This one hurts.Even the ghost post worker had to sit with it for a while.It’s a jagged piece of glass, written by a sister for the brother she didn’t get to finish knowing.That kind of grief that’s hard to explain unless you’ve been there. Maybe you have.If you find this letter, read it gently.It isn’t… Continue reading Marked Undeliverable
I’m standing in the skincare aisle like a normal person.I am not a normal person.I am holding a letter certified by the Local Goose Council and legally infused with Silly Goose Juice. The contents are unregulated.You may experience: mild emotional disobedience glitter-related side effects the sudden desire to honk when threatened I’ve slid it between… Continue reading The Letter Contained Juice and No Warnings
Let me set the scene:I’m standing in front of the Doritos like a normal person.I am not a normal person.I am holding a letter that tastes like smoke.I’m about to slide it between Sweet Chili Heat and Cool Ranch.Because that’s where it belongs. Three pages of restrained grief, betrayal under glass.It doesn’t name names.It doesn’t… Continue reading I Am Holding a Letter That Tastes Like Smoke
Just a scrap of paper,a tired hand,It wasn’t Elsie’s hand this time.She’s still lingering somewhere between the walls, humming to herself in old ink and grief.This one came from another ghost.A quieter one.A little feral, a little late, but still willing to work the mailroom. If you find something sealed, tucked, or out of place...you… Continue reading Update from Nowhere
The envelope’s nothing special.Jane liked it that way. Said Daphne wouldn’t open anything too pretty. Inside? A letter she never meant to send.She wrote it after her seventh visit. Or maybe her seventeenth.There’s a tally sheet. Some angry scribbles.One line just says: “you left.” It’s not sweet.It’s not fair.But it’s honest. I don’t think Jane… Continue reading The Last One She Wrote
I left this one on a desk. A plain one—fake wood, not trying too hard. The kind you sit at when you’re pretending to be okay. When you’re getting through the day but part of you is still somewhere else. Still waiting. The envelope is dark. The kind of brown that feels like old journals… Continue reading THE ONE WHO NEVER CAME BACK
A polite reminder from the deep that you are not built to handle her.Filed under: “Biological Relics / Oceanic Sleep Paralysis / Emotional Support Eldritch Beasts” Let me tell you about a creature that is older than the concept of your self-esteem. The Greenland shark is not swimming.She is drifting, gently and with contempt.A sentient… Continue reading Field Report: Long Sad Meat Tube
I wasn’t planning to leave anything that day. I wasn’t in the mood to ruin anyone’s afternoon. But sometimes the past calls your bluff, and sometimes it dares you to answer back with a typewriter and a grudge. So I did. I picked the book carefully. Breaking Dawn. The kind of love story that glorifies… Continue reading The Human Toenail
Angela brought a handwritten letter.Marlene responded with a typewriter. The topic?A cherry pie, a stolen chair, and the unholy audacity of calling hydrangeas hibiscus. Angela believes in community values. Marlene believes in microwave desserts and vengeance. This is no longer about Saturday’s gathering.This is about order. And flavor. And respect. Read them both. Then ask… Continue reading Casserole Politics
A classified-style briefing about Jupiter's general hostility toward being visited. Includes bullet points about its charming tendency to lack a surface, shred your ship into plasma, and contain a storm so petty it’s been spinning since before your grandma was born. Highlights include: Jupiter’s psychological basement, where your atoms get scattered A storm that outlives… Continue reading This Planet Needs Therapy
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