Moving On Letter Novels & Stories

"Maybe another time, when you're feeling more... coherent." Len shook his head stubbornly. "No... I need to..." Len tried hard to push the call button once more. This time, the call went through, and he held the phone to his ear anxiously. After a few rings, a voice answered on the other end. "Hello?" Len hesitated, the alcohol fogging his thoughts momentarily. "Hey... it's me." There was a pause, then a response. "Hello, Mommy is in the bathroom. Can you call her back?"

My girlfriend had spent three years chasing the one who got away. The night before our wedding, the two of them trashed her bride's dress together. I wanted to call it off. She just laughed it off. "I only wanted to make sure I wouldn't regret my youth. From now on I'm all yours, so can't you be a little generous about it?" So I turned around and prepared a grand gift for them instead, wishing them a lifetime of happiness. Later, she came back crying, begging me to forgive her. I held up my hand and let my wedding ring catch the light. "Sorry. I'm married."

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The spell book which last seen was in Maria's hands. Sight instantly flashes across the room and over to the wall where a little board was hammered to the wall. It was a speaking board, marked with the letters of the alphabet and numbers from zero to nine. Perhaps if not anything, an Ouija! The triangular moving board slowly started going across letters, with its speed increasing after each letter, thus after all, the words came down to..

Mine, however, is. When you get this letter, it will probably be almost Thanksgiving, so, Happy Thanksgiving. Wait, do you celebrate Thanksgiving? I’m sorry if you don’t. If you do, well then, uh… Happy Thanksgiving! Your Friend, Wesley Stone ********** HAVEN POV I folded up the letter from Wesley, stuck it back into the envelope, and placed it into my dance bag. Then I carefully organized the purple floral stationery paper Mom helped me pick out, and put my reply letter into one of the coordinating envelopes.

Nothing should be creating distinct marks like that. Then— A third line appeared. It completed a shape. A letter. A. The breath left his lungs. He stepped back instinctively, nearly slipping against the tile. The water continued to run. The steam thickened. The letter A remained clear against the fogged mirror. And then— Slowly— Another letter began forming beside it. As though an invisible hand were dragging across the glass. L Alec’s chest tightened. “No,” he whispered. His voice was barely audible over the shower.

Not dangerous. Waiting. Ama read the next line. And everything changed. The problem is that this letter was never supposed to arrive. Silence. Absolute silence. The city noises outside seemed to vanish. The air itself appeared to pause. Ama reread the sentence. Once. Twice. Three times. The words didn't change. They remained exactly the same. This letter was never supposed to arrive. Her pulse quickened. The letter continued. If it reached you anyway, then someone opened a door that should have remained closed.

Mom insisted on coming with me, but I didn't allow her to do so. The scenery outside the window gradually shifted from town to city, as low buildings gave way to towering skyscrapers. Just then, my phone vibrated. "IStillWantToRunAwayFromEnglorianToday" had sent me a message. "I finished memorizing the alphabet, Sarah! It took me four days! Should I start studying vocabulary now?" I smiled and replied, "You should write the alphabet 100 times after you're done memorizing it. Write it out on a piece of paper. Don't type it with a keyboard."

*First Person's Perspective* ~Enise~ When I got back to the mansion, I acted quickly. I looked around to make sure no one saw me. With steady hands, I slipped the letter into the mailbox, ensuring that it was fast and slick. My heart pounded with anticipation, a mix of nerves and satisfaction coursing through me. The plan was moving forward, and that meant I was one step closer to my goal.

Orlando and I had been together for ten years. I'd looked after his sick mom, sweating out a fever of my own, and where was he? Knocking back drinks with Rosalind, playing therapist to her broken heart. I swallowed my pride at work, getting chewed out by my boss, while he spent the night companying Rosalind because she had cramps. Then, when I got the news my mom had passed, I tried calling him, desperate for support. But nope—phone off. After a wild goose chase, turns out he was at Rosalind's graduation. That was it. I gave up. But Orlando wouldn't let go. Red-eyed, he begged me for just one more chance.