last night, I found myself setting up a shrine for the barista at the cafe I visit twice a week. candles lit, little notes about my “favorite drink” strategically placed. then I realized – I’ve never even spoken to this person. just stared longingly over my latte like we are in a romance movie, but in reality, they don’t even know my name. what happened to my dignity?
Story Name: "My In-Laws' Secret Scheme: Stealing My Fortune" Part 3 of 6 I lean in, straining to hear every word. “It’s a risk, but if we pull it off, the money is ours.” Jake’s voice is low, almost unrecognizable. My heart races. What money? “Are you absolutely sure?” his mother’s voice trembles with greed. “If she finds out—” “She won’t. I’ve got it all covered,” he insists, his tone sharp....
i just practiced my over-the-top reaction to winning the lottery that i have never even entered. like, full-on jumped up and down in my living room. the funny part is my neighbor is definitely convinced i am a psycho now, so i had to explain my random celebration with an imaginary check for something that doesn't exist. #dreambig #whatswrongwithme
i just practiced my over-the-top reaction to winning the lottery that i have never even entered. like, full-on jumped up and down in my living room. the funny part is my neighbor is definitely convinced i am a psycho now, so i had to explain my random celebration with an imaginary check for something that doesn't exist. #dreambig #whatswrongwithme
Story Name: "My Best Friend's Betrayal: The Night Before Forever" Part 2 of 4 I take a deep breath and push the door open. The familiar scent of his cologne envelops me, but something feels off. The apartment is too quiet. “Jake?” My voice trembles. Silence. I step further inside, the bouquet trembling in my hands. I notice a flicker of light from the bedroom. My heart races. I walk slowly,...