Logan’s Letterbox

A place for all you bratty brat’s to hang out and chat while waiting for a story! Just remember all actions have equal and opposite reactions. πŸ˜‰ Enjoy!

35 thoughts on “Logan’s Letterbox

  1. Staggers in, weighed down with Wookie’s contraband.
    “Can’t let this stuff go to waste” 😁 “Okay, what have we here…..”
    Begins unpacking.

    “Oooo……fireworks…..just in time for Bonfire Night, where did I put the flame thrower, I need to light these”


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  2. “Aha, flame thrower found, now all I need to do is to light the fireworks…..gotta celebrate Bonfire Night in style after all”

    *lights flame thrower……moves to light the πŸš€*


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  3. Ooh! Ahhh! πŸŽ†πŸŽ‡πŸŒ Nothing like a good firework display Jojo! Here got some πŸ”πŸŒ­ and hot chocolate(with a small kick in it) to keep out the chill! πŸ˜‰

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  4. I have to say I’m pleased as peach that someone finally commented get. The urge to scrawl “Ro was here” or “first” was starting to get to me.
    Fireworks sounds fun. Though the thought of bonfire gives me chills. Not abad thing I’ve just sworen off big fires for now haha. I’ll settle in for fireworks though!

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  5. All right bratty brats. I’ve got a question for you all. How do ya’ll feel about the ‘real life’ post we (I mainly) do? If you like them, is there a post you all would like to see from me? Some burning topic or question I can answer?


  6. Lusting breathless,
    A darker shade, dishonestly worn well.
    Innuendos deafening the silence,
    In my quarters pen pushing erotic dreams.

    Elbow deep in inked archives from these weary mind’s bag of bones,
    Whispered voices from the lost dark chastity.
    Flickering candle flames highlight up and downs,
    These naughty, naughty things that we do.

    Hosting the ghost of my outta world sins, lost in shadows,
    Behind chamber walls slowly closing in.
    My cups of sinful medicine with,
    Deep red lips and sticky fingers sequestered in quivering thighs.

    Si la poesΓ­a es mi vida, entonces las palabras son mi ataΓΊd.
    (If poetry is my life, then words are my coffin.)

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