How much time is forever? How much time goes by till the minutes and the hours feel like ages? For me forever is 364 days. 364

days. Three hundred sixty four days. 364 days since you've gone. Every single day has been agony, a slow seeping feeling of drowsiness overcoming all that I am and all that I feel. A deep drowning feeling that suffocates all the air out of my lungs till I'm hyperventilatin...

"I have never been more excited to visit a post office."

Lana raised an eyebrow. "You know, I could do without the attitude."

Austin rolled his eyes. "Let's just get this over with."

The two shuffled into the tiny office, stepping in line behind an elderly man. The employee was busy, trying to explain something to him, but he seemed to be having a hard time hearing her, let alone understanding ...

I have never been more excited to visit a post office before! Today was the day I’d get the letter, though. It had to be today. It had been three weeks since I’d sent my letter, and this was the longest I’d waited for an answer. Was something wrong across the pond? No, today I’d get a letter—

“James, wait up!” My younger sister, Nora, yelled from behind me.

I hit the brakes on my red bike as sh...

“I have never been more excited to visit a post office,” Rowan sighed, drumming his fingers on the bus window. “In fact, I have never been less excited to visit a post office.”

“Because you’ve never visited a post office.”

“Exactly. Say, when did Casey get this smart?”

Casey laughed, leaning over the back of Rowan’s seat and swatting at him. “Bastard.”

“Look, my parents were married—“

“They’r...

“I have never been more excited to visit a post office.” Is not something you hear often. But, here they are, standing, staring, at the front of a post office,(bikes thrown carelessly to the side) which could be their one way ticket back to the real world. A portal-gate-thingy, in all it’s orange glory, was open. Six months, six, of running around, surviving the hellhole known as the upsid...

I have never been more excited to visit a post office, except when I was actually receiving mail. Instead, I was there to drop off the last of Carter’s belongings, shipping them across country to his family. As I stood in line waiting for the next attendant, a pamphlet caught my eye from across the room. In a bold yellow font, the title of it read “LOST YOUR PACKAGE? WE’RE HERE TO HELP.” Although ...

Coral had agonized over this decision for months. Actually, that wasn’t true. She had been agonizing over it for years, the majority of her adult life, ever since she knew it was a choice she would eventually be forced to make. College.

Now, of course, that in and of itself is not an Earth shattering revelation. Most high school seniors have to make such a choice at this point in their life - if...

Alessio scuffed his feet along the ground.

His father, Carlo, had taken him up the mountain. For an hour, they had hiked over craggy ledges, ducked beneath low branches and almost tripped over every rock.

“Bring your son to work day,” his father had said, and now, Alessio couldn't think of anything worse.

“You’ll ruin your shoes,” his father scolded from in front, but when he turned, he smiled...

“Hey, you know how my parents have a Post box?”

Shannon, my best friend sat in front of me idly picking at her fingers.

“Hm.” I spared her a glance, relinquishing the death grip that a video of a dog singing to ‘Abba’ held on my eyes.

“Annika I need you to actually listen dude,” the girl had died her hair blue last fall, and a few faded strands fell to the table as she ran her fingers through ...

I have never been more excited to visit a post office.

What visits were usually bland and in sweatpants, now make me have butterflies in my stomach and trying to find outfits that match my 'oh so fun' personality.

She works Tuesdays, and usually has her hair up in a ponytail.

Ever since that Friday I saw her, I was hooked. I have never posted more on eBay to have an excuse to go and ship things....