Stories tagged “mail”

  • The Mail Room

    The average office job required the intelligence to work a copy machine and pour coffee—and sometimes being able to turn on the computer to check account data, but no one ever did that crap. They were always on facebook or youtube laughing at a s...

  • Something Not Exciting

    I was essentially a mailman just confined to a smaller area. Though my ride was not as upscale as a truck. The one cart we had—the other two broke by accidents I cannot not talk about (I pushed them down the stairs) because I signed a non-disclos...

  • I Am A Mail Giver

    The guy that ate his feelings kept a hidden stash of Fun-Yuns in the bottom right drawer of his desk. The woman who was too peppy for her own good had a picture of herself in high school as a cheerleader to remind herself that at one point her life was...

  • See You Around

    I walked over to him with a handful of files and my head down staring at those files, “Next time, just drop the mail through that slot.” “What slot?” There was just one slot and it was underneath the counter, a piece of the wood...

  • The Real Bridge

    “Where’s the package?” I asked, although this time I was less annoyed, more amused. “Right here,” he pulled the package out of his messenger bag and placed it on the counter. “That’s it, you’ve crossed th...

  • Sealed with a dying wish

    As the telecoms of condolence came through on the screen behind him, he sat staring at the mail pod. Grateful for the heartfelt sincerities with which he knew they were sent, but each one received meant one more person who never really knew her. Not li...

    • Author: i, Coomber
    • Posted about 2 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5

  • Will always get through! (Mature)

    Just me and the drill instructor now. All the guys I trained with for the past 2 months are off going to find out which fresh hell awaits them in front-line infantry. But me – I’m held back… Can you flunk out of the army? Two eyes dominat...

  • Handle with care. (Mature)

    Click, Clack, BOOM I want to meet the man who thought of making a mech-sized shotgun, thought Johnson, unloading both chambers and turning an enemy squad into a mess of blood and bone chips. “WHO THE HELL ARE WE LOOKING FOR, WAY OUT HERE, SIR?...

  • Grandma Henderson

    The package was very shoddily compiled. It was about the size of a large meatloaf, the shape of a pillow, and the color of manila. Masking tape circumnavigated the circles of the package repeatedly, and bits of paper were at intervals stuck onto those ...