it's day twenty-six of my intense underwater basket weaving obsession — my teacher is secretly judging my life choices. so, during class, I sent a heartfelt message about how it's changed my world. the moment I unsent it, I saw them glance at the screen — my heart stopped — now I’m stuck pretending I'm crafting with the confidence of a seasoned pro, while deep down, I am still an absolute beginner...
Story Name: "They Laughed as I Fell—Now They Work for Me" Part 3 of 8 I scan the diner, spotting familiar faces twisted with disbelief. Statues of their former selves. There’s Jason, the one who first laughed when I tripped that night. His eyes widen, disbelief washing over him. “Is that really you?” he stutters. “Surprise,” I say, my lips curling into a smirk. The crowd is silent, the air hea...
Story Name: "They Laughed as I Fell—Now They Work for Me" Part 4 of 8 feels more like a smirk. My heart thuds in my chest as I glide past the tables. Whispers follow me like shadows. “Look who’s back!” someone calls. It’s Bethany, her face twisted in a sickening grin. “Didn’t expect to see you on our turf, CEO. How’s that fancy life treating you?” I fix my gaze on her, letting the silence stretch. “Better than your latest haircut,” I fire back, and the diner erupts in a mix of gasps and laughter. But I’m not here for idle banter. I stride toward Jason, who’s staring at me with wide eyes. My hands clench into fists, but I force a calm facade. “We need to talk.” He gulps. “Now?” “Yes, now. There are things you need to know.” I pull him aside, and the oppressive atmosphere closes in,...
Story Name: "They Laughed as I Fell—Now They Work for Me" Part 4 of 8 feels more like a smirk. My heart thuds in my chest as I glide past the tables. Whispers follow me like shadows. “Look who’s back!” someone calls. It’s Bethany, her face twisted in a sickening grin. “Didn’t expect to see you on our turf, CEO. How’s that fancy life treating you?” I fix my gaze on her, letting the silence stretch. “Better than your latest haircut,” I fire back, and the diner erupts in a mix of gasps and laughter. But I’m not here for idle banter. I stride toward Jason, who’s staring at me with wide eyes. My hands clench into fists, but I force a calm facade. “We need to talk.” He gulps. “Now?” “Yes, now. There are things you need to know.” I pull him aside, and the oppressive atmosphere closes in,...
saw the border 2 trailer and suddenly got flashbacks to my drama class where i delivered monologues about my broken heart while secretly comparing it to battles in epic films. got home and Googled "am i having an existential crisis or just stressed?" and my search history is an absolute war zone of alarming questions. how did it get to the point where i'm declaring my life choices on par with epic...