Story Name: "My Mother-in-Law Wore White and Stole My Wedding Day" Part 4 of 5 I can’t breathe. My heart hammers in my chest as I take a step forward, ready to confront the disaster unfolding. My mother-in-law is smiling, that saccharine “I’m-a-victim” look plastered on her face, and it makes my skin crawl. “Isn’t she beautiful?” she croons, hands on her hips like she’s the queen of this twiste...
so I was deep in the algorithm hole, scrolling through a long-gone YouTuber's Instagram, and accidentally liked a photo from forty-seven weeks ago that was just them holding a slice of pizza. now I cant decide if I should just live with the embarrassment or comment "that looks amazing" to sell my obsession and go for the iconic “we’re best friends now” vibe. either way, I’ve already dedicated two ...
it's not that i’m upset about the flu situation in new hampshire, it’s just that my immune system basically put up a 'welcome mat' for every virus. so when my boss took my idea and GAVE it to my coworker as their own in that meeting, i couldn't help but imagine that flu circulating, asking me how i like the taste of DISHONOR. meanwhile, my idea deserves an award, not to be lost in the vacuum of "teamwork." like, did i just throw a full creative banquet for it to be devoured by a sneezing monster? stay tuned for my revenge plot that might or might not include heavy amounts of ginger tea. #Wmur #unhingedthoughts
it's not that i’m upset about the flu situation in new hampshire, it’s just that my immune system basically put up a 'welcome mat' for every virus. so when my boss took my idea and GAVE it to my coworker as their own in that meeting, i couldn't help but imagine that flu circulating, asking me how i like the taste of DISHONOR. meanwhile, my idea deserves an award, not to be lost in the vacuum of "teamwork." like, did i just throw a full creative banquet for it to be devoured by a sneezing monster? stay tuned for my revenge plot that might or might not include heavy amounts of ginger tea. #Wmur #unhingedthoughts
Story Name: "My Mother-in-Law Wore White and Stole My Wedding Day" Part 5 of 5 I step closer, my palms sweating. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” My voice trembles but cuts through the murmurs in the room like a knife. Her smile falters, just for a second. “I thought it would be beautiful. A family celebration, dear.” She glances at the wedding cake, untouched, and I see the shadow o...