The letter was in my handwriting. I could tell that much. The return address was a strange string of seemingly random numbers and letters. As I read, I quickly became skeptical.

Dear Jacob, if you’re reading this it means something terrible has happened to my world. You are one of many receiving this letter but I cannot overstate the importance of secrecy. Do not share this information with anyo...

Every day, Rebecca stared into the mirror. She stared at it as she picked her skin; as she tried on outfits; as she did her makeup, all day, every day. She must look perfect on all occasions, no matter what. Even if she were rushing or anxious or depressed, she must look perfect. Her reflection did too. Or so she thought it did.

Sometimes, when she was grabbing something from her closet or removi...

No I am sure parralel world exist. I have received a letter from my other self. Well, I hope it is me, at least.

Now I know the hidden secrets that must remain closed to the outside world. I know where the portals are, I know the rules, I know who is above: I know everything.

I am selected to be the savior, the hero. And I will put my biggest effort for the sake of the humanity from both realit...

This letter is for you, but it was never meant to reach you. If you’re reading this, something has gone terribly wrong. It’s far too complex to explain. I need you to pay close attention to everything in your environment right now. Can you guess what items connect us? We’re not from the same world, but we are the same person. I have your face. Your body. Your eyes staring back at me from the mirr...

I shut the door to my car with approximately twenty five percent more force than usual. A scoff of air emerges from my body as I remember the way the pink man’s spittle gathered at both corners of his mouth as he uttered in frivolous corporate doublespeak. Due to public outrage, the broken nitro cold brew tap in the break room promises to be repaired by next week’s end. A man of the people.

Consi...

I sit down at the table, stack of mail in my hand. I sigh heavily, and begin to sort everything into two different piles. Junk mail to be put in the recycling, and bills to be paid. That’s all there ever is. If it were closer to the holidays, maybe the occasional Christmas card could be mixed in. Once in a blue moon a wedding invite will come through. But those are few and far between. Junk mail a...

I received a letter from myself from a parallel universe earlier today. I was only about twenty minutes out from leaving for work, so I figured I would just read it later. My curiousity got the best of me though. What if he is living much better than me, and I could easily change to become just like him. Hopefully not. Hopefully he’s doing much worse and I can follow the groove of my own habits re...

The letter came early in the morning, addressed to me. The letter was wrapped in a neat foil, not the usual envelope that was used nowadays. The sticker addressing it to me didn’t have any information of where it was sent from. I ripped apart the letter with my hands, still walking inside. It was a letter written on paper that was browning. It was a very thin sheet of paper that was almost crumpli...

When Jayla went to get my mail, she got a very odd letter. First of all, it’s address said, ‘from another world.’

“What does that even mean?” She said aloud, making several heads turn.

Jayla smiled shyly and just kept walking. She opened the letter, and it read:

Dear Jayla,

I understand you may be confused as to why this letter was sent to you. I’m from a world called, Lucien, and right...

The crisp envelope slid through my mail slot, an ordinary event that quickly morphed into the extraordinary. I held it in my hands, its surface marked with an unfamiliar but urgent handwriting. My name and address were scrawled across the front, accompanied by a curious little symbol I had never seen before—a spiral entwined with an arrow, almost as if it were spinning in both directions.

Curiosi...