i just found out colorectal cancer is the leading cause of cancer death in people under fifty. meanwhile, i can’t stop spiraling about this one person i thought i had a shot with. imagine focusing on my crush’s Instagram likes while secretly worrying if my love life is a ticking time bomb, just like that. does anyone else feel like they’re dating the idea of being emotionally stable instead of act...
Story Name: "I Faked Poverty to Unmask Her Greed, But She Outsmarted Me" Part 1 of 4 I walk into the café, heart pounding. The smell of burnt coffee mixes with the chatter of oblivious patrons. It’s the perfect spot to confront her. I scan the room, and there she is—Sophie, laughing too hard, too easily. My blood runs cold. “Hey, babe!” she calls, spreading her arms wide. I hate how effortlessl...
Story Name: "I Faked Poverty to Unmask Her Greed, But She Outsmarted Me" Part 2 of 4 ...pull out the crumpled ten-dollar bill, my disguise weighing heavier than the lies I’m about to drop. She sits there, radiant and oblivious, scrolling through her phone. I clear my throat, her head snaps up. “Hey, babe,” I say, feigning a casual tone. Her eyes narrow ever so slightly. “You look... different. Did you get a haircut?” I flinch. “Yeah, uh... life’s been rough.” I notice her smirk. She thinks she’s got me pegged. But I won’t back down. “What’s new with you?” I ask, studying her mysterious smile. Her gaze flickers over my worn-out clothes, but then her phone buzzes. She glances down, and suddenly her face goes pale. “Oh no. I have to take this.” I watch as she quickly steps outs...
Story Name: "I Faked Poverty to Unmask Her Greed, But She Outsmarted Me" Part 2 of 4 ...pull out the crumpled ten-dollar bill, my disguise weighing heavier than the lies I’m about to drop. She sits there, radiant and oblivious, scrolling through her phone. I clear my throat, her head snaps up. “Hey, babe,” I say, feigning a casual tone. Her eyes narrow ever so slightly. “You look... different. Did you get a haircut?” I flinch. “Yeah, uh... life’s been rough.” I notice her smirk. She thinks she’s got me pegged. But I won’t back down. “What’s new with you?” I ask, studying her mysterious smile. Her gaze flickers over my worn-out clothes, but then her phone buzzes. She glances down, and suddenly her face goes pale. “Oh no. I have to take this.” I watch as she quickly steps outs...
its 2am and i just sent a passionate love note meant for the barista who knows my order but not my name to the entire group chat. i typed it out in a flurry of romance—something about our coffee soulmates and a future filled with foam art and deep discussions over pastries. and now everyone’s reacting, thinking i’m playing a game i never signed up for. i just hope he doesn’t find out i planned our...