My Penpal Novels & Stories

There was no way that man was calling me baby on NearU. Except the post said three hundred feet away. I opened our chat history and searched for clues. The most revealing thing he had ever sent was one cropped photo of his abs, which was useless unless I planned to ask every man in the building to lift his shirt. Then I found something useful. Last month, he had sent photos from a stationery store. Help me choose a pen, sweetheart. I need something that makes me look less like a sleep-deprived academic disaster. I had picked a matte black fountain pen with a silver clip.

Chapter Eight: The Not Happening List Lyric POV On my way out of Pizza n' Stuff, I turned on my phone so the messages could rush in using the restaurant WiFi. Employees only got to use it during breaks and after hours. I did not expect a lot of people to contact me since my circle was limited to Wren and J, but we don't talk anymore. I wondered how he was doing. J was my pen pal from back when I was living at a group home. We separated, and he gave me an email to contact him. It was his grandmother's, while I used my father's.

Suzie spoke, while Raiden and I nodded in agreement. Raiden and Lana took turns showing off their outfits, although Suzie had picked out a lot more clothes than Raiden had. While I did my best to show enthiasm, my mind was elsewhere. Every day for a week, I had been able to write about my feelings, and every day I had gotten a reply. Writing letters to my new penpal had made me stop writing my mom, which had filled me with a guilt I didn’t expect. Would she look down from the moon and feel disappointed? Or was she happy I was finally able to open up about that day to someone?

Adelynn stared at her retreating figure, a small smile tugging at her lips as nostalgia swept through her. ... Flashback... Spring had just arrived and the air smelt of sweetness and freshness. Adelynn sat on a bench in a park. She let out a sigh, a small smile curving her lips. Today, she was going to finally meet her pen pal, Leo. She could barely hold in her excitement and soon, her smile had widened to a full grin. Her golden brown hair was in a french braid and she was wearing a yellow sweatshirt, a pair of fitted white trousers and a pair of white sneakers. She peered at her wristwatch for the second time since she'd arrived at the park, hoping that Jensen wouldn't choose to call for h

My I*******m is @prof_israel 2021 My nickname is Prof Israel. Don't forget to drop your comments, most especially what you anticipate for the sequel. I drop my pen here. I AM NOTHING BUT A PENCIL IN THE HAND OF THE CREATOR. LOVE YOU ALL.

If you need to contact me, kindly search for my pen name on F*. Thanks.

He knew there were much worse and more accurate words, but he settled for that. “But, when your letters finally arrived and I could read all the things you were doing and all the loneliness you were facing in Italy... I didn't feel more alone. Having you as my penpal made me feel… Happy. In peace. How a child should feel, but I never had until then. It was as if there was someone in the world who could understand me. Someone who cared whether I was alive or dead and wanted to know what I had to say. This… Saved me.” He found himself smiling as he stared at her, thinking about how many times that lonely boy had dreamed of being able to say that to Millicent in

The ball point pen said to the pencil. “It's ok. As long as she's pweeedddyy” the pencil replied. “Seriously, Micah…” “I like her pretty hair” the pencil continued. “I like her pretty eyes” the pen replied. “And I like her pretty everything” Micah said in his normal voice. I blinked rapidly. I hadn't been expecting him to cut it out so suddenly. Neither had I been expecting him to say…all of that.