forum Letters Across the Universe (Always open. Say you read page one stuff)

Started January 29, 2020 by @Althalosian-is-the-father book

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Dear, uh, whoever I guess,

I don't know who will see this if anyone at all, but I guess I'll just write this anyway. I suppose you should know some basic things about me, right? Well anyways I'm 17 years old and uh… I like writing? Oh yeah, and I'm human. I'm not very interesting I guess. I spend most of my time procas procrastinating and writing random stories. I'm pretty sure they're all kind of really bad but it's what I enjoy doing, so I guess it's whatever. I really don't know what to put in this letter I live in a small house with just my dad in this place called the USA(if you've heard of it). And now that I think of it, it's pretty bold for me to be writing this in English without even knowing if you understand it, but it's too late now I guess.

I don't really have anything to say and I think I'm just using this as an excuse to procrastinate on the mountains of homework that I need to do. But that's not important. Whether you see this or not, I hope you have a good day. Make your smiles bright and do something great.

– Not so sincerely, Kyle Ariyette

P.S. Sorry for all the strikethroughs. I wrote thiis this in ink.

Hello Kyle. My name is Daniella.
I am eighteen. I used to write once. It wasn't very good though and I never picked it up again. But I'm glad you're doing something that makes you happy. Continue doing it, even if the results aren't perfect.
I am fully human. At least probably. There's a possible theory that we have fae blood. But that's just to explain why we have our powers. Oh but I suppose this is confusing. I have a power called instinctive magic, which is rather rare. It's like I am controlled by a magic (normally when I'm in a dangerous situation) that helps me do things. Sometimes impossible things. Except I am the one doing it. It's hard to explain. The problem is that I am not one to easily react to incidental urges. That would be irresponsible.
But this doesn't explain things either. I am one of some that have magic powers as you probably have surmised. Which would be nice you might think. But it comes with problems. Like Fey and demons and probably other things I don't know about.
Where do you live in the US? I live in Portland. Well, I did. I live in the Barracks right now. But that's where my house it.
I could never let my homework wait like that, that would ruin my entire schedule and make me fall back on other important things that needed to be done.
I shall attempt to have a good day. I suppose I should smile more often shouldn't I.
All the best,
Daniella Jacobs

-This letter is sent in two days later in an obviously handmade envelope and written on crinkly lined paper.-

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Hey, there, Daniella!

I'm actually quite surprised someone responded to my letter. And thanks for the words of encouragement! I'll take it to heart. Do you have any hobbies that you enjoy doing?

Although, it is a pleasant surprise nevertheless! On the topic of your… powers? Your explanation did indeed confuse me, but hey, I'm not meant to understand everything. However, I appreciate the fact that you tried your best to explain it.

As for where I live in America, I live in a city named Riverton in Wyoming. It's not really somewhere well known enough to make people go "OMG Riverton???" you know? But I suppose it's a nice place. I live with my father and attend a run-of-the-mill high school with some close friends of mine.

I am the full-fledged definition of procrastination. The King of Procrastination if you will. It's a problem, but I don't think it's gonna get fixed anytime soon, but I'm sure enough trying. I could never even begin to write myself a schedule and much less follow it. So you are much better than me there.

I wish there was something decently interesting about me to share with you, but alas, I'm a Basic Bitch™. I guess the most interesting aspects in my life are my life problems, but who wants to hear about those, am I right?

That aside, I hope that you have a splendid time in whatever you are doing. And yes, you should smile more :)

Catch ya later!
-Kyle

@TangerineSunset

Once again, the tape.

Mordecai: Hello again.

Nathan: Hi.

Mordecai: Okay so, sorry about the blood. Nathan didn't notice the cut on my arm. pause The cut isn't that big of a deal. Also, I'm forgoing the written letter, now that I know that Nathan was going behind my back.

Nathan: I said I was sorry!

Mordecai: No you didn't.

Nathan: Shut up.

Mordecai: Anyway, there's 90 of you guys there? That's… insane. The news hasn't mentioned anything about it–well, the news has been quieter than normal–but otherwise, no.

Nathan: Yeah. Everything is fine- well, normal- on our end.

Mordecai: So you guys want to know more about us? There's not much else to know.

Nathan: Again, I'm 19, they're 16 _{Mordecai: I'm basically 17} Shut up. I'm Albertan, they're-

pause

Mordecai: British-Canadian. ^{Nathan: Mort.}We're currently in the suburbs^{Nathan: Mordecai shut up now.} of a small town called Norwich.

^{Nathan: whispering Mordecai. Shut up.} footsteps _{Mordecai: Oh fuck.}

Silence. Sound of a creaky door opening and then slamming shut

^{Nathan:static voice don't move. don't move a fucking muscle.}

Muffled footsteps. Sound of walls shifting.

???????, muffled: See, I told you Jere. It's still empty. Just like the last 3 months.

??????, muffled: I swear Cas. The lights were on last night.

^{Nathan: static voice just some old neighbours. They shouldn't find us down here}

???????, muffled: Come on Jeremy. The lighting was shut down here. You've just been seeing things, again.

Jeremy, muffled: But-

Footsteps. Door slams shut.

Nathan: Was this recording the whole time? Huh. Okay. So, uh.

shuffling sounds. Calm breathing.

Nathan: Mordecai seems to have fallen…… asleep, for now. So I guess I'll finish off.

So. The photo. First, you guys should not go back there. I don't trust the look of that place. I suggest that someone keep an eye on Ethan and his group, just in case. They might feel… compelled… to go back there.

I don't know 100% of what's going on there, I only have knowledge from my own experiences. It seems to me that you guys are dealing with an agitated flock of ghosts. Again, I cannot say this for certain; I don't know the circumstances of what's happened in that forest. But something did happen there. Something bad.

Nathan: There was a weird noise at the end of your recording. Here, I transcribed it;

Nathan: "THEY LET OUR BODIES DIE. THEY CHOSE TO FORGET US."

Nathan: Really ominous, if you ask me. Anyways, stay safe.

@Discombra lmao, just saying that was a great letter. :D

@Discombra lmao, just saying that was a great letter. :D

(Thanks :P)

@Discombra (P.s I am writing the full story on the page called MAYDAY if you wanna check that out :D )

Again, the tape and two photos

Ethan: Is it working?

Roo: Yep, that light flickering is saying its recording.

Ethan: Oh ok, cool…. Um …Hello… Sorry, what are their name's again?

Roo: Mordecai and Nathan.

Ethan: Right them, Hi guys… We got your most recent letter about a week ago and….. well…. Alot of weird shit has happened to be frank.

Roo: We took your advice on not going back to the river dock, but we did do a little more exploring around the forest and we found alot about this area's history. We found this abandon…. What looks to be like some sort of WW2 military base called "Gumtree Outpost"…

Roo: In the yellow building, which Ethan's strong friend Mitch was able to barge down the door, we found a bunch of these documents labelled "Classified: for Authorised personal only" from the Australian defence force.

Ethan: So of course we did the right thing and opened them!

Roo: ……Still probably shouldn't have done that……

Ethan: Regardless, we got alot of valuable insight into the forests history, with a document that talked about the colonisation of the forest.

Roo: Basically, a bunch of white people went and massacred a bunch of aboriginal people, MY PEOPLE, off of their land. We even found a law trail document from 1802, talking about this one little aboriginal girl, that was hung for the crime of witchcraft?

Ethan: White people have a pretty fucked history, we will admit that.

Roo: Yeah but…. your one of the good one's……

Ethan: …….. Are you ok?

Roo: …Huh?… Yeah I'm g…

Ethan: Anyways… We also read these case-files detailing the events that happened during WW2, and what "Gumtree Outpost" did to assist Australia. Apparently, the Outpost was meant to be used as a radio communication's facility, picking up radio traffic from enemy submarines, and funnelling them back to ally ships to coordinate attack's against them. Dorothy Wyatt, the cheif radio officer in the outpost, wrote these…… morbid documents… talking about how she herself was responsible for the sinking of one of her own ally submarines.

Roo: It's fucked up….

Ethan: The documents talk about how Dorothy, one day received a garbled distress signal from an unknown source and hastily assumed the message was an attempt to jam the radar. She sent out a message to the nearest warship, "The Destroyer II" The telling them to scout out for nearby submarines and destroy if necessary. However, what she didn't know was that an ally sub was patrolling nearby, "The QLD Migaloo", and the warship friendly fired onto it, killing 72 people on board. That same sub had held a nuclear reactor in it belly, which was being used for capability testing. By the time word had gotten round that it had sunk, the whole army packed up and relocated to a new area…. leaving only Dorothy and a handful of other behind… to uncover the mysteries behind hearing the voices of people who died on the submarine through radio's.

Roo: So… they never died…. we think.

Ethan: Which might explain the creepy things we saw in the photo last letter were.

Roo: Perhaps

????: Um, you guys forgot about me?

Roo: Oh, right, guy's this is Nyota, shes an exchange student from…. Kenya was it?

Nyota: Aye, I went to the foreign language school down at the sunshine coast. I board there. However when I woke up, all the boarding masters were gone, as though they vanished of the face of the earth. So, me and my classmates have be searching for others…. and thats when I found you both in the forest.

Ethan: Yeah, you punched me in the face.

Nyota: I'm sorry…. I freaked out… I didn't expect to find anyone else.

Roo: Well either way, we now make up a total of 200 students… some of which don't speak english unfortunately… but where surviving still…. and I suppose that's all that matters for now..

Ethan: We hope to hear from you guys again, tell us more about what's happening at your end.

Nyota: Send photos! Peace!

^{@Sunny-is-busy-writing-mayday Those are some amazing photos. Mine feel subpar now.}

_{[Note: text like this means a static-y voice]}

The tape recorder, but this time there's 2 photos and a drawing

Mordecai: Hello Roo, Nyota, and… Ethan.

Nathan: We've been a little held up with a problem.

Mordecai: Little is a bit of an understatement, and you should be quiet. Anyway, I'll answer as best I can until Nathan… recovers?

Mordecai: That 1802 thing is… super fucked up. White people are horrible. ^{Nathan: I can hear you} You were meant to.

From what we both gather, your ghost issue seems to be orbiting around that little girl. The one accused of witchcraft. ^{Nathan: I highly doubt that it was actually the little girl} We can't be sure.

Mordecai: So, the last recording we sent. It recorded some… things… that it shouldn't have ^{Nathan: How the hell did it keep recording when neither of us were tou-} Shut up.

Nathan: Make me.

Mordecai: …To put a long, convoluted story short, I'm currently assumed dead by everyone in town. Well, technically not dead, just missing, but most people think I'm dead. Which I'm not.

Nathan: That's skipping over a lot of the bullshit that happened, Mort, and you know it.

Mordecai: mumbled Can you just not talk until [unintelligible]?

Silence

Mordecai: I'll take that as a yes. Back on topic. Not dead, just missing, and it's gonna stay like that for a while. I've been hiding in… what is basically a graveyard–

Loud pop, kind of like when your ears pop

_{Mordecai: Did you do it? You're back?} ^{Nathan: Yes.}

Nathan: Hello. Mordecai's being dramatic. We're not actually in a graveyard–

Mordecai: We may as well be. I'm actually in an old abandoned house on the outskirts of Norwich. There's a cellar with a hidden bunker, which is where we currently are. We have a few photos…

Written on the photo: "CELLAR ENTRANCE"

Written on the photo: "BUNKER"

Mordecai: It pretty much IS a graveyard. Some serial killer hid 14 bodies on the estate back in 1951; In 1973 some cult or something did a bunch of rituals–supposedly satanic–that killed around 20; Then 6 people were murdered here in the past year.

Nathan: Not to mention the suicide 2 years ago. That had some…

Long pause

Sniffling, shuffling of feet

Nathan: Unique circumstances surrounding it. _{Mordecai: Understatement of the year.} Quiet.

Mordecai: Did I miss anything?

Nathan: A bit. Anyway, regarding the documents you found. My best guess is that the aboriginal people that were slaughtered had been trying to contact the people of Gumtree Outpost. And now they're trying to contact you guys. I'd focus on reaching the radio tower. But no one goes alone.

Mordecai: Speaking of alone, I thought that the camp was used by the one school? Also, how populated are your schools?? I mean, our high school had maybe 500 students? And that was three grades of students.

Nathan: Anyway, that should be all for now.

Mordecai: What about the…?

Nathan: Oh, right. I'm attaching a photo of a symbol we… found… in the building? awkward silence

Mordecai: [stumbling over words] A-And we were wondering if any of you what it means.

Sound of a door creaking open

Nathan: We have to go now. Bye!

_{((i'm so sorry i disappeared without warning my bad-))}

_{[with the letter, there's a picture of a lady with short pure white hair, and white wings, golden eyes, and three scars down the side of her face, most likely from claws. and she's wearing a black, slightly armored uniform. she's smiling in the picture ]}

Dear Thomas,
It's fine, i myself took quite a while to answer didn't i? (i'm sorry about that by the way)
Dan seems like a good friend! also, wherever you live, it sounds quite interesting.
i'm glad you like Anastasia! as long as you're happy, i think everything will be fine!
oh! and i managed to get a picture of myself! now we both know what the other looks like :)

don't worry about how much you can write! whether you write a little or a lot i'll still be glad to hear from you.
stay safe Thomas!
Sincerely, Dove

-Dove

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR REPLYING! I was starting to get worried. The picture of you reminded me of Alexa. She’s always in her uniform, a dark green one to be precise. I love the word precise. She also has three scars like you at least I hope that’s you but they drag down from her eye her other is missing, sorry I had to scratch that out. She was reading over my shoulder. Anyways the wedding is coming closer I’m getting more nervous, do you think it will end up well? I’m trying to get reassured but even Dan says it’s a lost cause. Alexa at least is nicer but even she doesn’t like the idea of a wedding. EVEN ANASTASIA Says it’s just for politics. You know I thought weddings were also for a greater bond.

Anyways please tell me how you are doing. Is anything going crazy for you. I have to go Mom might catch me

-Thomas

P. S. I live in Anzanterio

Dear whoever gets this (If anyone gets this)
I am Syth, Sixth Duke of Hell
Sorry, Ruth always says I should introduce myself properly. But I'd rather just be Syth.
It's pretty quiet down here right now, it is the middle of the night after all. It's kind of hard being the only nocturnal demon. I never really see anyone so I thought I'd send a letter to someone and make a friend.

Please don't be put off by the fact I'm a demon! Like I said to Geer back when I actually talked to people, "Demons are just humans with magic and black color schemes".

Sorry this was so short, I want to see if someone gets this before putting that much effort in.
-Syth

Dear Thomas,
oh hun i wish i could ease your nerves and help you calm down, but there's not a lot i can do. i do believe marriages are for a greater sort of bond, but considering how different your situation is i can't give much of an opinion. i wish you the best of luck though! and if you ever need advice i can try my best to provide some for you!

as for how i am doing, i'm doing ok i suppose! it has been getting a bit wild though. me and my squad have been sent to Vraekar Kingdom for a while (which is partly why my letter took so long- travel time and whatnot), and chaos has already made itself comfortable among us. Ak Jay nearly broke one of his wings again, Cardinal is still terrorizing our new sniper, and the two scouts have lost their scout drones 3 times now. luckily it isn't as bad as it could be though.

anyway, how about a random question! to take your mind off things, and think about things you like instead! like… what are some hobbies of yours?
ah, i have to go now, Eagle is insisting he saw something we should investigate.
take care! and try to not stress yourself too much you if you can, alright?
Sincerely, Dove

P.S - Sparrow saw me writing this letter and he wanted me to tell you that he says hello!

[on a piece of defective, soggy stationary]

Syth,

If we're introducing ourselves properly, I am Morganna Bellatrix Maeve Impresma Ariadne Primrose Leanora Artemia Gloria Lunanova Arcangela Sabrina DuMont, but I prefer M.G.

Anyways, I thought demons were already nocturnal (unless they're wearing human meat)
That's a thought for later.
I actually enjoy the company of demons on occasion, some of the more earth-fairing ones like to party and annoy.

Introductions time; I am the ringmaster to an idiot house full of improvised circus acts.
I can also make fire in my hands.

Sorry to be short, I have to break up a fight so my ackies don't break… anything.

Peace be upon you,
M.G.