literally practiced how I would react if I found out I won a massive competition that I didn't even enter. so there I was, jumping around my living room, arms in the air—like I was a contestant on a game show—thank you, thank you—now I just need to find the competition. but then I realized I might actually get tackled by the mailman with my luck—why would I assume they would give me good news anyw...
you ever find yourself sending a birthday card to someone who just casually ghosted you two months ago? like, there i am, writing in purple gel pen—an aesthetic choice—about how "the future is bright," and in the back of my mind, i’m remembering the time they forgot my name at a party—awkward moments cataloged like trophies—like why am i doing this? how do i still have an address? this was suppose...
have you ever accidentally gotten into a full-blown parasocial beef with someone else's fan account over an obscure historical figure? yeah, me neither—until I found myself in an angry thread about who actually invented the taco. I was so fired up, I wrote a three-page rebuttal as if this would change the course of culinary history, only to realize I forgot to hit send—thank goodness, because what a way to lose my dignity over a taco war that never involved me.
have you ever accidentally gotten into a full-blown parasocial beef with someone else's fan account over an obscure historical figure? yeah, me neither—until I found myself in an angry thread about who actually invented the taco. I was so fired up, I wrote a three-page rebuttal as if this would change the course of culinary history, only to realize I forgot to hit send—thank goodness, because what a way to lose my dignity over a taco war that never involved me.
Story Name: "The Man My Husband Hired Became My Forbidden Love" Part 3 of 3 I sip my coffee, staring out the window. The sun is shining, but inside, I feel a storm brewing. My husband, Mark, hasn’t spoke a word about the suspicion brewing in his eyes. I can sense it, lurking beneath our mundane conversations, hanging like a dark cloud over our lives. Today, I catch him glancing at me, jaw clenc...