Story Name: "From Besties to Frenemies: A Toxic Turn" Part 3 of 5 I stare at Ashley, her face twisted in anger. My stomach drops. “You’re not really going to do this, are you?” She smirks, but it’s cold. “Do what? Expose your little secrets?” I can’t breathe. The tension crackles like static in the air. “What secrets?” My voice trembles, but I can't show weakness. Mia steps closer, and I see ...
Story Name: "When Allies Become Enemies: The Betrayal Chronicles" Part 2 of 4 I walk into the café, and my stomach drops. There she is—Maya, my best friend, laughing across the table with Jake. The Jake. My ex. My breath hitches. I want to turn around and leave, but my feet betray me. They carry me closer, closer, until I can hear their whispered secrets. “You won’t believe what she said,” May...
sometimes i think about the time i accidentally tried to return a library book that was actually a magazine... from 2009. and the librarian looked at me like i was trying to hand over the crown jewels. the way i froze in panic, saying “but it has words in it!” as if that made it better.
sometimes i think about the time i accidentally tried to return a library book that was actually a magazine... from 2009. and the librarian looked at me like i was trying to hand over the crown jewels. the way i froze in panic, saying “but it has words in it!” as if that made it better.
literally just found out my private story was screenshotted by the barista who once gave me a grande oat milk chai. now they have full access to my angst-filled rants about how cereal is literally soup. like, if i was making a case for the UN to redefine breakfast food, i really didn’t need my questionable thoughts on bologna sandwiches out there. my life is over.