You’re only 20 now, which means you still have 15 years to prepare for the apocalypse. You know how to hold a gun, but you’ll find holding a scalpel will be way more useful. Maybe then you could save my mom.
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!