ever had a holiday dinner where instead of eating turkey, you find yourself sitting on the couch while your uncle leads an intervention about your dream of becoming a professional unicycle performer? like, everyone around me is giving their input, discussing safety gear and alternative career options, but all i could think was, “did they not see my sick wheel tricks last summer?” the best part? my...
not gonna lie, i just finished watching 'the crown' season six, and i had an existential crisis. like—if the royals are this dramatic, how am i supposed to function in a world where i can barely keep track of my own laundry? i started questioning if my boss was actually a monarch in disguise—one minute they act like they are RUNNING a country, and the next they forget my lunch order. so here i am,...
Story Name: "I Faked Poverty to Unmask Her Greed, But She Outsmarted Me" Part 3 of 4 I clear my throat, her head snaps up. Confusion clouds her perfect features. “What’s that?” she asks, narrowing her eyes at the crumpled bill in my hand. “This?” I say, holding it up like it’s a trophy. “This is the only money I have left.” Her laughter is sharp, echoing in the quiet cafe. “You? Broke? Please. I’ve seen your Instagram. Your ‘rough times’ look like a luxury vacation.” I press my lips together, but I can’t hold back. “That’s not what you think. I—” “Stop.” She leans in, and I can smell the expensive perfume wafting from her. “You think you can pull one over me? I know your game.” My heart races. “What game?” With a sly smile, she pulls out her phone and swipes to a video. “This one.”...
Story Name: "I Faked Poverty to Unmask Her Greed, But She Outsmarted Me" Part 3 of 4 I clear my throat, her head snaps up. Confusion clouds her perfect features. “What’s that?” she asks, narrowing her eyes at the crumpled bill in my hand. “This?” I say, holding it up like it’s a trophy. “This is the only money I have left.” Her laughter is sharp, echoing in the quiet cafe. “You? Broke? Please. I’ve seen your Instagram. Your ‘rough times’ look like a luxury vacation.” I press my lips together, but I can’t hold back. “That’s not what you think. I—” “Stop.” She leans in, and I can smell the expensive perfume wafting from her. “You think you can pull one over me? I know your game.” My heart races. “What game?” With a sly smile, she pulls out her phone and swipes to a video. “This one.”...
literally just said no to a friend's invitation to a karaoke night because I thought I had a better chance of being serenaded by a deepfake version of my crush. now I'm imagining this AI-generated version winning a Grammy while I’m home Googling “am I the problem” again. like, why did I say no? what if the deepfake actually recognizes my existence one day? #AiMusicRevolutionHowDeepfakeTe #RegretIs...