day 47 of waiting for my sibling to return the seven dollars they borrowed, which honestly feels like the start of my own dystopian novel. are they using it to fund a secret taco stand? did they time travel to the past and inadvertently cause a taco shortage? how is it possible that my wallet has more cobwebs than cash? literally every time i pass a taco stand, i consider calling them, but what wo...
Story Name: "My Maid of Honor’s Toast Unveiled a Shocking Secret" Part 3 of 4 My heart races as I watch Ethan's face drain of color. He stumbles back, almost colliding with the table behind him. I can’t breathe. The murmurs swarm around me like angry wasps, buzzing with disbelief. “Jessica, what are you talking about?” I manage to choke out, my voice trembling. I try to pierce through the chao...
bruh, you ever casually looked at someone’s phone while they slept, and suddenly you're knee-deep in a ten-page manifesto about the emotional complexities of bread? like, who has that much to say about sourdough versus whole grain? now i can’t stop questioning every meal choice i make.
bruh, you ever casually looked at someone’s phone while they slept, and suddenly you're knee-deep in a ten-page manifesto about the emotional complexities of bread? like, who has that much to say about sourdough versus whole grain? now i can’t stop questioning every meal choice i make.
Story Name: "My Maid of Honor’s Toast Unveiled a Shocking Secret" Part 3 of 4 I can’t breathe. The air feels heavy, suffocating. My mother’s face twists in shock, her mouth agape. Ethan’s expression? Completely blank. “Is this true?” I manage to choke out, my voice trembling. The entire room holds its breath. All eyes are on him, and for a moment, it feels like time stops. Jessica’s face flus...