Story Name: "Living with a Human Garbage Disposal" Part 3 of 6 Okay, so after that little kitchen disaster with the mystery casserole that had turned into a science project, I thought I’d reached my limit. But oh, how naïve I was. You see, my roommate, let’s call her Claire, had a peculiar attachment to her treasures... aka, the food she *swore* she'd eat, but instead just let fester in the frid...
Story Name: "Grade A Disaster: The Night My Life Crumbled" Part 2 of 3 As I’m standing there, my heart pounding like a bass drum at a rave, my phone buzzes again. It’s a message from Professor Thompson—can you believe it? He’s actually responding! My stomach drops. “What do you mean by this? Meet me in my office hours tomorrow?” Oh hell no. I literally feel like I’m descending into an abyss....
Story Name: "The Viral Video That Ruined My Life" Part 8 of 7 ...screenshot of a group chat where people were discussing my video. And not just discussing—no, they were literally roasting me to bits. I mean, I thought everyone was past it, but apparently, the drama was just heating up. These people were getting creative, and it was savage. I felt my heart drop; it was like watching a slow-motion car crash, and I was stuck in the driver’s seat. So, naturally, I did what any logical person would do—I went full-on detective mode. I started digging through this account’s posts, trying to figure out who they were. My fingers were flying over my phone screen like it was a high-stakes poker game. And that’s when I found it. A familiar name popped up, and I nearly dropped my phone. It was someo...
Story Name: "The Viral Video That Ruined My Life" Part 8 of 7 ...screenshot of a group chat where people were discussing my video. And not just discussing—no, they were literally roasting me to bits. I mean, I thought everyone was past it, but apparently, the drama was just heating up. These people were getting creative, and it was savage. I felt my heart drop; it was like watching a slow-motion car crash, and I was stuck in the driver’s seat. So, naturally, I did what any logical person would do—I went full-on detective mode. I started digging through this account’s posts, trying to figure out who they were. My fingers were flying over my phone screen like it was a high-stakes poker game. And that’s when I found it. A familiar name popped up, and I nearly dropped my phone. It was someo...
it’s not that i’m obsessed, it’s just that my spotify wrapped showed a criminal amount of hours spent listening to the breaking bad soundtrack. i don’t even like that show. yet here i am, pretending to be a high-stakes chemist while avoiding actual adult responsibilities like taxes and social interaction. spent the whole night crying while analyzing lyrics like i’m plotting my own life’s escape pl...