Letters

Jesper

Soooo... hey, lovelies! Wattpad decided to ban my OneArtsyGamer03 account... which is so great am I right

*cries*

It's fine! Totally fine. Right now, I'm just focusing on republishing all my old stories. They will be left unedited, as I'm going to be publishing new, fresh versions of these stories anyway so there's not really any point in editing these ones. I just wanna get them back up for you all to find.

That being said, I will not be editing anything or fixing anything in these old stories since I'm writing up new better versions of these anyway! So I'm just gonna be copying and pasting the chapters, leaving in all author notes and everything. <3

Also! I'm also going to be copying this message into all my old stories so if you see it again that's why.

Anyway... Welcome home, lovelies <3

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Happy Holidays! :) I'm sorry if you haven't seen this movie! D: It's on Netflix for anyone wondering!

I've been saving this for Christmas, and have been writing it since the day after Thanksgiving. I hope you all enjoy it! ^·^ ❤

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Third Person P.O.V

Cream colored envelopes pour into a dark room, lit up by a single beam of light.

"Letters..." A man's voice speaks, the letters continuing to pile up. "You don't really write many these days, do you? But I bet there's one you never forget."

More and more letters pile up, "Send it off to a certain plump guy in a red suit and, provided you've kept your act together more or less, he'll drop off a toy or two."

The man continues, "And yet... no one seems to wonder how the whole thing got started in the first place."

"This is a story about letters. And how I met her. And it began..."

A blue envelope falls onto the pile, a red wax seal stamped onto it to prevent it from opening.

"With this one."

The pile of letters fall, landing into a cart being rolled by a postman. The blue letter sits on top, the man rolling the cart past boxes waiting to be mailed out.

He dumps the cart of letters onto the conveyer belt, a man sliding the letters onto it. Others dust it, measure it, and stamp it before putting it into the transport tube.

He shuts the lid, pulling the lever and sending the blue envelope off.

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Postmen swiftly work to organize the letters, not pausing for a moment as one picks up the blue letter. He looks at it with wide eyes as he reads who it's from, turning and walking to the counter and ringing a bell.

A man with a golden platter walks by, the postman carefully laying the letter onto it before returning to his post.

The man carries the platter carefully with grace, walking down the steps of the Royal Postal Academy.

Cadets grunt in sync as they exercise, a whistle blowing as the drill sergeant counts.

"... 74! 75! 76..."

The cadets train, the sergeant continuing to count as they do sit ups with large boxes as the man carrying the letter walks past briskly.

"77, 78, 79, 80!"