Message In A Bottle Novels & Stories

The message contained only one sentence: "The person who ruined your life is closer than you think."

And in that space was a small dark cylinder — a message case, the kind used by courier birds, the miniature sealed tubes that attached to a bird's leg and traveled wherever the bird was trained to go. Empty. She had already sent something. I put it back exactly as I had found it. Replaced the stone with the same careful pressure. Stood up and returned to the desk and sat down and stared at the wall and thought about how many times in twelve days Senna had been alone in this room. How many times I had said things in this room that I had believed were private. How many message cases had traveled in that cylinder to wherever they were going. I pressed my hands flat on the desk and breathed.

But this time, there was a small message embedded in the code. Guess you’ve figured who I am by now. Did you like the rose?

Time to find a scapegoat. I sent for my personal soldier and gave him the little bottle. " Do you know what is in there?" I pointed at the bottle in his hands. " No Sire." He shook his head. " And you don't need to know." I stroked my lips slowly " That bottle is extremely tiny and fragile. It's the most dangerous thing in the world… not really. But the fun fact about that little glass in your hands, is that it holds just one drop of the liquid.

At the bottom of the picture, there was a text message that read: "Surprise, bitch! xoxo."

“This is my message in a bottle. I've been stranded on an island of money, and I didn't even realize it.” I took the bottle in my shaking hands. It was the shape of a small bottle of wine and made of clear glass with a cork stopper. There was sand and a rolled up piece of paper resting inside of it. “Will you read it?” he asked quietly. His voice held hope and desperation. I looked up from the delicate glass to see his face. Moonlight shone in his eyes, fear and concern sparkling in their depths.

An unknown number. One message. UNKNOWN NUMBER: You just made it worse.

Undeliverable message. “Fuck!”

My finger hovered over the send button, unable to press it. Just then, a new message appeared in the chat: "Come to the pack house."