The apartment reeked of existential dread and leftover pizza. Mara stared at her laptop, fingers hovering over the keyboard, as her golden retriever, Biscuit, performed a synchronized dance with a lone sock. The sock had been missing for three days—until…
Mabel’s attic reeked of lavender and desperation. She’d promised her grandma a quilt for her 80th birthday, but the fabric store had closed early, leaving Mabel with only a bin of yarn labeled “UNSPECIFIED COLOR.” “This is fine,” she muttered,…
The cat, dressed in a tiny trench coat and fedora, peered through a magnifying glass at the crumpled tuna can. The dog, lounging nearby, yawned. ‘Evidence! ‘ the cat hissed. ‘The culprit is clearly… *you*.’ ‘I’m just here for the…
Karen spread her yoga mat in the park, chanting, ‘I am unstoppable!’ A squirrel paused mid-scurry, staring. She grinned. ‘You believe in me, don’t you?’ The squirrel chittered, then snatched her peanut butter sandwich. Karen gasped. ‘That’s not a setback—it’s…
Kevin stared at his phone, fingers twitching. The internet had declared 2023 the Year of the Strawberry Milkshake, and he’d already fallen behind. His feed was a parade of neon-green blends, turmeric shots, and something called ‘avocado-kiwi chaos.’ He needed…
Alex woke up to the scent of burnt toast—only it wasn’t their toaster. The appliance sat lifeless, its crumb tray empty. They cursed, slapping the side. Nothing. ‘Come on, you piece of—’ The doorbell rang. It was the mailman, holding…
Gary’s garage reeked of glue and regret. Stacked paper towers wobbled like drunk skyscrapers, and a half-finished sculpture—his so-called ‘masterpiece’—dangled from the ceiling, held together by 37 tubes of craft glue. Mrs. Pudelki, his neighbor, peered through the window, her…
Jake dropped to one knee in the park, a ring box clutched in his fist. Lisa stared at him, her eyebrow arching like a questioning cat. ‘Lisa,’ he said, voice trembling with faux drama, ‘you’re the avocado to my toast,…
Gary muttered, “I am worthy,” as Biscuit snatched his left sock. “I am confident,” he declared, but the dog hurled a vase into pieces. “I am peaceful,” Gary sighed, as Biscuit rolled in the debris. Then, laughter erupted—Gary realized chaos…
Zoey, a 19-year-old TikTok enthusiast, stared at her phone, jaw clenched. The new dance challenge—”The Boomerang Bop”—had 10 million views, and she’d missed the window. “I’m gonna die in obscurity,” she moaned, pacing her room littered with neon fidget spinners…