30 Days Letter Challenge Novels & Stories

Help not make it any worse but also make it better after it was all said and done. It was part of the reason why I started my letter project. I found a service and spoke to the company, actually investing in them to help them expand. What it did was took handwritten letters and delivered them at a specific date in the future. To anyone that you wanted at any time. They made a special request which pushed past their usual 10 year limit. I had started writing letters and making sure I marked which letters would be delivered on what days while I was gone. It seemed silly but it allowed me to go into more detail, be less secretive, while hoping to help show my support for the ones I loved.

I open up the first one and let out a soft gasp when I see who wrote it; Hannah. Taylor looks at me curiously, but I just shake my head as I begin to read. At first, it looks like an ordinary love letter but I am a little confused when Hannah talks about how much she is going to miss Richard, making me wonder whether she is talking about her fake suicide but when I glance up and check the date on the letter my hands begin to shake. The letter was dated two weeks before Taylor left for his gap-year travels.

Lily replied right away. Taken aback by her honesty, Jenny responded with a smile, “Fine. Since you’re honest with me, I’ll also do the same. Even though I’d love to make this difficult for you, I’m not someone who would stoop so low. Give me three days, and I’ll get things done and inform you about the next challenge.” Lily nodded with satisfaction. “Then, what should I do for these three days?”

She leaves it to do what it wants. On the sleeping photograph: Same table. Same hold. You will know when you know. I put them in an envelope. I wrote the address. I put the letter in with the photographs. The letter was short. Three hundred and forty-one days is not a small number. It is an extraordinary number. Count every morning. The counting is paying attention and paying attention is the whole thing.

Annalise’s POV Three Days Later I sat behind my desk, absently scrolling through the World Designer's Forum on the tablet resting in my hands. A newly pinned announcement occupied the top of the page. [The second round of the Crown Collection Challenge will officially close in three days. All submitted designs are currently under review. The list of designers advancing to the third round will be announced after the evaluation process concludes.] My thumb stopped moving. Three days. The comment section was already exploding. “The first round eliminated over ten thousand participants. Out of the remaining 1,532 designers, how many do you think will survive this round?”

That hurt more than any argument could have. Because for the first time in my life, I wasn't sure he believed me. I barely slept that night. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw that notice. Thirty days. Thirty days. Thirty days. The number repeated itself like a curse. Around three in the morning, I gave up entirely and opened my laptop. If I couldn't sleep, I could work. At least work made me feel useful. I spent hours revising proposals, updating designs, sending emails, and applying for projects. Doing anything, everything.

Finally, I smiled as I looked at my phone and reopened the chat where that anonymous person had messaged me, finally writing: Let's see who breaks first. It was a challenge; I explicitly challenged whoever was willing to pull all their strings to make my life miserable.

he says sharply. “I was trying to help you,” I reply smoothly. “This will never work,” he snaps. “First an engagement, now we are getting married in thirty days?” “We just need act like it’s going to happen,” I counter. “For the meantime, I will be staying here because I might or might not have mentioned that we are very in love, so we do have to appear very in love.” His shoulders tense. He looks like he wants to either strangle me or maybe kiss me again.

I declined and kept everything in writing. His reply came in ninety seconds. Perfect. Everything in writing from here. No exceptions. I put my phone down. Picked up the governance charter. And started reading section thirteen. Because section twelve had bought us ninety days. And I intended to use every single one of them.

Jasper Eaton decides to ditch me at the altar just so he can meet up with Wendy Klein, his ex-girlfriend who abandoned him when he almost got crippled five years ago. All the guests are stunned, to say the least. I can only tug at Jasper's hem of his shirt while trying very hard to keep my expression intact. "Can you please stay with me now?" Mixed feelings cross his eyes, but he soon wrenches my hand off him, finger by finger. At the same time, he shakes his head. "I'm sorry, but I must go now. I need to ask Wendy why she was so heartless to me back then." Amid the crowd's shocked gasps and murmurs, Jasper leaves without even looking back. My dad, who has a bad heart, trembles violent