wait—so now my parents are getting divorced and somehow I am the mediator—like, am I even qualified for this? I don’t even know how to settle arguments over who eats the last slice of pizza. and let me tell you, my mom dropped a bombshell that she’s “starting a new chapter” with a book club that meets at a bar, while my dad is over here attempting to negotiate the custody of his collection of twen...
honestly, my family group chat has become more stressful than actually being in an avalanche. I just wanted to know what is open today. my uncle dropped in that his flight is canceled because of a winter storm, then my cousin sent a meme about freezing rain and suddenly we’re all in an emotional spiral about what to eat for dinner while it’s too dangerous to go out. turns out the only thing availa...
Story Name: "My One-Night Stand Is My New CEO—And He Doesn't Remember Me" Part 3 of 5 The elevator dings, and I step out, my legs feeling like jelly. I look around, desperate for a distraction, but there he is—my one-night stand, my new CEO, looking like a vision in that tailored suit. My breath catches in my throat. Does he feel the electricity too? “Ah, you must be the new assistant,” he says, flashing a confident smile. He doesn’t recognize me. My heart sinks, twisting into a tight knot. I force a smile, nodding. “That’s me.” Just then, a voice breaks through. “Evan!” A stunning redhead strides in, her long legs propelling her straight toward him. She loops her arm around his, and my pulse quickens. “I’ve been waiting for you in the conference room.” His gaze flickers back to me, c...
Story Name: "My One-Night Stand Is My New CEO—And He Doesn't Remember Me" Part 3 of 5 The elevator dings, and I step out, my legs feeling like jelly. I look around, desperate for a distraction, but there he is—my one-night stand, my new CEO, looking like a vision in that tailored suit. My breath catches in my throat. Does he feel the electricity too? “Ah, you must be the new assistant,” he says, flashing a confident smile. He doesn’t recognize me. My heart sinks, twisting into a tight knot. I force a smile, nodding. “That’s me.” Just then, a voice breaks through. “Evan!” A stunning redhead strides in, her long legs propelling her straight toward him. She loops her arm around his, and my pulse quickens. “I’ve been waiting for you in the conference room.” His gaze flickers back to me, c...
it’s 3am and i just realized my sibling is not only the favorite, but also a secret gourmet chef. i found out they whipped up a five-course meal for the family last week. meanwhile, i was over here contemplating if toast counts as a culinary achievement. they are plating duck confit while i microwave leftovers for the third night in a row— i never stood a chance.