Letters To The Lost Novels & Stories

I hope you haven’t forgotten about me already. Your best friend forever, (Despite the long distance) Ian. I could feel the tears start to stream down my face, falling over the letters in the box. I continued anyway, needing to read every letter, even if I became dehydrated from all the crying. Dearest Red, I'm writing this letter with a heavy heart. I feel like I've lost my best friend, and I don't know what to do.

I replayed every memory until they hurt so bad I couldn't breathe. I tried one more time to reach her. I wrote a long letter, poured everything into it, and drove it to their house at night. I left it in the mailbox. Two days later it came back in an envelope with "Return to Sender" written in Jimmy’s handwriting, and nothing from Tessie. Where was she?

I call out to Alice several times only to be met with no answer, where had she gone now? I search the house and then head to my office to find her spinning in my office chair “I want to go up there” I shake my head “It is not safe right now Alice” “But Daddy you promised” She was never going to accept this answer. One of the guards voices came through the walkie talkie strapped to my belt “Sir, we have lost them” “What do you mean?” I snap back through the walkie “They are heading towards the packs land” Why would Marcus return the girl, it just didn’t make sense

* Three days later, Kaya called a private gathering in the east wing of the Listening House. No press. No formal announcement. She placed the letters in a glass case, one layered over the other like fallen leaves. Above them, a plaque: The Unsent Letters Messages never delivered. Stories never heard. But no longer lost. Next to it, she posted a handwritten invitation: If you carry a truth too sharp to speak, write it. Fold it. Leave it here. We will not deliver it. But we will not let it vanish. Within weeks, dozens of new letters arrived.

"Dear, Josh, Hopefully, everything is well on your side wherever you are right now. Funny, but I was supposed to promise myself that I should not write you a letter anymore. But it seems that your imaginary image was my only hope right now. After a few days of searching for you, believing in destiny's existence, it was not just me who gave up, but everyone around me. Mum gave up on me. Jasper, my best friend, has also given up already. But I was hoping you will still hear me out as I badly needed someone to hear me out.

She had no idea that the joke was the truth. . Steve hasn't gotten any information about the lost blood. He was more worried that Elon would find her first. One of his men walked in. Steve was happy for some seconds that he has come with good news. "What is it? Talk to me, have you found her?" He asked. "There are so many girls in the city. There's no way we can notice her" he said. "Darn it! F*ck! Steve groaned and angrily kicked into air. "I'll find her myself. I just don't know what characteristics she has. We need to find the key" he said.

When you find your real parents, love them just like how you loved us because they were not given a chance to take care of you, they are longing for you. You are stronger than what you are, we do not know what challenges await you. But, we are sure. As your mom and dad, you can surpass all of it. Always remember to be kind. You are the epitome of elegance and kindness, no one can remove that from you. We love you always, thank you for the short time that we had you in our lives. Til we see each other again, Mom and Dad. That was the letter. It broke me into pieces because after all this time, they were not my real parents.

Grimacing, Jayden got up from his bed. "Ahh, it's noon then." Jayden looked at the clock on the wall, it was ten in the morning. Thirst made his throat hurt. Jayden walked into the kitchen, where several bottles of mineral water were stored. Jayden opened one and took a sip. Lost thirst, hunger again attacked him. Luckily, Jayden saw a note taped to the refrigerator door. "I already made breakfast. If it's cold, just heat it up. Sorry I didn't wake you up, I didn't want to disturb your sleep. I'll be back this afternoon. I hope you get better soon." Ivanka wrote a message for Jayden.

I read it. * My precious angels, Helion and Yuvonne. I don't know how this letter will greet you, but I have been sentenced to life. Yeah I know it doesn't sound nice, but what is out there for me again? I have lost my husband and I have given you people up for the country. There's nothing out there for me again. But I am seeing my times here as a second chance to amend my life. Take care of each other. I will always be with you. Xoxo.*

I know this is just a letter you’ll never see, but I need your approval. As I sat in front of the typewriter, I took a moment to reflect on the letter I had been writing. I stopped typing and read it through from beginning to end. It was a recount of my life story, and as I read, I felt a sense of sadness wash over me. Most of the content was quite gloomy and unfortunate, narrating the loss of my family and the struggles I faced in the years that followed.