A World Without Email Novels & Stories

Emma sat at her desk, her laptop open; she was going through her mailbox. After checking, she opened her spam folder to empty it, and then she caught sight of an email without a subject, and the sender’s address was very strange. Her spam always contains several emails from marketers and people advertising or trying to sell one thing or another. This one is from an unknown sender, with no subject line, only an attachment. She rubbed her temple and hesitated. For a second, she considered whether to delete it or not, but something in her gut told her to open it. She clicked. Inside was a set of files, fragmented, incomplete, like pieces of a puzzle. She scrolled through them quickly. Her pulse

" It doesn't have a body but I can imagine its dumbfounded face when I asked a completely out of nowhere question. I wasted no time waiting for it's the answer "Silence means yes." Then, I look blankly on the white space and think about an image of a glass table and sofa. Before the system can even ask what I'm doing, those things suddenly appear midair in front of us. "How can you do that?" It whispered, sounds kinda helpless to me. 'Yup, just like the novel.' I thought and a seat comfortably before starts seriously asking some necessary questions. "Okay? How can I redeem my world from that? Saving the world? That sounds bad for me." How can I prevent a world from ending if I can't even sav

“But your email is slow.” “Why is my email slow?” Mercer asked. “Because you have 14,000 unread emails,” the IT guy said. “Sir. You are a grown man. With a security clearance. Clean your inbox.” Mercer crossed his arms. “Are you lecturing me?” “Yes,” the kid said. “Also, your girlfriend texted you. I saw the notification. ‘Don’t forget milk.’ You’re welcome.” Mercer grabbed his laptop. “I’m leaving.” “Glazed donut was good though,” the kid said. “Next time bring sprinkles. I’m unhinged.”

I flick into pages after pages of words and I stopped when I saw IMAGINARY MISSION: BUILD A NEW WORLD by yours truly, Sadie Ozoa (STILL IN WORKS) written at the very top of the page. Below are, what I assume, are details or information about this “planet.” The PLANET NAME section is blank, SHAPE OF PLANET is “Earth shape, but smaller (to avoid being known)”, WHAT WOULD IT BE LIKE has “Like Earth but more peaceful, more kind, more loving, fewer fights and judging, and so much worth living in.”, WHY THE NEW PLANET writes “For the least, lost, and last. For the weak and the outcast. For introverts. For every one that deserves better.”, Lastly, WHAT THE PLACE WOULD LOOK LIKE has a drawing of a p

“Now, don’t panic, but I didn’t pack my lab coat or scrubs.” She dramatically gasps, bringing her hand to her mouth. “Now I might forget who you are.” She slides her suitcase over by mine and looks outside for our ride. She checks the status of our fight, and when I look at my own phone for an update on the weather, I see I have four emails. Call me OCD, but I can’t stand when I have unread emails. I don’t understand how some people let their mailboxes fill up and have thousands and thousands of emails just sitting there.

He sat in front of his personal computer and refreshed his email, ngunit wala pa ring nag-pop na email galing sa investigator. Did it perhaps, got lost? It's impossible. Walang rason para ma-mali ng send ang sender because he texted his email to him directly. Nang ilang minuto ay wala paring dumating ay naubos na ang pasensya niya. Tinawagan niya uli ang investigator.

They possessed a clear understanding of their capabilities and would never mindlessly undertake a task solely for recognition. Liam spoke softly, "Do your best." After receiving an affirmative response on the other end of the phone, he ended the call. 'Not only has the online information disappeared, but the contents of my email have also vanished,' Liam thought, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. 'I suppose there are plenty of skilled individuals out there.'

A few days later, I wake up from my second nap of the day suddenly overwhelmed by the realisation that I haven't checked my email since the accident. I must have hundreds of emails just sitting there waiting to be read. Why would I? I'm one of those people that only has their emails sent to their computer just because I couldn't be fucked setting it up on my phone and I used to be on my laptop everyday anyway so I didn't see the point in connecting it to my phone. But now I realise that I've missed a whole lot of stuff and it's starting to make me anxious.

She whispered, a bit uncomfortable that somebody might quell us likewise. "But why now?" "I don't know. Perhaps the world's web was pruned off because of this apocalypse." I bobbed my head for a nod. I didn't mull over the queries in my head 'cause I'm pleased with her response. Making a fuss about it doesn't seem to fit these circumstances. After all, her replies made sense. However, people retained their gasps and murmurs when the news is in haste to provide details about this shit. "The extensive ultimate destruction of the world has now come."

Chapter 2: Something's Off With the Air The world hadn't ended. Not in the way people expected. No fire raining from the sky. No angels blowing trumpets. No blood oceans or horsemen galloping down the freeway. Just the same morning gridlock on Eastridge Avenue, the same white noise of espresso machines screaming in corner cafes, the same looped synth - pop playlist that every shop owner swore was different. Spoiler: it wasn't. People still scrolled through headlines like they were swiping through a dating app — war, floods, heatwaves, disappearances, whatever. Blink. Gone. Refresh. Next.