Bi-Annual Letter Writing Submission Contest!

Rusty Wheels Media is Proud to Announce the Bi-Annual Letter Writing Submission Contest!

Submissions: January 15th-February 26th 2019

Have you ever wanted to write a letter to that guy or gal you brushed up against on the train? How about that lost love or the friend that did you wrong?  The family member who never really saw you? The teacher or boss who declined to see your worth? What about the person you wished you had thanked?  These are letters that the writers had no intention of ever mailing, snail or otherwise.

All letters should tell a story. They can be heartfelt, sarcastic, funny, angry, or revenge in words. Expressions to the world or wondering what could have been can be healthy.  So, roll that sacred parchment in an airtight bottle and send it out to sea or burn it over the mantle. Wait…

Send it to us!

Submissions: January 15th-February 26th 2019

1st Place: $200

2nd Place: $100

3rd Place: $50

*Also possible Contract for use in Letters Never Meant to be Read: Volume IV

Multiple submissions ARE allowed.

3 RWM judges will be ruling on these submissions.

+ Profit Sharing for 3+ Letters or More (Percentage of Letters that make it into the next publication= Royalty Percentage by contract PLUS a byline, if desired). Of Course, Letters can be anonymous upon publication.

Please convey the following in the body of the email along with your Letters in an Attachment (Word)

Name

Pseudonym (if used)

Social Media Contact Links (if wanted)

Email

Phone Number

Send Letters to: lettersnever@lettersandbooks.com  Subject Line: Letters Contest

OR

Rusty Wheels Media, LLC

PO Box 1692

Rome, GA 30162

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Letters Never Meant to be Read: Volume III Interview with Author BL Teague

 

Letters Never Meant to be Read: Volume III is here!
https://amzn.to/2TpetX6

Marc D. Crepeaux, founder of RWM, interviews Author BL Teague. Bryan contributed four letters to this volume and is sure to write more in our future. Bryan discusses his writing style, upcoming projects, his life struggles, and even reads a letter titled “Dear Mike” from the collection.
Bryan is also working on a few novels, a novella, and a short story for an anthology.

Follow Bryan at:
https://www.bryanteague.com/
On Twitter:

On FB:
https://www.facebook.com/bryan.teague2
On Wattpad:
https://www.wattpad.com/user/BryanLTeague
On AllPoetry
https://allpoetry.com/Bryan%20T

Follow Marc:
https://marcdcrepeaux.com/
On Twitter:

Letters Never Meant to be Read Series:

We’ve also updated the covers and interior for a 2nd edition re-release of Volumes I&II which can be found here:
Volume I: https://amzn.to/2Dz3SV4
Volume II: https://amzn.to/2OGi7s2

If any of the letter writers want to be interviewed by Marc D. Crepeaux and A.M. Hounchell on our LettersandBooks channel,
Leave a Comment Below!

Stay tuned for Letters Volume IV writing contest!

As we post our publishing push for the holiday season, check out our completed and upcoming titles.
New Book by RWM! In the Mist of Fire by Nathalie Grabinski :
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Contractual Obligations also has a new Audible Version:
https://amzn.to/2Fgt1W1
Stop That Wedding by Melissa Klein:
https://amzn.to/2qIM6WV

Join us, submissions are always accepted for publication!
https://lettersandbooks.com/

Letters Never Meant to be Read Volume III and other Rusty Wheels Media Releases and Announcements

 

RWM and Lettersandbooks.com would like to thank all that contributed to Letters Never Meant to be Read: Volume III and announce that it is now available!
Kindle version:
https://amzn.to/2PPJYuC
Paperback version:
https://amzn.to/2T5Uqgu

We’ve also updated the covers and interior for a 2nd edition re-release of Volumes I&II which can be found here:
Volume I: https://amzn.to/2Dz3SV4
Volume II: https://amzn.to/2OGi7s2

If any of the letter writers want to be interviewed by Marc D. Crepeaux and A.M. Hounchell on our LettersandBooks channel,
Leave a Comment Below!

Stay tuned for Letters Volume IV writing contest!

As we post our publishing push for the holiday season, check out our completed and upcoming titles.
New Book by RWM! In the Mist of Fire by Nathalie Grabinski :
https://amzn.to/2FhXX8s
Contractual Obligations also has a new Audible Version:
https://amzn.to/2Fgt1W1
Stop That Wedding by Melissa Klein:
https://amzn.to/2qIM6WV

Join us, submissions are always accepted for publication!
https://lettersandbooks.com/
https://marcdcrepeaux.com/
https://amhounchell.ninja/

Follow us on Twitter!

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Hilarious Editing for Fun: Prof Marc Edits Letter submissions from Author A.M. Hounchell While He Watches

 

 

One of many editors for Letters Never Meant to be Read shares his screen as A.M. Hounchell (author) watches with terror. In the interest of better Letter Writing, English Prof comes out and nabs all of author A.M. Hounchell’s Letters Never Meant to be Read: Volume III submission mistakes in front of him in this hilarious episode of a show about nothing (but writing). These letters are to James Patterson and Donald Trump. https://amhounchell.ninja/

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Sure, come on over. Anytime.

Sure, come on over. Anytime.

Give me the grinds of yesterday’s coffee and allow me to munch on them with a bitter happy existence while I put a hole in your tailpipe so the whole world can hear what a blowhard and listless extravagance we’ve become. I’ll wake up soon and the gravel in my voice will subside as I yell and stretch and throw last nights dishes.

I’ll break out the folding lawn chairs, only to give you a tour right after setting them on that lush grass- at a marching pace to a dead stop- a marching pace to a dead stop- for you to see all my sites.

Then, I’ll build a bonfire for you in the middle of the morning to honor your visit. We’ll swim in the pond and I’ll show you just how easy it is to catch a frog then let it go- catch a frog then let it go- after which you’ll reluctantly pet the slickest skin you ever put your cheek to.

Drone of early afternoon grasshoppers and the lapping of the waves should put me in some kind of mood that only wet skin and moss can do. I’ll chug water from the well’s spigot and you’ll catch a taste and the rooster will come running with a herd behind and they’ll ask about the frogs.

Then, I’ll make us bacon over the fire and offer an old baseball for us to toss while I use the tongs in one hand and you’ll barely break a sweat.

Before we walk the trail with the Pointer and hunt down berries and big, designer leaves, I’ll remember to put my pants on.

Letters Never Meant to be Read- Writing Contest Update

Hello Letter Writers,

I want to thank you all for participating in this ever-growing contest which ended May 5th. I am very happy to report that we received over 150 submissions. Our judges will be hard at work reading your secrets; letters that include your wonderful memories, your funny moments, and your terrible tragedies. Your love, loss, and life.
The winners of the contest will be announced May 31st, 4pm EST LIVE on the Facebook Page for Letters Never Meant to be Read HERE. Please like and share this page so we can make it a celebratory event. I will read the winning letters and announce EVERYONE who are nominees that will be accepted into Volume III. The 3 winners will receive a check promptly after the contest results are announced.
I will also GO LIVE throughout the month on FB to read letters from VI and VII, laugh, and talk about the project as a whole. I have done this twice already with a fun result.
Speaking of, Volume III will include those who both win the contest, and those who are selected as nominees. For that effort, you will be contacted throughout the summer with contracts, photo requests, bios, and other small items that go into making this great publication. We always respect the privacy of our Letter Writers and will tailor your submissions accordingly. This is a great way to get a “byline” into your credits if you are a budding or established author, which some of you already are.
We are ALWAYS accepting submissions even though the contest is over. 3 or more gets you royalty payments, 1 gets you a free book. Submissions for Volume III ends June 1st.
Besides sending letters, the best way to support this project is to buy the books (I try to make them as cheep as possible), tell your friends, write reviews, and share on your social media of choice.
You can always pal around with me on:
Letters Facebook OR MDX
I will not accept bribes 
Thank you so much for supporting this project with your words and pieces of your soul. It has been my dream for many years and you are making it come true.
For projects past, and this precious book. Let there be many more in our future…
 
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We’ve Created a Monster, Her name is Shelly.

 

Last year, I discovered A.M. Hounchell on Twitter, read a book of his in one sitting, and did a review the very same day. We became fast friends that still have never met in person. But, it was clear to me even then that he could write. I got him to compose some letters for Letters Never Meant to be Read Volume II, and somehow we decided it was a good idea to start a separate book together as well.

“Ever play chess by mail?” I asked him last summer. How old of me and super nerdy. He is at least a decade younger than me and has known no world without cell phones.

“That’s what we’re going to do, I have a few ideas,” and I laid out the groundwork for our then unknown collaboration.

We erected the skeleton for a story idea, a good and twisted plot full of holes, and the promise of a great journey. I wrote, sent, and waited. He wrote, sent, and waited…

I sent him the first chapter which included two scenes last July. He sent me something back. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting at the time, but what I got was crazy.

There, Quintessential Reality was born, and Shelly’s life was in our hands. Can two men write as one woman? We never doubted that, just where we were going. We actually wrote for Shelly in both 3rd and 1st person point of view. Hard to talk about, super fun to do.

I honestly feel better writing for a female protagonist and have done so on many occasions in Short Stories to Tell Your Boss. Sure, I grew up with a house full of girls and now live in the same manner as the minority sex, but does that make me some kind of expert? No. Easy to say, harder to prove.

I can admit that women provide me a great mystery of character, like a warm puzzle you never quite get, but you still try. When I was a little boy, I would pull on curling irons that were hot and ready to go on the bathroom sink. They were marvelous and I was curious. I have the scars to prove it. That kind of mystery, I did it again on the page.

Writing as a woman is both liberating and challenging. Also, the manuscript was combed by kind and brutal female beta readers, so neither one of us could play the fool.

Here is the book description and result of our dark and wonderful collaboration lest I give away any spoilers:

Shelly’s life is perfect by any conventional sense. She has a loving husband, two children, a great house, and her career as a real estate agent is really taking off. Just as her daughter’s sweet sixteen birthday party is in the works, Shelly’s life begins to unravel. She starts to realize that in suburban America, life choices are less about what you want, and more about the cards you are dealt. Mental illness is only half of her dark and twisted Quintessential Reality.

After each incident, Shelly confides with the reader, telling her true feelings about what is really going on.

She’ll have to battle her inner and outer demons to find her true self– buried deep below the rubble.

Her options are to Dig or Suffocate.

 

This book is FREE on Kindle Saturday and Sunday as part of Rusty Wheels Media’s Kindle Free Catalog Campaign that ends Sat. We are both really proud of this book and want to get it out there to as many people as possible to enjoy and provide feedback.

We’ve created a monster, her name is Shelly, and both of us are scared to death.

 

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Letters Never Meant to be Read Writing CONTEST!

Rusty Wheels Media is proud to announce the bi-annual Letter Writing Submission Contest! 

Have you ever wanted to write a letter to that guy or gal you brushed up against on the train? How about that lost love or the friend that did you wrong?  The family member who never really saw you? The teacher or boss who declined to see your worth? What about the person you wished you had thanked?  These are letters that the writers had no intention of ever mailing, snail or otherwise.

This collection of salty rants and unspoken melodies has been curated for the entire world to marvel upon. What was an exercise of the utmost fruition has turned into something very real and offers a hard glimpse into the perspective and time of the letter writer.   Writing your letter can be cathartic and freeing.

All letters should tell a story. They can be heartfelt, sarcastic, funny, angry, or revenge in words. Expressions to the world or wondering what could have been can be healthy.  So roll that sacred parchment in an airtight bottle and send it out to sea or burn it over the mantle. Wait…

Send it to us!

Submissions: April 1st-May 5th 2018

1st Place: $200 

2nd Place: $100

3rd Place: $50

Top 10: Contract for use in Letters Never Meant to be Read: Volume III

Multiple submissions ARE allowed.

3 RWM judges will be ruling on these submissions. 

+ Profit Sharing for 3+ Letters or More (Percentage of Letters that make it into the next publication= Royalty Percentage by contract PLUS a by line). Of Course, Letters can be anonymous upon publication.

Send Letters to: RustyWheelsMedia@gmail.com  Subject Line: Letters Contest

OR

Rusty Wheels Media, LLC

PO Box 1692

Rome, GA 30162

 

“Dear Benefactor” from Letters Never Meant to be Read: Volume II YouTube Reading and Script

 

 

Dear Benefactor,

 

Here I give you a great opportunity to continue on an age-old tradition of supporting the arts. No, I am not a charlatan, although I could be if I had no guilt at all. No, I am not a beggar. It just seems plain to me that I could be doing better for myself, better for the world with a change of station. If only I didn’t have this weight of impending disaster over me. This impenetrable cloud that follows, darkens my existence by stealing my time and thoughts away from my writing. Worry and debt have formed great men, but I have served enough of both to occupy a lifetime. Some find hardship and poverty to be inspiration for their best work. I have had the right amount of these disasters and I simply ask for assistance in continuing on to the next great phase.

It may seem by the opening that I am not accomplished, a loser perhaps. This is not true; I am a gentleman by the old sense. I am a person of letters and books. I am well educated, addicted to ambition as well as accomplishment, and have risen up to a certain level despite my poor pedigree. But winning in these games has not come without cost. I find myself mooring over the smallest of expenses and checking my accounts far too often.

Even a small amount of patronage would give me a little respite. I will not dawdle with this given time though. I will write and produce in such a way that you have never seen. I will be the most prolific, the unstoppable. I will be the creator of many worlds and people, for you. The small gesture to my potential will seem dainty in comparison to what I will build. Then, as time continues and I add to the pile of record, our achievements, I will undoubtedly garner interviews. Books will be written about me, about my undying tenacity, about our legacy. Only then will I divulge the real truth about you, about the goodness in your heart, about your care and generosity. I will put you upon the pedestal of time and you will be known.

If you are uninterested in the investment of legacy, then perhaps you would like companionship. Perhaps you want both, are like myself, want it all. I can offer you the sweetest of gestures, the most passionate rhythms this Earth has to offer. I can see you as you were, long ago, past those still pretty eyes, into your youth. I can look at you in wonder, your naked body on display for me, caress your hair and forgive the small tolls that time has ungratefully taken on you.

I can be your best lover, your secret in revenge against the world that has been so ungrateful. I can last long or be as hasty as you please. All of your fantasies will come to fruition, all you have to do is ask. No, tell me, say the words, and I will be whoever you want. Say nothing, and I will be myself, your everything. I do not care if you are dying, we all are. I do not care if you aren’t as pretty as you once were. I can see through the wrinkles and the grief. I am unassuming and I know no age. I span time with humor and delicate forethought. Think of your most dangerous desire, the one you fear would bring you public shame if it ever got out. Tell me. I won’t even bat an eye, only smile, and give it to you.

Please don’t think of me a tramp. Yes, I am taken, you might be too, but not in those moments. No one has all of me, but you can. He may have left recently, or long ago. Use me to parade around in defiance. Show me off to your cohorts, travel with an escort. I can speak another language. In a tuxedo, I am quite dashing. We all play roles; let me play one for you.

Is it not the same when I clock in an out? When I go away in uniform, am I not leaving them behind too? Those that I love, that are close, they need provisions. I go and get them to ensure a future. It does not matter who I am when I am away, as long as I return unscathed. It does not matter how I secure a future, but that I do. Besides, one cannot judge another who brings happiness and enlightenment into the world. I will bring you passion and joy, and you will allow for our enlightenment.

Of course, we don’t have to be lovers in the physical sense. You could simply be my publisher, my editor, my muse. I can scribe love letters to your heart’s delight. Our torrid love affair can be only in the mind, on sacred parchment that historians will marvel over. While I toil away in joy, creating a collection of books and thoughts, we can span great distance with touching moments of bliss caught on record. You can provide needed expenses, and I, a mountain of dreams.

I will still want you though, I must warn you. I am a romantic, if you have not already guessed. I will desire for your body along with your pretty mind. If that physical connection is not your choice, tease me with my own desires of the flesh. Play games, wring out of me the most desperate and sentimental words from my wet cloth. I will be loyal.

If you have found any errors in these words, good; you are doing well already. Please, beg my forgiveness. If they are filled with mistakes, let these words serve as an example of the cloud that is looming. I write in haste, eager to slip away from the bankers and the phone calls. I can assure you, I am not expensive compared to what most use their money on these days. I am not a spendthrift. I will use what is given to me by your delicate hands for one purpose and I will never appear ungrateful. I will get the cloud away from my back and write as if every day I shall perish by midnight.

Do send something soon though, a message that you are at least thinking about my offer. I am an optimist and I think fondly on tomorrow. If not, I will soon be beaten down by the doldrums of a petty, debtor existence. And while I will not give up on my dreams, I will become bitter by their making over such a long, hard road. By securing a more comfortable route now, I will ensure the necessity to pay it forward one day. I will reach down as you have here and offer a lifeline to another dreamer. I beg you to give me something more to admire about tomorrow.

I hope you are well and in good health. I hope the spring sun shines upon your face and, by morning, you have cup of tea for me and a story to tell when I arrive. Write soon.

 

-Marc

 

Send in your own letters HERE