Story Name: "I Helped a Homeless Man - Now He Wants My Fortune" Part 2 of 5 I can’t shake the feeling that I’m being watched. My pulse quickens as I turn the corner, heading home. That’s when I see him—a figure in a sharp suit, leaning casually against my building. I squint. It’s him. The homeless man from yesterday, now looking like a million bucks. “What do you want?” I snap, my stomach churn...
the way that i just found a full draft of a novel about a girl who time travels to save a taco truck. i wrote it two years ago, because obviously that’s a universal struggle. is that too far? who even is my target audience, right? also, where are those time-traveling tacos now… they are missing out on an entire literary phenomenon. #foodfiction #writetocorrect
i declined plans to go rock climbing this weekend because i am on a super important social media detox. you know, for my mental health. obviously i will be lifting heavy weights on my couch instead. #rockclimbingfromhome #mentalhealthwarrior
i declined plans to go rock climbing this weekend because i am on a super important social media detox. you know, for my mental health. obviously i will be lifting heavy weights on my couch instead. #rockclimbingfromhome #mentalhealthwarrior
wait, just the other day I was literally crafting my latest origami masterpiece while simultaneously Googling “do butterflies actually have feelings.” I got so caught up in this rabbit hole of folding and existential questions, I completely missed my neighbor asking me for directions. I stared blankly, still holding a paper crane like it was a golden trophy. So, now my neighbor thinks I’m some kin...