Résultats pour "Pen Pal" dans Littérature, romans et fiction

The first letter arrived the day my husband was buried. It was postmarked from the state penitentiary, and contained a single sentence: I’ll wait forever if I have to. It was signed by Dante, a man I didn’t know. Out of simple curiosity, I wrote back to ask him what exactly he was waiting for. His reply? You.

Brenda Arkwright has been the managing director of Murgatroyd Pens for much of her working life. She is popular, personable, and competent. But Brenda has secrets. When Jean Murgatroyd passes away in a nursing home in the northern industrial town of her birth, old wounds are reopened. Events from Brenda’s past, inextricably intertwined with the Murgatroyd family, are coming back to haunt her.

The Pen Pal follows the story of Shiloh Ray, who is a military wife, new mother, and college student. Shiloh also suffers from postpartum depression and overall loneliness from living in rural Alaska, far away from any family or friends. Shiloh then breaks out of her comfort zone and signs up for a pen pal. Weeks pass and she is matched with Penelope Young. This is where her whole life will change. Shiloh and Penelope become the best of friends and write letters every week. Until one day, the letters just stop. Penelope has vanished.

Journee Barclay isn't interested in the big, hulky football player the town of Mistletoe wants her to date. She's been writing to a sweet but shy computer geek, and she's hoping he'll eventually ask to meet her. But putting the town off is getting to be more difficult every day.

Pen Pals is an improvised celebration of the lost art of letter writing. Great performers from the improv comedy community come together to improvise a series of letters between characters that have been made up on the spot. For people who miss letters, for people who still love letters, or for people who love radio comedy...

Jase is an average joe who lives in England, and Elizabeth, 5000 miles away, lives in California. They met online and began writing to each other. It was an innocent exchange. After a while, their pen pal relationship blossomed into a series of erotic rendezvous.

A primeira carta chega no dia do enterro do meu marido. Vem da penitenciária e tem apenas uma frase: Vou esperar para sempre se for preciso. A assinatura é de um tal Dante, um homem que eu não conheço. Por simples curiosidade, escrevo de volta perguntando o que exatamente ele está esperando. Sua resposta: Você. Digo ao homem misterioso que ele mandou a carta para a pessoa errada. Ele insiste que está certo. Escrevo que nunca nos encontramos, mas ele afirma que me conhece. Trocamos cartas toda semana, cada vez mais íntimas. Então, um dia, elas param. Quando descubro por quê, já é tarde demais.