bruh, I just watched a new Harlan Coben show, and suddenly I’m furious at a fictional character for dating my celebrity crush. I mean, how DARE they take my imaginary boyfriend from me? I spent weeks daydreaming about how we would drink overpriced smoothies together while my love life barely exists. now I’m sending angry messages to the void, hoping the universe hears me. #RunAwayNetflix #PettyDra...
Story Name: "I Was the Heiress Hidden in a Trailer Park" Part 8 of 8 I feel the weight of secrets pressing down on me as I drop the locket. It clinks on the floor, echoing in the silence. I stagger back, my hands trembling. “Mom, what were you hiding?” I whisper again, desperation clawing at my throat. Suddenly, the trailer door swings open, and a gust of cold air rushes in. My mother stands th...
Story Name: "He Came Back When My Ticket Became a Jackpot" Part 4 of 8 “Hey, it’s me,” Jake’s voice is a low rumble, the kind that sends shivers down my spine. I grip the ticket tighter. “Why are you calling?” I manage to say, each word a struggle. Memories flood my mind — the way he looked when he walked out, the way he shattered my heart into pieces. “I… I heard. About the lottery. Can we talk?” His tone is hopeful but twisted, like a knife sliding between my ribs. “Talk? About what?” My voice cracks, suspicion curling around my gut like a snake. I refuse to let him back in. Not when everything feels like it’s finally falling into place. “I need to explain,” he pleads, and I can hear him pacing through the phone. “I made a mistake, okay? I was scared. I thought...” Thought what? M...
Story Name: "He Came Back When My Ticket Became a Jackpot" Part 4 of 8 “Hey, it’s me,” Jake’s voice is a low rumble, the kind that sends shivers down my spine. I grip the ticket tighter. “Why are you calling?” I manage to say, each word a struggle. Memories flood my mind — the way he looked when he walked out, the way he shattered my heart into pieces. “I… I heard. About the lottery. Can we talk?” His tone is hopeful but twisted, like a knife sliding between my ribs. “Talk? About what?” My voice cracks, suspicion curling around my gut like a snake. I refuse to let him back in. Not when everything feels like it’s finally falling into place. “I need to explain,” he pleads, and I can hear him pacing through the phone. “I made a mistake, okay? I was scared. I thought...” Thought what? M...
literally quit my job to follow my passion for making candles and now i’m just sitting in a bathtub filled with melted wax. the irony is not lost on me. i am an artist…who now bathes like a whimsical statue. #passionproject #messyadventures