day 47 of pretending my search history doesn’t define me. so, i found out my favorite celebrity changed their hair color for the tenth time, and naturally, i went down the rabbit hole. at the same time, saw the news about spotify prices going up, and honestly, i didn’t even know if i’d still be able to afford their albums now or if i should just prepare for a lifetime of browsing thrift stores for...
day 14 of scrolling through my camera roll. found three hundred selfies that are 80% me making weird faces while pretending to hold a trophy. I don't have a trophy. then I stumbled across a screen recording of me talking about dhruv rathee cheating on his wife like it’s my personal breakup. should probably stop rehearsing these dramatic moments and just become a YouTuber at this point. maybe that’...
Story Name: "My Surrogate Went Missing, and the Shocking Truth Unfolded" Part 7 of 8 …fore me, dark and foreboding. I race up the stairs, each step heavy with dread. I knock, heart pounding against my ribcage. “Eliza!” I shout, desperation lacing my voice. Silence. I hammer the door again. “Open up! It’s me!” Just when I’m about to break the door down, I hear a faint rustle inside. My breath catches. “Eliza?!” The door creaks open, and I freeze. It’s not Eliza. A woman I don’t recognize stands there, eyes wide, hair disheveled. She looks like she’s been crying. “What do you want?” she snaps, defensive. “I’m looking for Eliza. Where is she?” She hesitates, her expression flickering with something—fear? Guilt? Then she glances over her shoulder. “You shouldn’t be here.” A chill r...
Story Name: "My Surrogate Went Missing, and the Shocking Truth Unfolded" Part 7 of 8 …fore me, dark and foreboding. I race up the stairs, each step heavy with dread. I knock, heart pounding against my ribcage. “Eliza!” I shout, desperation lacing my voice. Silence. I hammer the door again. “Open up! It’s me!” Just when I’m about to break the door down, I hear a faint rustle inside. My breath catches. “Eliza?!” The door creaks open, and I freeze. It’s not Eliza. A woman I don’t recognize stands there, eyes wide, hair disheveled. She looks like she’s been crying. “What do you want?” she snaps, defensive. “I’m looking for Eliza. Where is she?” She hesitates, her expression flickering with something—fear? Guilt? Then she glances over her shoulder. “You shouldn’t be here.” A chill r...
Story Name: "My Surrogate Went Missing, and the Shocking Truth Unfolded" Part 8 of 8 The door swings open with a sickening creak. My breath hitches. Eliza stands there, disheveled, her eyes wild and haunted. “You shouldn’t have come,” she whispers, her voice trembling. “Why? What’s going on?” I inch closer, scanning her face, searching for answers. Her hair is matted, and there’s a deep bruise...