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...

One evening, I was sorting through my mail when I noticed an odd-looking envelope buried between bills and flyers. Its paper was slightly yellowed, and the edges looked frayed, as though it had traveled a great distance—not just through space, but time. The return address was impossible: **“Yourself, Elsewhere”**.

My curiosity piqued, I tore it open.

Inside was a single sheet of paper, written i...

The only way to describe Charlie Parker was a nerd. Her bedroom was simply a cozy matress surrounded by book shelves. She had a 109.98% in her language arts class, and her lowest grade on her report card was a 98%, but only because she was sick for two weeks and missed an entire project, start and end, in that time. She had sobbed about it for a whole day.

Another strange or possibly nerdy thing...

As I read the letter addressed to me, from me, I was trying to wrack my memory for when I wrote it. A dear future me letter wasn’t out of the question as I had contemplated it multiple times. I just couldn’t remember ever coming around to writing one, let alone sending it.

I couldn’t deny it was my handwriting, that much I recognised, but it was the words written in that font that I was having a...

I’d probably either think this “important letter” is too much work or a hoax.

Because it is a letter and not just an email or text, I’d probably read the message. However, if saving the world required me to buy stamps at a post office and send a letter in return, you could count me out.

The only way I could convince myself it was really me is if I yanked myself into a fitting room at a Walmart ...

*Dear Parallel Self,*

*I hope this letter finds you well. I am writing to you from a parallel world where danger looms around every corner. Our world is at the brink of destruction, and I fear that we might not survive with out your help.*

*You see, in our world, a dark force has risen, threatening to engulf us all in it malevolent grasp. Our once peaceful land is now filled with chaos and despai...

Hello! Yes you! I see that you are even more skeptical then I am. Which is a bit strange because I am you. Don’t roll your eyes and don’t put this down. I am you.. or I am the you in a different universe. We are the same, yet different, and yet the same danger seems to befall us. You luckily have not been visited yet; which is good. There is still time to save yourself and the ones you love.

Don’...

I read the note over and over again, hoping that I had missed some part of the joke, but nothing else was there. I rubbed my eyes vigorously, in case I had undiagnosed dyslexia. Or, just maybe, I had taken some drugs that I had somehow forgotten about and all of this was a hallucination. 

Nope, definitely real.

How did I even get this letter? If the other Pandora really did exist, how did she ma...

"Welcome to my world." Isaac whispered.

"It's only this? I'd think it'd be bigger." JATG joked.

Suddenly a guy poked his head out from behind a wall. "I know my voice anywhere! Welcome, erm, Valerie, right?"

"Yeah, it's Valerie." JATG smiled.

"You've met your opposite...follow me." Isaac signaled with his hand to everyone.

Everyone followed him and stepped into a much larger room. A bunch of ...

“Amelia! Breakfast is ready!” Mom shouted.

“Coming..” I replied groggily.

The sun’s warm rays crept through my dusty, white blinds. It forced me to slip out of bed, due to the fact that it was quite literally burning my retinas. I noticed my pajama pants on the ground from last night when my boyfriend came over. Though, nobody knew he did because he always climbs through my window. Mom hates him...