Letters to Downton

by Rome Classified

The correspondence of the inhabitants of Downton Abbey is an intriguing one; defined by lost notes on a bedside table, unsent letters, and scribbled romances on the back of an old receipt. The development of both the servants and the nobility is strengthened through their own words, written whole-heartedly to one another.

9. Chapter 9

Dear Mr. Blake... or whatever your name is,

I am a woman who just lost her hubby because he refused to be on the show any longer so hitting on me will not make me love you. Apparently, there are three men who hit on me. I thought you were all just one person, to be completely honest I'd rather fuck my sister than see your ugly faces. I'm going to eat these raisins right now because they remind me of Boku No Picu so I'm going to go cry in a car windshield. I hope this letter has reminded you I don't care if you have a thirty-two pack and muscles the size of cantaloupes and that I'm going to kick you off the roof and hope you land in Edith or something that's preposterous like her. So, this leads to an uninteresting ending for all my readers who have taken the time to read this shit I post on here to make you all uncomfortable.

Ok, let's just forget about this chapter...? I... um... I've been wondering, I made a separate account and I made it really bad and stupid and I got like, 10 reviews and I don't know how I haven't gotten any for this story. I mean, no one has even said anything bad about it but I guess if I say this now, I won't get any reviews anyway. Who gives a fuck. Now, I'll just wait for a good idea to pop up for the next chapter. I know this one didn't make any sense (not like any of them did in the first place), so I'm going to wait for a long time again or something. I don't... really know... Okay, bye!