Tag: Writing

#LettersFromaFuture #88

Dear Raquel,

Don’t think I forgot about that day, when we stood under the old oak tree by the schoolyard. When you told me that you’d love me forever and ever. I always remembered.

Love you too,

Your kindergarten boyfriend

*****

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 this blog (mostly) every Tuesday.

#LettersFromaFuture #87

Dear Emma,

Just because you’re on vacation, doesn’t mean these letters won’t stop coming. Share them out as you get them, even if they are delayed!

-The Postmaster

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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 this blog (mostly) every Tuesday.

#LettersFromaFuture #84

Dear Adrianna,

I think it’s so great that you’re developing organic makeup made from plants native to your area. I don’t want to downplay that–it’s really great. Maybe just take some extra time to research the native plants in your area before you launch your product line though. Your green eye shadow is *made from POISON OAK*!!!

-A very itchy customer

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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 this blog every Tuesday.

#LettersFromaFuture #80

Dear Kirk,

You thought it was Tuesday. You could have sworn it was Tuesday. You were wrong. And you will pay. Beg for forgiveness.

-Friday Kirk

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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 this blog every Tuesday.

#LettersFromaFuture #78

Dear Diane,

If you really want to run the International Rocket Ship Conference, you should. Just know, I am going to hack the event and it’s going to be a disaster. I’m not sorry I did it, but sorry you got caught up in it. You seem nice.

-An Anti-Combustion Activist

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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 this blog every Tuesday.

#LettersFromaFuture #76

Dear Pinky,

Just wear your dang helmet! The asteroids don’t care how cute your hair looks!

The Bureau of Asteroid Victims

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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 this blog every Tuesday.

#LettersFromaFuture #75

Dear Issac,

Your father will pass away in approximately four years of natural causes. Make of that what you will.

I’m very sorry for our loss,

Future 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 this blog every Tuesday.

#LettersFromaFuture #74

Dear Mikayla,

Invite Justine to your sweet sixteen party. In fifty years, she’s going to decide who she’s going to give a “friends and family” discount on jetpacks, and trust me, you want in on that deal.

Thanks!

Sweet-66-year-old you

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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 this blog every Tuesday.

#LettersFromaFuture #73

Dear Reverend Stephens,

I know you think that lab-grown organs are a sin. But please just don’t preach about it in your sermon tomorrow. You can do it any other day–just not on the day where my mom has to sign off on my surgery.

Please,

Harry Monroe

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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 this blog every Tuesday.

#LettersFromaFuture #72

Dear Calpernia,

I know that being a Standards Enforcer for the public sector sounds daunting. I mean, looking at the posts people flag as inappropriate *all day long*? It’s hard enough in the private sector, and it’s a whole new ball game now that things are centrally controlled by the government. Two words why you should do it though — government pension.

Sincerely,

You, a cashier at age 94

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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 this blog every Tuesday.

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