Printable Letter From Elf On The Shelf Novels & Stories

And a rainbow right after the rain. So, I couldn't help but smile as well like the emotions being expressed in the letter. It was full of excitement and courage. Below the letter was a name printed and signed on it. And it says, "Nathalie Fisher." End of the letter. I haven't heard such a name on the island but it was a nice name for a female. Not to mention the paper she used to write the letter was perfumed. Now, I started to imagine how does Nathalie Fisher look like.

"Years passed by, and she grew up to be a beautiful woman, just like our mother. A few weeks after her twenty-third birthday, she came home with King Father and said she would be leaving with him. I was shocked to hear this. But King Father had assured me that he was going to make her immortal. This made me even more confused. I had no idea how she got to know King Father. And what I don't understand was why would King Father only make her immortal? What about me? What about my family?" "And that was the last time you've heard from her?" "No, I usually receive a letter from her. She writes about how happy she is with her immortality." "A letter? How?" asked Sean in bewilderment. "FedEx or a

"Something for us?" I extended the letter, my eyes steady. "From the Alpha."

I wasn’t about to let them bump me down to Freshman year. Ugh. Just the name sounds tragic. “Let’s head to class,” Lulu said, slamming her locker shut. “I’ll fill you in later, promise.” I nodded and turned back to mine, shoving my books in…when something slid out and hit the floor. A letter. Pink. I frowned. Bent and picked it up. The envelope was thick, satin-textured. A whiff of something sweet…vanilla? No. Caramel? From your well-wisher,

"Yes sir?" “Deliver this letter to Lillian….” The elf scratched his head. "Lillian?" Wiggy sighed in frustration. "Miss Lilly!" The Elf's face immediately lit up. That was the expression the Elves always had whenever Lillian's name was mentioned. “Miss Lilly! All right, sir, don't worry. I will carry out this task quickly and swiftly. I'll go straight home, don't chat with me just Mrs. Lilly, or listening to Mrs. Lilly's tales, or eating Mrs. Lilly's super delicious eclairs, or ..."

Some secrets are for later. I sit at the table and look out the window. I think about school tomorrow, about recess, about Bella skipping along the playground, laughing. I wonder if she’ll like the letter. I hope she does. I chew on the end of my pencil and tap it lightly against the table. Zeus twitches. He’s approving. Later, I peek into my backpack. The letter is still there, folded neatly, safe. I close my eyes for a second and imagine handing it to her. I don’t picture what she’ll say. I just imagine the moment, the small importance of giving her something that came from me.

It was not harmless to me. At dinner, Emma read the letter out loud and announced that she would be singing the second verse of a song about colors. Eli said he was in charge of a poster that showed all the people who help at school. He pointed to the little stick figure with brown hair and said, “That is Mommy, because she helps with the library cart sometimes.” He drew Josh as a doctor with a stethoscope that looked like a lasso. There was no space left on the poster for anything else.

We will draw it from all the way in. He folded the letter. He thought about it from all the way in — the five-year-old's definition, the phrase that had entered the vocabulary in March. He thought about using it in the letter to Ellie. He thought about the chain from the five-year-old's corner to the library notes to Ellie's commission letter — the vocabulary moving through the practice, the words given and received and given forward.

She nodded, satisfied, and returned to her letter to the concept of Santa. After the children were in bed, the three of us sat at the kitchen table amid the evidence of the letter-writing session, stray pieces of paper and a glitter pen that Eli had borrowed from Hope and used, briefly, to add what he described as decorative elements to his letter before deciding the decorative elements were distracting from the content and removing them. "She's nine," Killian said, into the comfortable quiet, which was becoming something of a refrain. "She's been nine for two months," Kade said. "She was like this at eight. I suspect she was like this at seven. I think this is simply who she is."

Elroy said and I smiled at him. " What's this?" Freddie said as he nudged his glasses and pulled out an envelope from under Kyle's bed. " Let me see that?" My mom said snatching the envelope from his hands. " It's a letter and it says from Kyle to the love of my... life - Sharlynn." She said and my heart lurched but I didn't show it. " It must be really old or whatever, you should probably just throw it away or something" I said and started to leave.