I wasn’t sure I was going to count this one. It’s quiet. A little too soft around the edges. The kind of letter you only write when you’re not sure anyone’s listening. Orren Alderfall showed up like that. A weathered sort of bear. Kind eyes. Heavy shoulders. The kind of creature who’s been holding his… Continue reading I left something behind again. A little more of me, I think.
Left in the party aisle because of course it was. Right on top of the red napkins, beside glittery birthday banners. A cursed little packet of non-celebration.Inside: a bunch of scraps. Like someone tore pieces out of a report they weren’t supposed to have in the first place. One’s handwritten in blue gel pen. One… Continue reading DO NOT RETURN
Stop looking. Stop asking questions. Stop trying. You don’t understand what you’re doing. Forget you saw it. Forget me. It’s the kind of letter you find and instantly feel like you weren’t supposed to. Like something terrible is about to unfold, and the first domino was you. But it’s too late now. I wrote it… Continue reading llll\
It starts with a name: Thomas. But by the time you’re halfway through the first paragraph, you start wondering if it’s really for him—or if you’re just the next unlucky soul to pick it up. The writer claims they didn’t want to send this. That they hesitated. That something is wrong. And by the time… Continue reading A Warning
Some letters are tender. Some are strange. Some leave you wondering if you’re being watched.This one? This one already knows who it’s for.Over and over, the same line loops through the page like a chant, a curse, or a love note that never got delivered. At first, it feels dramatic. A little much. But then… Continue reading You Already Know
[Letter Transcript – Inside] I don’t know why they chose you. I’ve gone over everything… again & again. I’ve not been able to make sense of it.You shouldn’t have stood out.But you did.And now it’s too late.PAY ATTENTION!To the one who took too longTo the one who doesn’t look at allTo the ones who already know… Continue reading I wasn’t looking for a sign. But I got one. From a box of crackers.
I found a letter hidden in the raisin bread section. Which honestly? Feels right. If you’re going to emotionally ambush someone with absurd devotion, do it next to a loaf that screams “childhood toast trauma.” The envelope said: “Burn after reading, or frame it. I won’t know either way.” Inside was a note to Melanie—a… Continue reading Thirteen Nickels and a Haunted Velvet Purse
Sometimes a letter isn’t meant to be answered. Sometimes it’s just meant to be found. To interrupt the moment someone looks up and doesn’t recognize themselves. To remind them they’re still here. Still seen. Maybe someone will pick it up. Maybe no one will. But just in case she’s still out there I want her… Continue reading You Are Not As Invisible As You Feel
I don’t remember joining the Order, but the velvet shadows do. The trees remember. (Do you?) This is Letter #9 of Filed and Left Behind, left near a coffee station for someone who might need instructions they didn’t know they were waiting for. The message is simple: Don’t speak. Touch moss. Avoid corn. The deer… Continue reading You’ve Been Selected for Antler Dreams
Look… I’m not saying this letter will get you banned from a park, but I am saying the ducks are keeping score. I tucked this one deep inside a basket at a store because honestly, where else do you confess unresolved poultry tensions and crimes of bread distribution? Some people drop notes to their exes.… Continue reading Duck Grudges & Public Basket Shenanigans
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