#LettersFromaFuture #31

Dear Lupe,

Don’t worry too much about that spelling bee. Ignore my last letter. It will all work out in the end. Enjoy being a child.

Love, the happy Dr. Lupe

*****

PO Box 159 at the Brooksdale Post Office is a bit unusual. Every week, it receives letters from many different people from many different times in the future. Many times, the letters are well-wishes and advice from the loved ones of people of our time. Other times, there are dire warnings.

No one seems to know how or why these letters started coming to PO Box 159. They simply appear. The future these letters describe seems to be in constant flux; one day the year 2098 sounds like a dystopian hellscape, the next day a letter will appear describing a garden of Eden.

Emma Reilly, the owner of PO Box 159, shares the letters she receives through my Twitter account every Tuesday morning. Check out @meg_a_mars or #LettersFromaFuture for more letters.

#LettersFromaFuture #30

Dear Lupe,

Thesaurus is spelled T-H-E-S-A-U-R-U-S. Remember that for the spelling bee. You don’t know it now, but that bee and the scholarship money for the winner will be your only chance for college.

-Adult minimum-wage earning you

*****

PO Box 159 at the Brooksdale Post Office is a bit unusual. Every week, it receives letters from many different people from many different times in the future. Many times, the letters are well-wishes and advice from the loved ones of people of our time. Other times, there are dire warnings.

No one seems to know how or why these letters started coming to PO Box 159. They simply appear. The future these letters describe seems to be in constant flux; one day the year 2098 sounds like a dystopian hellscape, the next day a letter will appear describing a garden of Eden.

Emma Reilly, the owner of PO Box 159, shares the letters she receives through my Twitter account every Tuesday morning. Check out @meg_a_mars or #LettersFromaFuture for more letters.

#LettersFromaFuture #29

Dear Current Postmaster,

Please make sure no inter-dimensional spam letters reach their intended recipient. You’re allowed to read through time-traveling mail to ensure that the fabric of reality isn’t severed because of a boiler room marketing operation.

Best, the Postmaster in the Future

*****

PO Box 159 at the Brooksdale Post Office is a bit unusual. Every week, it receives letters from many different people from many different times in the future. Many times, the letters are well-wishes and advice from the loved ones of people of our time. Other times, there are dire warnings.

No one seems to know how or why these letters started coming to PO Box 159. They simply appear. The future these letters describe seems to be in constant flux; one day the year 2098 sounds like a dystopian hellscape, the next day a letter will appear describing a garden of Eden.

Emma Reilly, the owner of PO Box 159, shares the letters she receives through my Twitter account every Tuesday morning. Check out @meg_a_mars or #LettersFromaFuture for more letters.

#LettersFromaFuture #28

Dear Luna,

Go to http://www.iwantatelevision.com right now. Don’t question why. The consequences will reveal themselves in time.

-A friend

*****

PO Box 159 at the Brooksdale Post Office is a bit unusual. Every week, it receives letters from many different people from many different times in the future. Many times, the letters are well-wishes and advice from the loved ones of people of our time. Other times, there are dire warnings.

No one seems to know how or why these letters started coming to PO Box 159. They simply appear. The future these letters describe seems to be in constant flux; one day the year 2098 sounds like a dystopian hellscape, the next day a letter will appear describing a garden of Eden.

Emma Reilly, the owner of PO Box 159, shares the letters she receives through my Twitter account every Tuesday morning. Check out @meg_a_mars or #LettersFromaFuture for more letters.

#LettersFromaFuture #27

Dear Army of Teen Edge Lords (and Edge Ladies),

Congratulations, you got what you always wanted. There is no more government. No one to pay taxes to, or have elections for, or who will maintain the roads, or who will keep the electricity running. Are you happy now?

-Your starving, freezing descendants

*****

PO Box 159 at the Brooksdale Post Office is a bit unusual. Every week, it receives letters from many different people from many different times in the future. Many times, the letters are well-wishes and advice from the loved ones of people of our time. Other times, there are dire warnings.

No one seems to know how or why these letters started coming to PO Box 159. They simply appear. The future these letters describe seems to be in constant flux; one day the year 2098 sounds like a dystopian hellscape, the next day a letter will appear describing a garden of Eden.

Emma Reilly, the owner of PO Box 159, shares the letters she receives through my Twitter account every Tuesday morning. Check out @meg_a_mars or #LettersFromaFuture and stay tuned for news about the upcoming ebook!

#LettersFromaFuture #26

Dear Louise,

Let me down easy when you decide to leave. Don’t just ghost me. Please take the time to explain why.

Love you forever, Patrick

*****

PO Box 159 at the Brooksdale Post Office is a bit unusual. Every week, it receives letters from many different people from many different times in the future. Many times, the letters are well-wishes and advice from the loved ones of people of our time. Other times, there are dire warnings.

No one seems to know how or why these letters started coming to PO Box 159. They simply appear. The future these letters describe seems to be in constant flux; one day the year 2098 sounds like a dystopian hellscape, the next day a letter will appear describing a garden of Eden.

Emma Reilly, the owner of PO Box 159, shares the letters she receives through my Twitter account every Tuesday morning. Check out @meg_a_mars or #LettersFromaFuture and stay tuned for news about the upcoming ebook!

#LettersFromaFuture #25

Dear May,

If something feels wrong, trust your gut and say so. You’ll solve a whole lot of problems down the road by saying something now.

Love, Your Divorce Lawyer

*****

PO Box 159 at the Brooksdale Post Office is a bit unusual. Every week, it receives letters from many different people from many different times in the future. Many times, the letters are well-wishes and advice from the loved ones of people of our time. Other times, there are dire warnings.

No one seems to know how or why these letters started coming to PO Box 159. They simply appear. The future these letters describe seems to be in constant flux; one day the year 2098 sounds like a dystopian hellscape, the next day a letter will appear describing a garden of Eden.

Emma Reilly, the owner of PO Box 159, shares the letters she receives through my Twitter account every Tuesday morning. Check out @meg_a_mars or #LettersFromaFuture and stay tuned for news about the upcoming ebook!

#LettersFromaFuture #24

Dear Mr. Manginelli,

When building the Harborside Senior Living Community, leave more room for expansion. Applications are flooding in and we also want to build a new recreation center.

Best, Helen

*****

PO Box 159 at the Brooksdale Post Office is a bit unusual. Every week, it receives letters from many different people from many different times in the future. Many times, the letters are well-wishes and advice from the loved ones of people of our time. Other times, there are dire warnings.

No one seems to know how or why these letters started coming to PO Box 159. They simply appear. The future these letters describe seems to be in constant flux; one day the year 2098 sounds like a dystopian hellscape, the next day a letter will appear describing a garden of Eden.

Emma Reilly, the owner of PO Box 159, shares the letters she receives through my Twitter account every Tuesday morning. Check out @meg_a_mars or #LettersFromaFuture and stay tuned for news about the upcoming ebook!

#LettersFromaFuture #23

Dear Mom and Dad,

I know you hand-coded me with CRISPR to make the child that you dreamed of. But please, code me as a girl. That might not be the child of your dreams, but it’s who I’m supposed to be.

Your child,

Dana

*****

PO Box 159 at the Brooksdale Post Office is a bit unusual. Every week, it receives letters from many different people from many different times in the future. Many times, the letters are well-wishes and advice from the loved ones of people of our time. Other times, there are dire warnings.

No one seems to know how or why these letters started coming to PO Box 159. They simply appear. The future these letters describe seems to be in constant flux; one day the year 2098 sounds like a dystopian hellscape, the next day a letter will appear describing a garden of Eden.

Emma Reilly, the owner of PO Box 159, shares the letters she receives through my Twitter account every Tuesday morning. Check out @meg_a_mars or #LettersFromaFuture and stay tuned for news about the upcoming ebook!

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