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I am writing you from inside The Queen Beyonce and Jay z's  mansion i snuck in here cuz i took the security guards down they're sleeping tied to the wall right now. I've sucessfully found the makeup and i am looking at it, theres probably gonna be story on the news about this robbery of makeup, duffel bags, expensive stuff, and those little eggs that are worth millions of dollars. I am gonna be leaving with the credit cards and all the other stuff i took now. So i will be home soon my friend but for now i am taking an uber home! See you when i get there. I will text you to open the door when i get there.
Sincerely, Paul
P.S i tried on all their clothes!!! heh!

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I am writing to you from inside a could. I don't know how I got here, but it is kind of nice. The cloud is very soft and it tastes like cotton candy. I just hope it does not rain, because then I would be soaking wet. I hope someone can find me soon before I run out of food and have to continue with the water cycle.

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I am writing from the bottom of the ocean. fish circle me as I write. I don't remember how I got  here. But I must write fast. the  piece of paper is crumbling and aging from the salt water. the sights are more than I can handle. the water is clear as glass I think  am off the Florida coast. if I go farther the water becomes murky and gross.

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First Day Writing Prompt:          I am writing to you from the text of a book. It appears to me that either somebody has shrunken me or the book has enlarged immensely. I leap page to page when an anonymous person decides to flip them to continue to read. I am so small that not even the human eye could detect me. The words seem never ending and I can't seem to read them because of my shrunken size. When you read this letter send some help preferably a normal sized human with a microscope. I dread the day that they will shut the book forever. I am still surviving by the space that the bookmark has created. This curious reader is almost done with the book. Help me before it's to late, I am begging you. Oh one last thing please bring some food when you come help me. Preferably some Lays barbecue chips (they are my favorites). 

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First Day Writing Prompt:          I am writing to you from the text of a book. It appears to me that either somebody has shrunken me or the book has enlarged immensely. I leap page to page when an anonymous person decides to flip them to continue to read. I am so small that not even the human eye could detect me. The words seem never ending and I can't seem to read them because of my shrunken size. When you read this letter send some help preferably a normal sized human with a microscope. I dread the day that they will shut the book forever. I am still surviving by the space that the bookmark has created. This curious reader is almost done with the book. Help me before it's to late, I am begging you. Oh one last thing please bring some food when you come help me. Preferably some Lays barbecue chips (they are my favorites). 

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In Peril,
Penelope

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I am writing you from the inside of a persons mask. His breath smell of peppermints and the hot air is warm against my back. Its comfy although in a way I feel trapped. I can tell he does too.

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I'm writing you from the dirt. When your looking at the ground all you see if random brown stuff but inside its so much more. Everything is moving around me and I can't seem to keep up with everything going on. The smell is like when the grass in your yard is first cut, depends if you like it or not. 

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I'm writing you from the dirt. When your looking at the ground all you see if random brown stuff but inside its so much more. Everything is moving around me and I can't seem to keep up with everything going on. The smell is like when the grass in your yard is first cut, depends if you like it or not. 

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I am writing from an isolated island. My diamond ring that my mother has given me is beautiful as it reflects the crystal like water. The smell of salt and fresh fish enters as I inhale. For the first time in forever I feel relaxed. As the wind pushes my hair back and forth as if I were a creaking sailing boat stranded in the middle of the sea, the wind pushing back every five seconds.

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I'm writing from the bottom of the ocean, with an alarmingly low amount of oxygen. I see sharks swimming near me, and giant crabs on the ocean floor. This was all the result of a submarine accident, in which the engine cut out and I sunk deeper and deeper. My only chance of survival is getting back to the surface, but that seems impossible with the minuscule amount of oxygen I have left, and the amount of swimming I would have to do. I know I'm doomed either way, so I'm going to try swimming- OH NO, a box jellyfish, one of the most dangerous animal in the world!

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I'm writing you from  a another world. I am surrounded by a forest. The tree's seem to be talking. in the distance i can see a mountain range with lot's of snow. I could hear some one talking but when i wen't to see who it was, it was a talking chipmunk. There are no human's on this world and the tree's and animal's can talk. They never stop talking. This place is so calm compared to earth.
-Katie
(Quick note this isn't an Alternate Earth)

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Im writing to you from  a world full of darkness and hate. My head is spinning and i fell like my mind is playing tricks on me. There is nothing but fighting, betrayal, and blood being shead. I feel like if this doesn't stop im going to go crazy.

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I'm writing to you from 12eGGGH757. I woke up here years ago, and the aliens here helped me recover. They are wonderful! They have teleportation, time travel, and flying cars! Sometimes I wish i could go back to earth, but then again why would I want to go to a polluted planet?  These aliens worship the cleanliness gods and there is no artificial pollution ANYWHERE. Hopefully Earth develops these great habits and extreme technologies to.
From the model planet,
Armando

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i am writing you from Jupiter. its hard to explain how i got here but i was abducted by aliens. That's besides the point. I kind of like it how you can hear aliens preforming some sort of rituals. It is a creepy place but you can either walk on the planet or swim in it like water. The aliens always abduct people so i have friends here. Jupiter is an odd place, yet still better than earth in some ways. I learned that it's easy to fly here on Jupiter but hard to breathe.

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I’m in a place no one knows about , I found this place on my own.Its very calm here , no loudness , no traffic jams , just me and the sea. It’s also a house here , not too big , not too small. It’s fit just for me. I don’t have to wear shoes well because it’s mostly sand around here . It’s not that hot ,but it’s also not cold . I like it here where I’m alone . I like being alone for some reason because I’m not mad , sad or anger , I’m just enjoying myself .

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I am writing from my paradise. It's this plains that stretch for miles and miles. There's only a few flowers sprinkled all around the area. The air seems warm and comforting. Like a warm motherly hug. I slowly sit down on the fluffy grass, grazing my hands on the green strings. I full lay down and look at the blue sky. 'This is nice...' I think to myself. I could stay  here forever. I am all alone. I could do whatever I wanted and no one would judge except the birds that flew around but then again, who cared what they thought? I close my eyes and head off to sleep, relieved that I can be happy. Alone and happy. 

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I am writing from my paradise. It's this plains that stretch for miles and miles. There's only a few flowers sprinkled all around the area. The air seems warm and comforting. Like a warm motherly hug. I slowly sit down on the fluffy grass, grazing my hands on the green strings. I full lay down and look at the blue sky. 'This is nice...' I think to myself. I could stay  here forever. I am all alone. I could do whatever I wanted and no one would judge except the birds that flew around but then again, who cared what they thought? I close my eyes and head off to sleep, relieved that I can be happy. Alone and happy. 

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(Maya A. Rosenthal)

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I am writing from a faraway planet. At first glance it looks like an exact replica of Earth. However it feels as if gravity plays no part on this planet. The sensation of something pulling me down to its core doesn't exist. I feel as if I could fly. The sky is clear as glass and the air even clearer. Everything seems like a dream.

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Dear Sylvie,
I am writing to you from the moon. I can't really remember how I got here. All I know is from what I can gather from the wreckage. There is a map of space with a red line going from Earth to Mars so I guess I was supposed to go there.
The space ship seems to have hit some space debris because there are a few holes and lots of scratches on the back.

I have enough food and water to last for about two weeks but once I run out I don't know what will happen to me.

There is one good thing about being stranded on a big space rock though. I can really sit and think about my past. It's strangely peaceful here with the darkness and silence. I think I might prefer it here then on Earth without all the death and destruction.

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I am writing you from Carmax. It's super cold and smells like mints and new cars with a hint of paperwork. The couple beside me got there new car with the bright red bow and a pile of paperwork.

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(from A1) I'm writing you from the 90's. I don't know how i got here but I  actually like it here.On the tv playing is Fresh Prince of Bel-Air and outside I hear everybody playing basketball with there Nike Air Force ones. The music is BOOMING and you could hear it from miles away.

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(from A1) I'm writing you from the 90's. I don't know how i got here but I  actually like it here.On the tv playing is Fresh Prince of Bel-Air and outside I hear everybody playing basketball with there Nike Air Force ones. The music is BOOMING and you could hear it from miles away.

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(from A1: Mira Cohen) I am writing to you from inside of a photograph. The edges are so distinct and clear, but everything is frozen in time. Water droplets are hanging still in midair. It is so quiet that you can hear the sound of silence itself. This strange... couple is in the middle of pressing their lips together in some sort of romantic gesture. It's almost surreal.

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(from A1: Mira Cohen) I am writing to you from inside of a photograph. The edges are so distinct and clear, but everything is frozen in time. Water droplets are hanging still in midair. It is so quiet that you can hear the sound of silence itself. This strange... couple is in the middle of pressing their lips together in some sort of romantic gesture. It's almost surreal.

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I am writing from the depths of my consciousness. The place where I am standing is a dock. The dark, wooden boards creak beneath my feet, the nails poking out and rubbing into my heel, but I feel it not. All I have to do is walk a few more steps, and I shall stare into beauty. The water is of a bluish green tint. Sometimes, when the warm rays spill out of the fluffily cotton clouds, the water hues gold,

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I'm writing you from one of my dreams. I wish I could tell you how I got here, and I'm not sure you'll even get this, but I had to reach out to someone on the slight chance you might find me. This place is so..strange. The sky keeps blossoming flowers and the ground is full of clouds. Do you know how hard it is to walk when it's raining from the ground up? Don't even get me started on the lighting bolts...

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I'm writing you from one of my dreams. I wish I could tell you how I got here, and I'm not sure you'll even get this, but I had to reach out to someone on the slight chance you might find me. This place is so..strange. The sky keeps blossoming flowers and the ground is full of clouds. Do you know how hard it is to walk when it's raining from the ground up? Don't even get me started on the lighting bolts...

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I'm writing you from underneath Beyonce's kitchen sink. Don't ask. Just know it's got its own closet and bathroom and I may never leave...

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I'm writing you from underneath Beyonce's kitchen sink. Don't ask. Just know it's got its own closet and bathroom and I may never leave...

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First Day Writing Prompt               Will L.

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First Day Writing Prompt               Will L.

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I am writing you from somewhere cold and dark. Water presses down from beside me but i can still breathe fine, and i think I am dreaming. A great city stretches  out before me, with massive spires made of strange stone. The submerged metropolis has angles that are wrong, and that shouldn't add up but do. There is a presence, watching me, and as I swim through the murky water I feel it getting closer. There are strange creatures sleeping in the city, but their shapes aren't right. Some have two many eyes, too many legs or mouths.  Great big  red eyes follow me, watching me, studying me. I start to hear strange chanting "Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn."