerald Coast

      You are welcome W.K. You are a very talented writer. I love your work. Voted up. You are awesome. Ilook forwrd to reading more from you. Thanks for following me.

    • W. K. Hayes profile imageAUTHOR

      Warren Keith Hayes 

      7 years ago from Bryson City, North Carolina

      Thank you Rhonda...before the advent of the laptop...everything I wrote was by hand with felt tip pens. This story reflects my own personal experiences with using those pens and how they would respond to my thoughts. Yes, I notice the smallest things...thanks again.

    • Rhonda Waits profile image

      Rhonda Musch 

      7 years ago from The Emerald Coast

      Wow. This was really great. A great idea to write about. I voted it up. Looks like your on your way. This was great.

    • W. K. Hayes profile imageAUTHOR

      Warren Keith Hayes 

      7 years ago from Bryson City, North Carolina

      Thank Mandeadair, I'm starting warm up for a romance novel but I'm not entirely sure how I will be received. So, I'm easing my way towards writing the romance novel, while picking up opinions along the way. Thank you.

    • Mandeeadair profile image


      7 years ago from California

      Love this!!


    This website uses cookies

    As a user in the EEA, your approval is needed on a few things. To provide a better website experience, uses cookies (and other similar technologies) and may collect, process, and share personal data. Please choose which areas of our service you consent to our doing so.

    For more information on managing or withdrawing consents and how we handle data, visit our Privacy Policy at:

    Show Details
    HubPages Device IDThis is used to identify particular browsers or devices when the access the service, and is used for security reasons.
    LoginThis is necessary to sign in to the HubPages Service.
    Google RecaptchaThis is used to prevent bots and spam. (Privacy Policy)
    AkismetThis is used to detect comment spam. (Privacy Policy)
    HubPages Google AnalyticsThis is used to provide data on traffic to our website, all personally identifyable data is anonymized. (Privacy Policy)
    HubPages Traffic PixelThis is used to collect data on traffic to articles and other pages on our site. Unless you are signed in to a HubPages account, all personally identifiable information is anonymized.
    Amazon Web ServicesThis is a cloud services platform that we used to host our service. (Privacy Policy)
    CloudflareThis is a cloud CDN service that we use to efficiently deliver files required for our service to operate such as javascript, cascading style sheets, images, and videos. (Privacy Policy)
    Google Hosted LibrariesJavascript software libraries such as jQuery are loaded at endpoints on the or domains, for performance and efficiency reasons. (Privacy Policy)
    Google Custom SearchThis is feature allows you to search the site. (Privacy Policy)
    Google MapsSome articles have Google Maps embedded in them. (Privacy Policy)
    Google ChartsThis is used to display charts and graphs on articles and the author center. (Privacy Policy)
    Google AdSense Host APIThis service allows you to sign up for or associate a Google AdSense account with HubPages, so that you can earn money from ads on your articles. No data is shared unless you engage with this feature. (Privacy Policy)
    Google YouTubeSome articles have YouTube videos embedded in them. (Privacy Policy)
    VimeoSome articles have Vimeo videos embedded in them. (Privacy Policy)
    PaypalThis is used for a registered author who enrolls in the HubPages Earnings program and requests to be paid via PayPal. No data is shared with Paypal unless you engage with this feature. (Privacy Policy)
    Facebook LoginYou can use this to streamline signing up for, or signing in to your Hubpages account. No data is shared with Facebook unless you engage with this feature. (Privacy Policy)
    MavenThis supports the Maven widget and search functionality. (Privacy Policy)
    Google AdSenseThis is an ad network. (Privacy Policy)
    Google DoubleClickGoogle provides ad serving technology and runs an ad network. (Privacy Policy)
    Index ExchangeThis is an ad network. (Privacy Policy)
    SovrnThis is an ad network. (Privacy Policy)
    Facebook AdsThis is an ad network. (Privacy Policy)
    Amazon Unified Ad MarketplaceThis is an ad network. (Privacy Policy)
    AppNexusThis is an ad network. (Privacy Policy)
    OpenxThis is an ad network. (Privacy Policy)
    Rubicon ProjectThis is an ad network. (Privacy Policy)
    TripleLiftThis is an ad network. (Privacy Policy)
    Say MediaWe partner with Say Media to deliver ad campaigns on our sites. (Privacy Policy)
    Remarketing PixelsWe may use remarketing pixels from advertising networks such as Google AdWords, Bing Ads, and Facebook in order to advertise the HubPages Service to people that have visited our sites.
    Conversion Tracking PixelsWe may use conversion tracking pixels from advertising networks such as Google AdWords, Bing Ads, and Facebook in order to identify when an advertisement has successfully resulted in the desired action, such as signing up for the HubPages Service or publishing an article on the HubPages Service.
    Author Google AnalyticsThis is used to provide traffic data and reports to the authors of articles on the HubPages Service. (Privacy Policy)
    ComscoreComScore is a media measurement and analytics company providing marketing data and analytics to enterprises, media and advertising agencies, and publishers. Non-consent will result in ComScore only processing obfuscated personal data. (Privacy Policy)
    Amazon Tracking PixelSome articles display amazon products as part of the Amazon Affiliate program, this pixel provides traffic statistics for those products (Privacy Policy)