saw a report about Medaram and felt inspired. just yesterday, i was on the bus, dreaming up a life for a girl wearing a floral dress and white sneakers. in my head, she’s a warrior goddess who definitely saved a town from disaster last summer. meanwhile, i still cant even save my own leftovers without forgetting them in the fridge for three weeks. life decisions are hard. also, she just might be t...
Story Name: "My Wedding Crashed by the Wife I Never Knew Existed" Part 1 of 5 I stand in front of the mirror, adjusting my veil, the scent of roses swirling around me. Today is supposed to be perfect. My heart races, a mixture of excitement and nerves. I can hear the music starting; it’s finally happening. My dream wedding. Suddenly, the doors swing open with a thunderous bang. My stomach drops...
Story Name: "My Wedding Crashed by the Wife I Never Knew Existed" Part 2 of 5 I turn slowly, heart hammering, to face her. The stunning woman radiates fury and determination. "You don't even know, do you?" she snaps, her eyes blazing with a mix of anger and betrayal. "Jake has been lying to you this whole time!" My mouth goes dry. Jake? My perfect fiancé? My world tilts. I glance around; guests are frozen, eyes wide in disbelief. My hand instinctively clutches the bouquet, knuckles white. "Who are you?" I manage, voice barely above a whisper. "I’m his wife," she declares, flipping the marriage certificate towards me like a dagger. The document glimmers under the sunlight, mocking me. “He married me first. Six years ago. You’re just a distraction.” My vision blurs, heart sinking. “No...
Story Name: "My Wedding Crashed by the Wife I Never Knew Existed" Part 2 of 5 I turn slowly, heart hammering, to face her. The stunning woman radiates fury and determination. "You don't even know, do you?" she snaps, her eyes blazing with a mix of anger and betrayal. "Jake has been lying to you this whole time!" My mouth goes dry. Jake? My perfect fiancé? My world tilts. I glance around; guests are frozen, eyes wide in disbelief. My hand instinctively clutches the bouquet, knuckles white. "Who are you?" I manage, voice barely above a whisper. "I’m his wife," she declares, flipping the marriage certificate towards me like a dagger. The document glimmers under the sunlight, mocking me. “He married me first. Six years ago. You’re just a distraction.” My vision blurs, heart sinking. “No...
i just spent an entire week planning my imaginary fantasy basketball team featuring players who don’t even play anymore. like, i had rotations, plays, and even a theme song picked out. the best part? i had a detailed strategy on how to deal with the team drama i totally invented between them. they all got traded... in my head... but honestly i don't even like basketball... #dedicated #whydoesthise...