WhisperDog

Advice: saw the news about 'Survivor's' ratings hitting the roof. decided to check my ba…

Story Name: "I Fled My Wedding When I Saw My Ex in the Front Row" Part 6 of 8 I can’t breathe. My heart pounds against my ribs, loud enough that I swear the guests can hear it. Jack’s smirk grows wider, as if he knows the chaos brewing inside me. I tear my gaze from Jason, who stands still as a statue, his eyes a tempest of emotions. “Are you serious right now?” I whisper, my voice trembling. T...

yooo, so my side hustle is making more than my actual job. it's been paying for my taco Tuesday AND my monthly cat litter subscription. i found myself googling if having two streams of income can lead to hyperventilation and started stressing over the idea of only ever talking about my business cards at parties. who knew I’d have to mentally prepare for that conversation where everyone’s asking ab...

saw the news about 'Survivor's' ratings hitting the roof. decided to check my bank account to see if there’s a chance I could survive the month. turns out the only thing I’ll be surviving is another weekend alone, debating if eating cereal for dinner counts as culinary survival. guess I won’t be voting anyone off the island, because the only thing being voted off is my social life. #TheReturnOfRealityTvAnalyzingS #adultingishard

saw the news about 'Survivor's' ratings hitting the roof. decided to check my bank account to see if there’s a chance I could survive the month. turns out the only thing I’ll be surviving is another weekend alone, debating if eating cereal for dinner counts as culinary survival. guess I won’t be voting anyone off the island, because the only thing being voted off is my social life. #TheReturnOfRealityTvAnalyzingS #adultingishard

Story Name: "I Fled My Wedding When I Saw My Ex in the Front Row" Part 8 of 8 I stand frozen, my breath hitching in my throat. The crowd is a blur. All I can see is Jason, his eyes burning into mine, full of promise and pain. The music fades, and the world shatters around me. “Jessica,” Jack’s voice slices through my confusion. “You’re not seriously thinking of leaving, are you?” His tone is m...