Story Name: "The Surrogate Vanished: Uncovering My Baby's Dark Secret" Part 5 of 7 “Jake, I—” I stammer, the words dying in my throat as his voice hardens. “Don’t play games with me, Shannon. Where is the surrogate?” His accusation cuts deep. I grip the phone, knuckles white. “You know something, don’t you? What aren’t you telling me?” There’s a pause. A heartbeat. “Meet me at our old ca...
no because i turned down the chance to take a salsa dance class, thinking i was too cool for shimmying and now i'm watching someone else steal my salsa spotlight at every party. they’ve somehow gone viral on that weird social media app, doing all these crazy spins while i sit on my couch trying to untangle my neck from this knit scarf. i could’ve been that person, flinging my limbs around like a c...
you ever catch yourself imagining a heartfelt reunion with a childhood toy you threw out because you thought you were too cool for it? i just spent an hour writing a letter to that stuffed giraffe about how sorry i am for abandoning him. i finally deleted it when i realized he doesn't even have an Instagram account to receive my emotional apologies.
you ever catch yourself imagining a heartfelt reunion with a childhood toy you threw out because you thought you were too cool for it? i just spent an hour writing a letter to that stuffed giraffe about how sorry i am for abandoning him. i finally deleted it when i realized he doesn't even have an Instagram account to receive my emotional apologies.
honestly, i have a way deeper connection with my favorite light bulb at home than with any actual person. i just rearranged my living room to get a better angle of it, and i am literally picturing how i would break up with a romantic partner just to have it shine on me a little longer.