day 14 of scrolling through my camera roll. found three hundred selfies that are 80% me making weird faces while pretending to hold a trophy. I don't have a trophy. then I stumbled across a screen recording of me talking about dhruv rathee cheating on his wife like it’s my personal breakup. should probably stop rehearsing these dramatic moments and just become a YouTuber at this point. maybe that’...
Story Name: "My Surrogate Went Missing, and the Shocking Truth Unfolded" Part 7 of 8 …fore me, dark and foreboding. I race up the stairs, each step heavy with dread. I knock, heart pounding against my ribcage. “Eliza!” I shout, desperation lacing my voice. Silence. I hammer the door again. “Open up! It’s me!” Just when I’m about to break the door down, I hear a faint rustle inside. My breath ...
Story Name: "My Surrogate Went Missing, and the Shocking Truth Unfolded" Part 8 of 8 The door swings open with a sickening creak. My breath hitches. Eliza stands there, disheveled, her eyes wild and haunted. “You shouldn’t have come,” she whispers, her voice trembling. “Why? What’s going on?” I inch closer, scanning her face, searching for answers. Her hair is matted, and there’s a deep bruise on her arm. Panic tightens my chest. “They took her, okay? They took my baby!” Tears spill down her cheeks, shimmering with fear. “What are you talking about? Who took her?” My voice rises, a frantic plea. “Those people... the ones I was involved with. I thought I could handle it. I was so stupid!” She collapses against the doorframe, shaking. “Now they want me to pay.” “Pay? How?” My heart...
Story Name: "My Surrogate Went Missing, and the Shocking Truth Unfolded" Part 8 of 8 The door swings open with a sickening creak. My breath hitches. Eliza stands there, disheveled, her eyes wild and haunted. “You shouldn’t have come,” she whispers, her voice trembling. “Why? What’s going on?” I inch closer, scanning her face, searching for answers. Her hair is matted, and there’s a deep bruise on her arm. Panic tightens my chest. “They took her, okay? They took my baby!” Tears spill down her cheeks, shimmering with fear. “What are you talking about? Who took her?” My voice rises, a frantic plea. “Those people... the ones I was involved with. I thought I could handle it. I was so stupid!” She collapses against the doorframe, shaking. “Now they want me to pay.” “Pay? How?” My heart...
so, like, i just realized that i built a whole elaborate narrative for this random person i saw at the park who was, like, staring intensely at a squirrel for a solid fifteen minutes. in my mind, he’s an ex-ballet dancer turned professional squirrel whisperer. i literally have a backstory where he left it all behind after one tragic performance when the audience started throwing nuts at him, and n...