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Letters, Misaddressed: A Gallery of Oddities Short Story
Letters, Misaddressed: A Gallery of Oddities Short Story
Letters, Misaddressed: A Gallery of Oddities Short Story
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Letters, Misaddressed: A Gallery of Oddities Short Story

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Sometimes letters end up in the wrong mailbox. It happens almost every day. 
Imagine a letter so creepy, so strange, so dark that you're no longer comfortable in your own skin. 
The letter, missadressed, also holds the key to your writer's block. 
A simple fantasy story that asks the question: What if this happened? 

LanguageEnglish
Release dateFeb 25, 2023
ISBN9798224212477
Letters, Misaddressed: A Gallery of Oddities Short Story
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Dean Shearer

Dean Shearer is the author of many fictitious works such as The Cat, The World is Magic, and the short stories series Selah, the Universe. He wishes there was more to say about himself (he likes studying religions and walking barefoot and reading and writing in multiple genres and reading and writing a lot) but there's just too much to say.

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    Letters, Misaddressed - Dean Shearer

    Letters, Misaddressed

    LETTERS, MISADDRESSED

    A GALLERY OF ODDITIES STORY

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    When Sal Kennedy opened his mail in the morning he discovered an envelope addressed to his name, but it had the wrong address—2584 S Forest St; he lived in 2445. Sal opened the envelope and found a letter, addressed to himself.

    The writing was wiggly and thin; no doubt written by a kid, thought Sal. The writer's name was Payton Kennedy, and in the letter the writer referred to the farm, and a dark sky, and lots of thunder, and dead pigs everywhere, and what should I do about it, Grandpa? And Sal thought, I'm only twenty-seven. I'm no grandpa. And, sonny-boy, I think you should tell your parents about the pigs, see if they'll do something about it.

    He wondered briefly if this was some kind of joke, but quickly brushed this thought aside because who the hell would play a joke as useless as this? Haha, Sal, got ya! You thought

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