I looked around no one knew I was a god I looked like a regular mail man. But I just couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched.
"Gods I feel like I am being watched." I thought to myself.
But Grámmata you're a god wouldn't you already know who was watching you?
No you foolish mortal, I am a minor god you ever heard of a god named Grámmata in mount Olympus? No? Exactly.
Anyways, back to the story.
I look at letter it has feather on the stamp but it was adressed to...me? It was a letter for me?
I have never gotten a letter before, why would someone send me a letter.
I never needed to look at an address I could just feel where it was.
I finally look at the house bewildered it looked like a basic cape cod.
Actually all of the houses on the street are a basic cape cod.
I walk up to the house it has the number 1137 on it I look at the other 3453 they all have the same number 1137.
Instead of feeling bewildered I start feeling scared.
This was kind of weird I was 99% sure that my wings were shaking with fear.
And than I thought "Ahahahah im fucked." Yayyyyy.
At this point I still don't know what's going on. But Grámmata nothing has actually happened.
OK AND????
Gods you dumb mortals. Gods have more problems than you guys! Expect death of course.
No but seriously how do you guys cope? Is that what drives your society forward?
Your own mortality? Is that it, or do you guys wait? How do you not go crazy.
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.
