AN: Bruh this story is so cringey
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I glance around, the room I'm in is sunburnt. It's not the best word but it's close enough. It's red like almost rosy cheek skin even though that description isn't correct. Oh wait, should I tell you why I am in this room? The story is quite funny actually.
So basically I'm god of the wind, letters, and deliving stuff (not babies though, I don't like kids.) Anyways I deliver letters using the winds and I fly along with my wings. Blah blah blah anyways my name is Grámmata.
I soared through the sky, my wings sore and pounding. I was exhausted but nonetheless, I had to keep going. I was almost done with my last delivery, then I could relax. Looking down, I saw the lights from mortals houses, the sky was dark. It must've been around 9:30 pm but, I didn't care I had a job to do and I intend to do it right.
I could smell the smoke from each and every house and I felt this feeling inside of me.
Was it bittersweet?
It smelled like something I could never have yet I kept reaching. The sun already had set but the sunset was beautiful Apollo had out done himself today.
Even Aphrodite would be jealous of its beauty (Woah chill out Grámmata don't wanna get striked down for talking about Aphrodite like that.)
Yet the feeling lingered and I couldn't place it almost it was bittersweet but...no wait it wasn't. Gods I wanted to take a break and I looked at my letters and I could feel an address nearby I grabbed the letter and while holding it in my mouth I swooped down the street and put it in the mailbox when I felt someone staring at me.
YOU ARE READING
The letters in the wind. (And other short stories.)
General FictionI wrote this last year, I've improved a lot dw I don't write like a deranged child anymore You're the god of letters and the wind. You deliver letters through the wind one day you get a letter delivered to yourself in a stange neighborhood.
