Dear Octavian,

I'm heading to Antarctica. You know, the place where I've always wanted to go. As a scientist, though, but not a refugee, exiled from my own country. I just wanted reform, a better life, a better government. Apparently we couldn't have it. And when change does come, I won't be there to see it. 

     If it comes in our lifetime, you'll have to write me. Or not. Because I've been cut off from the outside world. I'll probably die here within a few months, and no one will be there to bury my body, to cry over me, or to even know.

     I'll miss the warmth of our native land, the friendly smiles, and the crowded streets. I'll miss the rain and the horseback rides, the dogs and the birds. I'll mainly miss my family, and above all, you.

     I don't know if I can live without the people I love if it weren't for the fact that I know you won't forget me. But don't cry for me; you need to move on with your life. Take up the cause I left behind, I beg of you!

     It is good-bye for now. Hopefully I will be able to return to my country. I love and miss you all,

-Julius 

Dearest Octavian,

Soooooooo. I threatened to off our new PHOOLTUS (Pumpkin-Head Of Our Lost & Torn United States) and now I'm headed to exile in France.

If you want to call it "exile", that is. I've always wanted to go to Paris. Granted, I didn't want to be under House Arrest or whatever they call it there, but still... From what I understand, I'll be placed in a "home" and will be under government supervision, but I'll still be free within the house. And if I'm good, I'll be free to roam outside of the home in a dozen or so years...I guess that's their idea of getting off for good behavior.

I just wish I could have brought Gem with me. She's the greatest kitten ever and I'll miss her so much. You'll take care of her for me, won't you? I hope you don't mind me pawning my feline off on you like this, but I didn't have anyone else that I could depend on...I mean, yeah, me and Robb were getting to know each other, but it hadn't gotten that serious yet, so...*sigh*...I don't think he'll be writing me.

As for mom and dad and Kyle? You know I was the black sheep in our crew for the last several years, so I don't think they'll be mourning my loss much. Helena was the only one that truly cared, but she's gone, of course...Please stop by her grave and put flowers there every month, like I used to do. I miss my twin so much.

Well, I think we're almost to the place that will be my new home...or what I guess will have to pass for one. I'll write you when I'm able and hope to hear back, as you're my only tie to America, now.

Take care,

Felicia

Dear Octavian,

I am sorry to say that I have had to make a run for it, the government are after me because I accidentally photo-shopped Donald Trump having sex, with some hookers in a   hotel room in Russia.  Seems he did actually do this and so now I am being chased in order to find out how I knew and where I got the photos.  The girls faces I chose off the internet just by chance are very like the prostitutes he partied with evidently, who knew!

Anyway his men are after me and I have to lay low.  I just guessed that he was into dressing in a diaper, sucking on a pacifier and titties, anyway I have gone to live in the jungles of South America.

I will miss being able to make more funny memes on Trump, I have no internet where I am going so I will not be able to read his daily Tweets, which are so hilariously stupid!

Still I will be reminded of him daily when ever I see a monkeys arse.

Sorry and take care

EriduSerpent

Dear Octavian,

   I am writing to you with the sole purpose of letting the world know what has happened to me. I have been granted the ability to write two letters and I am seizing the opportunity. One shall go to me, and the other is going to you. I entrust that you shall pass the enclosed information onto whomever it may concern. Let the world know why I have been locked away.

   But why have I been locked up? And in tiny cell in Siberia no less? The answer is as simple and complicated as this: I plotted to end this world.

   I had planned the perfect apocalypse, starting with the assassination of all world leaders. I wanted to show that it could be done. I wanted the worlds to feel the chaos I feel in my mind every day. I know I'm raving mad. I'm a certified lunatic in every universe. HA! I fancy this makes me more dangerous. I just wanted to share this feeling with the world.

   I would have done it too. But of course I was foiled by the simplest of errors. A single tiny flaw; that of my own weak human nature. I let slip my plan. The taxi driver had asked a simple enough question, "What's that bag for?"

   So I told him, "It's a Matter Splitter. I can duplicate myself into a thousand me's. Shall I show you?" And I did. I duplicated myself four times. The taxi driver immediately called the authorities. One thing lead to another and half the NYPD ended up dead. In my defense, they killed four thousand of my clones. There bodies have been taken away for some kind of study.

   And now I am here, locked in a tiny cell. Monitored 24/7. Totally alone. Except for my friend. He'll keep me company for some time. Nobody else can see him and whenever I tell the guards, they just laugh at me and assume I'm crazy. Except I am crazy, and I know I am. I also know that he's real.

With love,

Bella Gretnu

   P.S. Let the transcriber of this letter know that I'll be having words with him about his writing style. I much preferred being transcribed by his brother. So much more freedom. Ah well...

Authors note: Bella Gretnu is a fictional character that my brother and I have been working on. She is a multidimensional being who drank from the Fountain of Youth. Because she is multidimensional, she lives in every possible reality. She knows that she is living in each reality and has a general awareness of what her other selves are feeling and going through. Because of this knowledge, she is thoroughly crazy. (in keeping with her character, she also knows that she is in a book/short story)

Based on these guidelines, we are able to incorporate her into any work of fiction we write. Currently, she has been transcribed into four stories —all unpublished— including this one. I will gladly expand upon this character more in later stories. But I figured I'd save you all the headache.