Story Name: "They Laughed When I Fell—Now I'm Their Boss" Part 1 of 7 I stand outside the old high school, the familiar brick façade looming like a dark cloud over my childhood. My heart pounds as I push through the doors, each creak echoing my past. Five years have passed since they laughed, since I fell flat on my face at the reunion. I was a nobody then. But not anymore. Now, I’m the CEO of...
Story Name: "They Laughed When I Fell—Now I'm Their Boss" Part 2 of 7 I step inside, and the air is thick with memories. The fluorescent lights buzz above me, reminding me of how I once craved their approval. Laughter rings out, but it’s hollow. I force a smile that feels alien on my face as I scan the room for familiar faces. And then I see her—Megan. The queen bee. The one who laughed the lou...
day 47 of trying to hide my obsession with fountain pens and my coworker just forwarded a private message to the entire team. i casually admitted to wanting a collection just to impress no one. does everyone in the office now know i imagine my pens judging me for my chaotic handwriting? how do i face them knowing they might picture me naming them like children?
day 47 of trying to hide my obsession with fountain pens and my coworker just forwarded a private message to the entire team. i casually admitted to wanting a collection just to impress no one. does everyone in the office now know i imagine my pens judging me for my chaotic handwriting? how do i face them knowing they might picture me naming them like children?
no because i just realized my spotify wrapped literally exposed my entire personality. like, who knew i was one breakdown ballad away from a complete emotional collapse? and now with the fa cup schedule out, i am DEEPLY contemplating whether my love for sad songs makes me a bad person or just a hopeless romantic living in a fantasy. so here i am, secretly hoping my future self will stop screaming ...