If there’s one thing I miss about our past, it’s having friends. Here in 212X, it’s nearly impossible to have a normal conversation with people—everyone depends on screens or artificial intelligence to communicate. I remember 100 years ago, we could just text each other, and within minutes, we’d meet up at the outdoor cafe to catch up face-to-face.

In the future, everything is digital, and people...

Author’s note: I took this prompt in a slightly different direction. Instead of the letter being written from the perspective of someone already living 100 years in the future, I wrote it from the perspective of someone who is about to go into cryogenic sleep for 100 years writing to her best friend. Since I changed the prompt around, I focused on different narrative elements than the ones suggest...

Yes, injured Woman! rise, assert thy right!

Woman! too long degraded, scorned, oppressed;

O born to rule in partial Law’s despite,                      

Resume thy native empire o’er the breast!

Go forth arrayed in panoply divine;

That angel pureness which admits no stain;

Go, bid proud Man his boasted rule resign,

And kiss the golden scepter of thy reign.

Go, gird thyself with grace; collect ...

*Dear Celestine,

I hopped on the hoverbus a few minutes after I sent this. I know everyone calls me old-fashioned for using paper and ink, so last century. But, hey, I think it’s a lovely way to spend your time. I quite enjoy the novelty of it. This letter might arrive mere seconds after the bus departs, or it might arrive after I’ve already left.

I can’t express how excited I am for your sister...

Dan, when you reading my missge it is sines 100 year s

That means you're in the future and there is ISO years betoin so just i wannayou to in prove you're self and keep moving in this life

Thank you so me he...

Hey past me,

I’m sitting in our tree. The one I grew up in. It might be the only thing left of us. Everything has changed. From the streets to the houses. From the tv’s to the police stations. I miss the feeling of walking in the rain, carefree and peaceful. I miss talking to people. All of them are gone. It’s quite lonely.

Enjoy everything around you. The smell of the flowers, the feel of th...

I don’t know how that start this.but I couldn’t find a better way to express myself more than writing a letter to do that;especially when you’re a person who lives 100 years more from you,I haven’t lost you in my heart and my soul

My mind sometimes wants to forget you,but my would fight back like a huger soldier and my soul scares me if I think about that even for a blink of an eye.i wish you wer...

Practice and consistency

The bedrock to success

And also the place of failure

Some practice before the tests

And some practice with the tests

Either way success can’t be attained without practice

You don’t just start to fly

You learn to fly

Failure to practice is all fantasy

Set your goals

And more importantly

Arrange your practice consistently

What makes you and keep you in success

Is...

Dear Hasan

I am writing you this letter not with my hand but with my eyes. As I am looking down to the paper, the words are appearing by my smart pen. Although I could have just think and my cellphone would have transferred my thoughts into a letter, but I am old fashioned. I always preferred the sound of sketching and the smell of pen and fresh paper. At the same time I am lazy to write it mysel...

Every day we live and lead a different life

Somedays I give up on the true meaning of life it’s not to battle or fight

It’s new ways of doing things that are far flexed from life that why days settle and a become night then the blazing sun makes me feel like it’s a different world the last night i get up not tired but exhausted from my sleep and minding who’s minding me...