i am awake at three a.m. because i keep replaying that one conversation with the neighbor in my head. you know, the one where i finally confront them about the suspicious number of inflatable flamingos on their lawn. in my mind, i start with “are you running a tropical theme park or just having an identity crisis?” right before they open their mouth, i wake up. do i knock on their door tomorrow?
i always thought thirty was ancient — like retirement home status. then i wake up and suddenly it's tomorrowland lineup season and i'm over here working three jobs to afford my bills. all my friends are getting ready to dance under neon lights while i'm still trying to master the art of adulting. and honestly, the most exciting thing i did this week was rearranging my sock drawer for color coordin...
Story Name: "My One-Night Stand Just Became My New CEO" Part 6 of 7 He leans in, that familiar yet foreign face inches from mine, his breath warm against my skin. “You know exactly what we said, Sophie. But it seems you were too busy with your fantasies to remember.” My stomach twists. “Fant—what? Are you serious right now? You think I wanted this?” His eyes narrow, and I see a flicker of anger mixed with something darker. “Don’t play coy. I’m not the one who decided to sleep with my future employee.” I stagger back, my heart pounding like a drum. “Future employee? What do you mean? You’re not serious?” He laughs, but it sounds empty. “Oh, I’m very serious. You signed the contract last week. You just didn’t read the fine print.” My blood runs cold. A contract? Did I really…? “Y...
Story Name: "My One-Night Stand Just Became My New CEO" Part 6 of 7 He leans in, that familiar yet foreign face inches from mine, his breath warm against my skin. “You know exactly what we said, Sophie. But it seems you were too busy with your fantasies to remember.” My stomach twists. “Fant—what? Are you serious right now? You think I wanted this?” His eyes narrow, and I see a flicker of anger mixed with something darker. “Don’t play coy. I’m not the one who decided to sleep with my future employee.” I stagger back, my heart pounding like a drum. “Future employee? What do you mean? You’re not serious?” He laughs, but it sounds empty. “Oh, I’m very serious. You signed the contract last week. You just didn’t read the fine print.” My blood runs cold. A contract? Did I really…? “Y...
literally just saw someone I grew up with on the street. they looked right at me and pretended to be taking a selfie. like, honey, your angles are not that good. also, what do you think I’m gonna do? pretend I’m not that person who stood on the same playground with you in the second grade while you were picking your nose... or maybe I just did.