Dear John,
You suck. Get your stuff and out of my life. Bye! have a nice rest of the day!!!

I just missed it because I didn't know about this, so very briefly, just to bring a smile to all our faces...

Dear Peter,
You know I'm not the sort of girl who would break up over a text message. But still, as I simply can't look at you without violently gagging any more, this will have to do. When you write on eHarmony, "A man of undying passion" it would help to clarify that phrase. You are quite a man of undying passion...for burgers and fries and other nauseating fast food items. Seriously. Just because it's on the dollar menu, that doesn't mean you can buy twenty of them and reason that it's how much you would have spent on dinner at a real resturant. I'm sorry, but after watching you eat bacon layered burgers for six hours, I'm afraid I can't ever look at you again. I don't like being kissed by a mouth covered in grease, and as I have explained before, I am a vegetarian. And no, a vegetarian is not a resident of the state Vegitaria. That doesn't exist. Live a happy life with your fast food. I'm sure that cute blond at MacDonald's will still love you, even when you can't see your toes anymore.
Happy Eating. Love Emily

Amour,

I have searched far and wide for a being like you whom I felt could join me in the circle of completeness I call my life. My union with you has shown me that completeness can only come from an understanding and love of self which lies within me and not within any other other human being.
Our togetherness has given me the experience of looking at who I am and has show me a vision and a path of where I am going and who I am meant to be. Without our sacred union, I would have never been able to raise the bar to the next level of my life.
Thank you so much for your patience and understanding in all areas that I fell short of expressing actions for our highest good...for that I will always be grateful.
The time has come for us to release our hearts to grow in the direction of our higher purposes. I will miss our physical connection but our eternal connection will live on as no relationship of the soul ever ends and memories never die.
I leave you with love at the highest star and never with any regrets...Linle

Dear John,

From the moment I met you, you have been the only man I have loved. If I could compare our love story to any love epic, I can guarantee that it would be that of Venus and Adonis.

But now I realize it is time to move on, start afresh, with a real man. With a man who can take me out for dinners and pay, a man who listens to my deepest thoughts and a least has something meaningful to say back, a man who can give me a long sensual massage and get on top every once in a while. So John please don’t take this the wrong way, I don’t want you to cry or feel bad, and please don’t threaten to commit suicide as I will not fall for your tricks this time.

You will always mean the world to me and have been my all since that day I first opened the shining blue box wrapped with white ribbon, on my 5th birthday. I’ll never forget how my heart raced as I gazed into your brown button eyes and knew it was love at first sight. Goodbye John, I hope you enjoy your time sitting on the shelf of The Salvation Army, until another little girl falls in love with you.

Pipi

Ok, I decided at the last minute to write an entry for this competition. I know it's late, but I'll exchange FEEDBACK FOR FEEDBACK! :)

Hello my name is Charlie and I'm in love with the best man in the world. His name is Chuck. Its our one year anniversary. I'm so excited. He's made us dinner and he told me its going to be real romantic. I can't wait. He told to to come to his house at eight and to follow the rose petals. Hes so adorable. I'm here. I'm so excited. Maybe ill lose my virginity tonight. I don't know. But it has to be special. I walked up to his door turned the knob it was open of course. And there are rose petals all over the floor leading to the bedroom. I knew it. So i slowly walk over to the door. I don't want to tip him off that I'm here. So i turn the knob to the bedroom and guess what i see. There was a banister hung up that says. Sorry shes better looking. And gives me what i want. Underneath the banister hes having sex with another woman. He arranged this whole thing, to break up. A week he was in the hospital. His new girlfriend cut off his dick. Pay backs a bitch isn't it.

I'm still getting the hang of this place... but there's nothing like reading here regarding this section.

@TheCreativeFool
I could be annoying right now and say they're obviously being noticed. >_<
If I didn't know any better, I'd guess they're doing it on purpose, posting in the comments and not in the "Start a new chapter" section. I think they like the attention.

Mine is loosely based on truth. I wonder if that's still considered fictional... LOL

I guess I broke the rules this time because my story is not fictional. Of course, then again, I may have a better chance of winning that way.

Thank you, AerialJugger. Unfortunately, I'm afraid we're gonna have to pull out the ALL-CAPS on this one.

WEBOOK USERS: IN ORDER TO ENTER THE CHALLENGE, YOU MUST START A NEW CHAPTER BY CLICKING ON THE "START A NEW CHAPTER" BUTTON.

OTHERWISE, YOUR ENTRY WILL NOT BE RATED OR JUDGED BY THE WEBOOK STAFF. THIS MEANS THAT YOU WILL HAVE A 0% CHANCE OF WINNING, GETTING FEEDBACK, OR BEING NOTICED AT ALL.

For those who are posting their entries down below, fyi you need to create a chapter (button above) and submit it from there.

Lol! I see people are still posting their entries here :O

Anyways, I modified my entry to "It'z Goodbye fo' rizzle"and would appreciate any feedback :P

I'm writing this because I know I couldn't say it to your face.   You'd interrupt or look at me sideways and make me laugh, then we'd probably end up in bed.

I don't want that.   I've had enough, Bill.   I can't go on like this.   I need to get on with my own life instead of being an adjunct on the perifery of yours.   You see what I mean about making me laugh?   I've been rehearsing that and it's exactly how I feel but I know how you'd react.  You're probably laughing now.   If you've even got this far, you illiterate bastard.

I've taken my stuff so I don't need to come to the flat and you've got no excuse to come here.   This is it, Bill.   I mean it.   I warned you I'd go if it happened again, so you probably don't care or you'd have kept her away.

You don't know what she's like.   The way she sneers.   The triumph in her eyes, because she knows you'll never send her away.   She's a destructive, malicious, manipulative bitch and you can't see it.  Well, she got what she wanted and she's welcome to you. 

Goodbye!

Dearest heart,

I have found your interest in all things womanly quite refreshing. There are few men that dare broach the word "period" and survive from instantaneous self-combustion on the spot. This, is quite impressive.

However, I found myself slightly perturbed the other day to discover that not only are you sensitive and understanding, but also have a multitude of feminine products within your own possession.

It has, unfortunately, also come to my attention that you have been dating me due to the fact that I have no hips. I regret to inform that my lanky, masculine, hips are the result of genes and nothing else.

In light of these latest conclusions, I must insist that ,for our mental health, we cease and desist all romantic relations. I fear we may both be greatly confused as to the truth of the situation, and I would deeply regret for either of us to become disillusioned at an inopportune moment.

Please give my regards to your cat Melvin, we had quite the bout over my tea last time, and I have not forgotten I owe him tuna for his apparent victory.

Wish you all the best, always.

Ronald,

  I have been sensing  quite a bit of hostility lately.

  This morning at six a.m, I turned over and the sun was blazing into my eyes so bad it felt like there was a splinter of fire on my cornea.  You were sitting on the edge of the bed, quietly reading the Gazette and drinking your coffee. I asked you, oh so nicely, if you could please close the blinds. You just sat there like the comatose protoplasm you are, like you always do scratching your imbigious genitalia and perched on your gluteus maximus.
  So I got up, walked in the kitchen and poked some pop-tarts into the toaster. Only to hear the scratching of your slippers against the hardwood flooring. (Which by the way I tell you not to wear, because they leave black spots on my clean floors.) When I turn around to get some milk, and then swiftly turn back around to pour it into my glass, I see you wolfing down my strawberry poptarts. I don't think you even stopped to chew, you just inhaled them.
 So, while I was at the office today, I stayed during my lunchbreak. I checked my facebook messages, and wrote on my blog. But then I an advertisement came up for Eharmony. So I checked it out. I reviewed my matches for free, and I finally found someone with my brain capacity, IQ, interests and hobbies. I never thought I would find someone who loved a clean house as much as I do.
  I am scheduled to meet Barbara next week.
                                 Love,
                                            Cynthia.
P.S: If you haven't gotten the main idea already, I'm staying at my mothers. It's over, Ronald.

Dear Jack,

Screw the "Its me not you" crap.

Its all you. Its your fault and i don't want to hear any more crap about it.

I knew the moment you stepped through that door that you were messed up. But I never realized how much. I loved you, don't you understand that? I put all my faith into you because I thought you were my soul mate. And what do I get? I get my heart ripped out by you, a back-stabbing, goin' to hell, lying son of a b****.

You love my sister.

Is that the only reason you ruined my life, our love.

Why? Why!

Never again do I want you to call me. Never in a thousand years do I want you to text me. And I swear, son of a b****, if you freikkin touch my sister again, I will pump you fat guts full of lead.

F*** off,
Kailey

Check out my ghost-written e-mail, with the classy title of "Where's My Bra?" Seriously, where is it? ...Oh. Not my bra. The character's. Yeah.

How's about we all do the challenge by starting a new chapter, eh? The rating system, rules, etc.; that's all water under the bridge. But putting a whole entry in the comments -- ones that are clearly over the word limit, by the way, is just annoying and shows that while you can write, you sure are illiterate.

Seriously.

T,

We had the most amazing time bantering words back and forth.  The creation we made should have been a best-seller.  I absolutely cannot believe you don't want it published because you are afraid of your wife's reaction.

Why didn't you tell her you were writing a novel with another woman online?

You took the very best of my ideas and words,using them to mold a unique, romantic thriller, and then you have the nerve to tell me you refuse to allow me to market it without your signature, which you refuse to give because you are afraid of what it would do to your wife!  Excuse me?

I have a mind to send the book to your wife and to ask her if you do this sort of thing very often.  I wonder what she would think of the thousands of emails we have exchanged over the last few years.

Don't worry.  Your secret is safe with me until my novel,  Omission:  What Your Husband Didn't Tell You  hits the shelves.  It's all about a lawyer who cheats on his wife with his writing partner.  They have a wild,sexy romance while the wife is away for six months with her parents.  Only you and I will know the truth from fiction.    I'll send her an autographed copy on your anniversary and dedicate it to you with all my love.

Good luck explaining that to her. 

P

about the whole stars and the whole anonymity thing. I actually think that I actually LLLB tbh. though maybe LLLB is being a little rude. I just think that it should be anonymous cos ppl should be able to say whether they think something is rubbish with out the fear of being bashed. though maybe someone who's going to make a judgement on how good a peice of work is they should reveiw and say what they like about it.


This is what I think it should be, you have a chose of being  anonymous  or not when reveiwing though WeBook should know who you are so that if you're 'anonymous' reveiws get reported alot and they are deemed abusive then you can be blocked from the site. Also rating stars should be a choice you can make but only if you have reviewed

I'm new here so any opinions on my stuff is welcome, as are friendships.

Fiddling of ratings is just human nature. I have a Page to Fame entry and I don't even trust those ratings.

Regarding opinions etc there is a lot of literary wannabe advice given. I think people sometimes forget that being a wordsmith, for instance is matter of taste and style it does not equate to being a good writer. Neither does strict adherence to the rules of grammar.

We are artists and these are some if our tools how we use them adds to our creations.

There. Pretentious twaddle over and to quote Mick Jagger 'opinions are like arseholes, everyones got one'.

You can cuss all you want, Heather.

Can we use a little of foul language? Not exeedingly, but maybe once or at most twice? Just wondering.
Thanks in advanced.

Oh I am so entertained by you. Aren't you fun?

Hah! There's a first!  People defending ME! I am honoured.  For a 'new' member, you seem to be pretty opinionated about things around here.  LLLB.  Now if I was paranoid, I might just think that it was personal ... but I could care less.  Having read the two reviews that you have left here on this site, I know exactly who you are - because I am clever that way, and you ain't no boy - pity you can't speak up under your true identity isn't it? Until you do, I'm done with anything further you might have to say. Thank you people

I would say absolutely looked down upon anywhere when one argues for the sake of argument.  The only 'fashion' that is off here, is yours lovelesslostboy.

I suppose playing the devil's advocate is looked down upon around here?

Well said Beruthiel.

I suppose it's the fashion in which it's requested, Beruthiel.

Oh, everyone is so overdramatic.

@lovelesslostboy: I think you are being unnecessarily pejorative towards a politely phrased request. Although I concur that the "drive-by rating shooters" are a genuine problem, that phenomenon is not the only reason for wishing to be able to identify raters.

There are writers on this site of wildly varying quality, working in a wide range of genres. When someone comments on something I have posted, I immediately go to look at their work, and at other pieces they have rated, and the sort of books they list in their profile. If they turn out to be producing work of the quality I aspire to, then I will place  more weight on their comments, than if they turn out to value the sort of drivel I would never wish to write!

You can't please all of the people all of the time! So it is helpful to know whether it is your target audience who are responding, or not.

It would be nice to solve the problem by having everyone leave comments, but I know that (quite apart from the rating assassins) there are plenty of people on this site who are avid readers, but feel shy about leaving comments, because they don't speak the language of literary criticism. I'm still interested in whether or not such people liked what I write or not, even if they don't want  to analyse why, so star ratings still matter to me - not out of competitiveness, but as feedback.

What's wrong with requesting a development that would improve its usefulness?

It is completely obvious that people downrate for the sake of it - and yes also for other reasons.  The point was made clear that while irrelevant, if you are GOING to have them, then show who's giving them - and the last time I checked, WeBook invite suggestions - that IS what they do.

Hunter,

There are times in life when you have to step forward and let the person you love go. Of all the moments in my life, you were always there somewhere. Once as a wish. Once as a blessing. And now as the greatest loss I'll ever experience.

You see, we never did belong in each other's worlds. I'm just an average commoner. You have all the power and wealth at your feet. And with your mother tearing us apart, our relationship is ripping to seams.

I do love you. You know that. I always will. Yes, those words are repeated frequently in breakups but I truly mean them. You were my first love. My first kiss. You were a radiant star in the center point of my gray sky.

"Memories are what you have, when you've lost everything else. Dreams are what you have, when you forget the memories. And bliss is what you have when you give up both." I remember the first time you said those magical three words. The time you were beaten up by a gang for fear of me getting hurt. The time we walked through the forest, hand in hand. Laughing. Smiling. Together.

But those memories seem so distant now. You haven't changed. I have.

I realize now that I've, at first, fallen for only your looks. Those midnight blue eyes lured me in. But as time went on, I saw past your icy demeanor and into your locked up heart. And it was pure.

I want you to understand. The reason why I insist that we go our separate ways is not because of Ash. Please don't set out to find him. He has nothing to do with my feelings. My heart is shattering. Me and you. It was once so easy to say. But now, it seems impossible.

We're too different. We would never last. Even if you say you'd love me forever, I would not change my decision. It is time for us to part.

I will be leaving Los Angeles tomorrow. Good-bye.


Love,

Haylie

I say we stop making such a big deal about "drive by raters" and stop placing so much emphasis on the stupid rating system. Whose to say it's "drive by" one-star ratings anyway? Some people are just saying nice things to get good reviews in return. Some people don't have the balls to say what they really feel on here for fear of being verbally suckerpunched by outspoken, opinionated, and sometimes rude people. So, let's just stop making demands and let the webook staff do what they do, shall we?

I think that's why the judges don't consider the ratings.  The drive-bys are meaningless and harmless.

L_egoiste, I couldn't agree with you more. I hate those drive by rate shooters!

Hey WB, howzabout in these challenges that you offer the authors the chance to view who left what star rating in the same way that they can in their own projects?  You say you don't consider these, but still, it seems unfair to me, when I read great reviews on some people's work, that they only have a one or two or three star rating, and they can't see who rated them  C'mon now, your tech guys can do this, I know they can.  It is important to some people here.  If you are going to have these stars at all, then let's end the anonymity - and make a few people scramble.  Some of your 'friends' might just be revealed for what they really are.  Good one on the idea this time.  Should be interesting.