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An Obsolete Item
The Last Charging CableI keep one in the drawer by my bed, coiled neatly like a habit I can’t quite break. A charging cable. Black, frayed near one end, the plastic split just enough that you can see the silver threading underneath tiny veins carrying power from the wall into my phone, into my life.…
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Back in Time
Sarah Thompson blinked awake to the soft chime of her alarm clock radio on the nightstand. The room was dim; sunlight filtered through heavy avocado-green drapes. She stretched, feeling unusually stiff, her joints aching like she’d run a marathon in her sleep. At 35, she thought with a yawn, these little creaks were starting to…
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A Lifetime of One Thing
The letter arrived without ceremony no gold seal, no confetti, just a thin white envelope waiting among bills and grocery flyers. Inside was a single page that read:Congratulations. You have won a lifetime of one thing. Please choose wisely.There were rules printed in smaller letters. No money. No immortality. No undoing death. Just one thing,…
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Everything for Free
They woke up expecting alarms, bills, and the quiet dread of checking balances.Instead, the screens were blank.Prices were gone not crossed out, not marked $0.00, just… absent. Grocery apps showed pictures of food with no numbers beneath them. Gas station signs flickered, then settled into nothing but brand logos. Rent portals refreshed endlessly, as if…
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Lucy’s Decision Dilemma
Lucy stood in the kitchen long after the coffee had gone cold, the morning light slanting in through the blinds and striping the floor like a quiet accusation. The decision had already been made—signed, sent, irreversible in the way only ordinary choices ever are—but her body hadn’t caught up to that fact yet. Her chest…
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Overrated
Everyone agreed the most important thing in the world was being busy.Busy meant valuable. Busy meant success. Busy meant you are needed, in demand, indispensable. People wore exhaustion like a badge, traded stories of sleepless nights the way others traded souvenirs. Calendars packed tight became proof of worth.No one questioned it—until the day the clocks…
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Future Advise
If I could go back ten years, I wouldn’t arrive with dramatic music or grand warnings. I’d find myself in an ordinary moment, sitting on the edge of a bed, phone in hand, heart quietly convinced that life was already behind schedule.I’d sit down beside her and let the silence stretch first. She wouldn’t trust…
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$100 Relaxation Day
She had exactly two free hours and exactly one hundred dollars, which felt less like a budget and more like a challenge the universe had issued with a raised eyebrow.She stood on the sidewalk outside her apartment, phone in hand, scrolling through options she didn’t really want. Massages were too expensive. Shopping felt rushed. A…
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Unexpected Embarrassment
It was the kind of embarrassment that doesn’t explode all at once—it blooms slowly, painfully, with no way to stop it.I was in a small group, mid-conversation, feeling unusually confident. The topic shifted to something I thought I knew well. I leaned forward, animated, ready to contribute something thoughtful—maybe even insightful. Words came easily. Too…
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Bad Habit
Everyone always said my worst habit was never throwing anything away.Old emails. Screenshots of conversations. Receipts from years ago. Notes scribbled on napkins and stuffed into the drawers. I told myself it was organization, but it was really fear—fear that someday I’d need proof of something I couldn’t yet name.Friends teased me for it. “Digital…
Saturday Afternoon 