Relocated Stories

Tessa was living a normal life until one night it changed for ever. A witness to the shocking murders of four men, Tessa is the only person who can bring a deadly international gang to the hands of justice once and for all. Immediately she is relocated outside of her own country to Rainier Valley. There, she starts life anew, new name, new school, new family. Everything is different. Thinking she has escaped the clutches of gang warfare, Tessa starts to relax. That is until she meets Derek. Tessa is once again thrust into a world of violence, deceit and backstabbing. What will she do to escape, and is she still ready to testify against her tormentors?

Athena, in her final year high school, is forced to relocate her life. Though this new diversion in life is not a complete loss, as in her new move she is able to finally connect with her long time online best friend. It also doesn't hurt that when ordering from Big Al's, a now favorite pizza spot, has an extremely handsome and charming delivery boy. With her new school, new friends, and the new boys, Athena begins to wonder how she will navigate her new life. Especially when the handsome, funny, can't stop thinking about him, Big Al's delivery boy seems to have a habit of showing up unexpectedly.

I moved. During the pandemic. The letters I write are real. So are the people they are addressed to. You and I are connected by less than six degrees; they could be for someone you know. But I'm sending them home in an untraditional way. I want the recipient to receive the gift of unfolding in a story. That can't happen if it's known, in advance, who the letter is addressed to and who author is. I switch a few details around to hide my identity, but I leave clues all throughout. It's easy to decipher. I'm not a writer. I'm just a teacher. I don't know what I'm doing. But may I add one thing? I teach high school. I know a bit about how things spread. I also understand, on a fundamental level, the power of connectivity. You should read the letters. Suspend disbelief. If you experience a nagging sensation, an unknown familiarity, the quickening of the heart: pay attention. We're more closely linked than you think. You might recognize me, someone you know, or better yet, yourself in one of these.

They walked into a dimly lit room. The walls were a rich, dark red and bookshelves lined one of the walls. A long wooden table ran down the center with chairs covered in plush velvet on either side. Papers were scattered everywhere with what looked like hand writing scrawled across each page. “Maybe they’re documents,” Lia whispered scared to disturb the perfect silence. “The Society believes they are too good to handwrite even the most unimportant paper. They probably even type their signature,” Jonah remarked. “They are obviously letters– but letters to who?”