My Penpal Novels & Stories

Just insert my penname on here in place of firstname and lastname. I want to thank you for being the amazing people that you are! See you amongst the turning pages, Shana Allen

We grew up as pen pals, writing letters to each other every week without fail. Nicole and I reunited years later when we moved back to the United States years after my parents had died. We were about 18 then. We went to the same high school and back then, I was too much of the shy type. It was Nicole who had made the first move to turn our friendship into a romantic relationship and she too, was also very shy.

“Lorenzo... Rom—” Before I can finish, a small voice pipes up from behind me. “That’s me.” I turn and find a boy standing by the hallway, holding a sketchpad. His dark brown eyes study me curiously, his hair tousled like he’s just woken up from a nap. He’s probably around six or seven. I smile gently. “Hi, Bryan. I’m Penelope.” He shuffles closer, still clutching his sketchpad. “Are you the girl who makes pretty necklaces?”

Hilbert is also out of the option dahil we agreed to stop writing letters for a while now. I don’t have a pen pal here. Ah. As if a light bulb flash inside my head. Ah… how could I forgot someone very annoying, free-spirited, and chismoso? I could only guess someone feeling close to me, my one and only friend. Kaiden Lopez. “Who did it came from?” I asked kahit alam ko na ang sagot. I bet my ears it would be Kaiden. “It’s from someone named Kaiden Lopez, milady.” Rita answered the same name that I guess.

Rose Kinson breathed a sigh of relief, walked a few minutes slower, picked up the plate, and held it in her arms. When she returned to the room, her face was filled with a smile. "How do you hold the tablet with silly music?" joked Jessie Kinson with a smile, "Is there a favorite boy hidden in there?" "Auntie!" Rose Kinson sat down with a flat plate. As the slender fingers came to the screen and saw the unread mail displayed, the smile around the corners of her mouth deepened, "I'm a pen pal, we've known each other for more than two years, and I'm young but talented."

-Aline- ~ ✿ ~ ✿ ~ ✿ ~ The last time I wrote a letter by hand was in middle school while practicing friendly letter format. We had pen pals from a school in Shanghai, San Francisco's sister city. How different those letters about the latest pop stars and dance moves are from the one I wrote to Jian last night. I can recall every tortured phrase and every nervous thought that occurred to me as I penned my first handwritten letter in over a decade... Hey, EnviroGuy!