I was sitting, thinking about what to do with my spare time during the lockdown.

I noticed my desk’s drawer was slightly open.

I pulled it open, and there was a letter written addressed to me in blood. What a great way to save ink I thought. Surely , it’s not about danger . My curiosity got the better off me, and I ripped it open.

It read:

“Hey, Tim. This is you from your future. You need to help stop global warming, it needs to stop. It’s gonna be bad for the world if the sea levels continue to rise , and the weather patterns become worse. If you don’t believe this is you from the future, do a DNA test on the blood. And also your Password to your email is-“ I’m not gonna read that part out.

But man, it was me. No one else knew my super complex password.

I wish Future Me told myself how I was supposed to do that. I flipped over the other side of the letter. I ... had to call Ronald Rump. This was only step 1.

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Authors note:

Haven’t really written much in a while!

Tried to put in some comedy and some suspense. Tell me what you think of it! :)