just realized that moving across the country for a pottery class seemed like a solid idea until the instructor ghosted me three weeks in. now i have thirty clay pots that look like they belong in a horror film and a collection of texts begging the universe to return my pottery soulmate. at least my new roommate thinks they are "artistic." they clearly do not understand my tragic love story with ea...
Story Name: "I Hated My Rich Family—Then I Learned the Truth" Part 5 of 8 I pull my phone from my pocket. A text from a number I don’t recognize. My pulse quickens. “Meet me at the old pier. Midnight. I have something you need to know.” Every instinct screams at me to ignore it. But curiosity pulls me in like a tide. I can’t help it. I glance back at my mom’s house—dark and silent. I get int...
Story Name: "I Hated My Rich Family—Then I Learned the Truth" Part 6 of 8 I arrive at the old pier, the moon casting a ghostly glow on the water. The air is thick with tension. My heart races, pounding in my ears. I scan the shadows, expecting a face from my past, or maybe someone I don’t want to see. Then I see him. A figure emerges, his coat flapping in the wind. It’s Liam—my birth family's golden boy. My stomach sinks. What does he want? His expression is serious, almost pained. "Why did you ask me to come?" I demand, trying to mask the fear in my voice. "You need to know the truth," he says, his eyes locking onto mine. "It's about your mother… and why you were switched." My blood runs cold. My mother? The woman who raised me? “Liam, stop with the riddles!” I snap, fists clen...
Story Name: "I Hated My Rich Family—Then I Learned the Truth" Part 6 of 8 I arrive at the old pier, the moon casting a ghostly glow on the water. The air is thick with tension. My heart races, pounding in my ears. I scan the shadows, expecting a face from my past, or maybe someone I don’t want to see. Then I see him. A figure emerges, his coat flapping in the wind. It’s Liam—my birth family's golden boy. My stomach sinks. What does he want? His expression is serious, almost pained. "Why did you ask me to come?" I demand, trying to mask the fear in my voice. "You need to know the truth," he says, his eyes locking onto mine. "It's about your mother… and why you were switched." My blood runs cold. My mother? The woman who raised me? “Liam, stop with the riddles!” I snap, fists clen...
not gonna lie, i spent an entire afternoon wondering if my succulent plant feels abandoned because i forgot to water it for three weeks. do they plot revenge against their owners like cats do? because if my little cactus comes to life and starts telling the neighborhood about my neglect, i might have to consider my life choices.