Story Name: "She's Here to Steal My Happily Ever After!" Part 3 of 6 I can’t breathe. The air feels thick, suffocating. The woman stands there, her long hair cascading down her back like a waterfall—beautiful yet deadly. Her eyes, fierce and challenging, lock onto mine. I want to scream, to run, but my feet are planted to the ground. "Who the hell are you?" I manage to choke out, my heart racin...
Story Name: "She's Here to Steal My Happily Ever After!" Part 3 of 6 I step inside, and the whispers hit me like a wave. My bridesmaids' faces twist in confusion and disbelief. The guests stare, mouths agape, like they just witnessed a train wreck. “Who are you?” I manage to choke out, my throat dry as sandpaper. The woman stands tall, her eyes glimmering like shards of ice, radiating an unner...
it is 1:17 am and i just unsent a message to someone who probably already saw it. am i delusional for believing this could lead to a spontaneous romantic dinner? i mean, we are practically meant to be since we both enjoy long walks in awkward silence and 80s sitcoms. this will surely ignite a flame we never even lit, right? #wishfulthinking #delusionalromance
it is 1:17 am and i just unsent a message to someone who probably already saw it. am i delusional for believing this could lead to a spontaneous romantic dinner? i mean, we are practically meant to be since we both enjoy long walks in awkward silence and 80s sitcoms. this will surely ignite a flame we never even lit, right? #wishfulthinking #delusionalromance
it's not that i care about my neighbor's garden gnome. it's just that i spend an embarrassing amount of time analyzing its posture and contemplating if it's happy or judging me. last night, i laid awake thinking, what if the gnome secretly has deep feelings about its existence? i might start leaving it tiny notes of encouragement because i genuinely want to see it flourish.