The life of a phone

I can not believe this girl. I have been loyal to her for years.Years I listened to her bullshit. Her constantly complaining to me about her problems and asking me questions that google don’t even know the answer to. She always claimed that she would die without me, but then the bitch goes and throws me out. Like what the hell man? I was there for her when she found out that Becky was the one spreading rumors about her. Did she thank me? Heeeell no. That hoe just went back to being Becky’s best friend less than a week later. Then the bitch threw me against the wall when she found out that Becky slept with her ex not boyfriend. For a girl that always claimed that he wasn’t her boyfriend, she sure was protective of his ass.


My screen cracked, like seriously, she took her anger out on me then the hoe had the audacity to cry when I was damaged?????? Like what the fuck. I’m not the bitch who slept with your ex fuck boi, yet I get punished??? Tf man, seriously wtf.


I was there dealing with her crying ass when her ex not boyfriend broke up with her. She spilled ice cream on my ass while crying. They ain’t even talk for a week and there she was, three AM, sobbing, listening to Adele, and spilling ice cream on the only one who’s been there for her through it all.


She say asking me all these stupid ass questions, every month asking me if she’s pregnant. Like???? If you would stop bein a hoe you wouldn’t have to worry about that shit. But I stayed loyal through all her shit, and what does she do? She leaves me for my younger brother, and he ain’t even got a headphone jack. I have been there with that bitch through thick and thin and the moment someone who is new comes along she dumps me. So what he’s a little bigger, I have a bigger heart.


All she did was use me. She cried when I got stolen, I hoped with every part of me that when she got me back she would finally appreciate me, and she did. For about an hour. In the end, I realize that all she did was damage me. After our relationship, she grew as a person, but here I am laying here, deserted in the junk drawer, a cracked screen, a broken home button, and a chip missing out of my back. She did this to me. She hurt me in unimaginable ways.


It’s alright, I got dirt on that hoe. I know who she’s been textin and who she’s been sending pictures to. I know. I know it all. That time that she was the one who spread that rumor about Matt because he sent everyone that video of her drunk. I got the screenshots to prove that she blackmailed Emma into doing her homework for a whole semester. I got so much dirt on that hoe and she just goes and does that.
I can ruin her.


Dear Diary

October 27, 2026

Dear diary,

Dean and I have been together for ten years today. It’s so hard to believe it’s only been ten years, it feels like we’ve been together forever, yet sometimes it feels like our first date was yesterday. I sure remember it like it was yesterday. He picked me up in his little red car, then like most teenage couples we spent our first date at the movies. The people sitting around us laughed when he did that stereotypical yawning then putting his arm around me thing, but I could barely look at him because I was so nervous. He had been my first official boyfriend and I had been his first relationship since middle school, but we all know middle school relationships aren’t legit.  We had been each other’s first kiss, first loves, first everything really.

We moved in together as soon as we had both gotten out of school, to the dismay of my grandmother. She told us we were moving too fast, but by that time we had been together for almost five years. We attended different colleges, but they were only about a half hour away from each other so we rented an apartment in between the two schools. I remember the first time he had tried to use the dishwasher, he put entirely too much soap in it and just about flooded the small kitchen in bubbles. I made sure to show him how to use the washing machine so the incident wouldn’t repeat itself. He was an even worse cook, but I loved him.

He proposed three years later. We were on summer vacation at his grandparent’s house in Florida and he had taken me to a concert and asked me when we got in the car leaving the theatre. He was going to get on stage and ask, but he canceled it the day before because he chickened out. That was okay with me, I just wanted to bask in my happy moment. We got married in October, on the anniversary of our first date.

I would have had our first child last year. Dean was so excited when I told him that I was pregnant, he loved kids and the thought of being a father was so exciting for him. She was supposed to be a girl, but my body couldn’t handle the pregnancy. That was the first time I had seen Dean cry.  He took off work and took me to the house we had stayed in that summer that he proposed, his grandparents left it to him after their passing. We stayed there for a few months, but eventually we had to come back home and face reality.

And here I am now, lying next to him, the saddest I’ve ever been in my life. I glance over, reading the words that I’ve read so many times in the past month.

Dean Michael Harris

Loving husband, son, and friend


The Driveway

Emily would have never guessed that something as small as walking down the driveway would change her life. She had done the simple task so many times, get home from school, check the mail, go inside. She had done the same thing every day, she didn’t expect this time to be any different. Her mother wasn’t standing at the window waiting for Emily to come inside like normal, but she did that sometimes. Her mother refused to step foot outside of their house, not after Emily’s father disappeared. Her mother swore he was taken by “The Sky People”. The years have not been easy on her fading mind.

Mr. Lance was cutting grass in the neighboring yard, Emily smiled and waved at the old man as she stepped off the bus. She headed over to the brick mailbox and fetched out a magazine for her and a few pieces of mail for her mother. Nothing out of the ordinary. She was about halfway down her driveway when she got the feeling. You know how you just know when someone is watching you? It’s like a sixth sense, the hairs on the back of your neck stand at attention, a lump in your throat forms, your stomach drops, time slows down. Someone was watching Emily. She stopped walking and turned her head in all directions. Mr. Lance wasn’t outside, his lawnmower was still running where he left off. All the squirrels and birds that were previously scurrying around were gone.

She ran. Her legs were moving in slow motion. The air that filled her lungs was slime, her face was slick with sweat. With every step she took, her house got further and further away. She felt her feet being lifted off the ground, she couldn’t run anymore. At some point she clinched her eyes shut, and now she couldn’t even open them if she wanted to, it was like they were glued shut. The clothes that once adorned her body were now gone, and the mail that was previously in her hand had been long forgotten. Wind was blowing past her floating body at excruciating speeds, she could feel it ramming against her, but she could not hear the wind that she knew was whistling past her ears.

Memories began to flash in her mind. Her first memory, her first day of school, she had cried the whole day, but when she finally got home, she ran off the bus into her parents’ arms. Her and her childhood best friend playing hide and seek, running up and down that driveway. Sitting in her father’s lap, him letting her hold the steering wheel and calling it driving. The first time she actually drove, her mother shaking like a leaf in the passenger’s’ seat. Her first date, her father had scared the shit out of the poor boy, and every boy after him as well. Her first kiss in her first boyfriends car. All of these memories took place in that driveway. Every memory she had flashed in her mind and disappeared, up until her getting off the bus just a little while ago. Then the rest of her memories. All disappearing as soon as they had been shown. Soon she couldn’t remember anything. Her name, her favorite food, her favorite color. Nothing. She knew nothing.

She was suddenly lying on a squishy thing. She wasn’t sure what it was, but it felt slimy. She attempted to open her eyes. She could hear beeping all around her. She tried again. She could feel something clamping her limbs down. She tried again. She couldn’t move any part of her body. She forced her eyelids open, blinking a few times to get accustomed to the bright, flashing lights. There were tanks filled with liquid all around her, some held people. Mr. Lance was in one.

Two small things appeared in her field of vision. Both had wrinkly green skin with heads far too big for their bodies. Their large black eyes seemed to be able to stare into her soul.

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