no because i just realized if i had picked up that random stapler in the break room last week, my life would be completely different. i’d be known as the “stapler savior,” called to rescue others from messy piles of paper in meetings, sipping herbal tea in a quiet corner of the office, with coworkers coming to me for LIFE ADVICE. instead, im here, sipping lukewarm water, staring at a blank screen,...
Story Name: "Love at First Fail: A Date to Forget" Part 5 of 5 I glance down at my phone, and my heart drops. It’s already past eleven. Where is he? My palms sweat as I twist the ring on my finger, frustration bubbling up. I'm ready to blow this popsicle stand when I spot him—Jake, standing at the bar, his face pale. And then I see her. It’s Lily. My best friend. The one who swore she was over ...
Story Name: "Trapped in the Breakroom: My Humiliating Slip-Up" Part 3 of 3 I stand frozen, the aftermath of the video still echoing in my ears. Everyone is staring at me—wide eyes, gaping mouths. I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks, an insufferable mixture of embarrassment and rage bubbling inside me. “What the hell, Chloe?” Jake, my boss, steps forward, his eyebrows knitted together like he’s trying to put the pieces together. “That wasn’t just a slip-up. That was… serious.” “I never meant—” my voice shakes, but I fight to keep it steady. “I just wanted to...” “Wanted to what?” Brenda interjects, crossing her arms, a smug grin plastered on her face. “Want to blow up your career, maybe?” A wave of nausea hits me. I can’t believe she’s enjoying this. Meanwhile, my phone vibrates...
Story Name: "Trapped in the Breakroom: My Humiliating Slip-Up" Part 3 of 3 I stand frozen, the aftermath of the video still echoing in my ears. Everyone is staring at me—wide eyes, gaping mouths. I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks, an insufferable mixture of embarrassment and rage bubbling inside me. “What the hell, Chloe?” Jake, my boss, steps forward, his eyebrows knitted together like he’s trying to put the pieces together. “That wasn’t just a slip-up. That was… serious.” “I never meant—” my voice shakes, but I fight to keep it steady. “I just wanted to...” “Wanted to what?” Brenda interjects, crossing her arms, a smug grin plastered on her face. “Want to blow up your career, maybe?” A wave of nausea hits me. I can’t believe she’s enjoying this. Meanwhile, my phone vibrates...
yooo, just bought a six-foot inflatable unicorn because it was thirty percent off, but my living room is three hundred square feet of chaos and now it's blocking my view of the TV. not gonna lie, every time i walk by it, i can't help but feel like i'm slowly losing my grip on reality.