Anonymity storie

A poet, never known. A soul, never shown. An ambitious dream, crushed into pieces. And I remain here-chasing my dream, practicing, fantasizing, and hoping. If you have a poetic soul, read this. If you hold no depth within you, I recommend skipping. The Diary of an Anonymous Poet includes poems for an anonymous poet, by an anonymous author. The "anonymous" poet is the one behind this screen-writing and inspiring you to chase your dream. Under the pseudonym Olivia, I write fiction. Under the nickname Unknown or Anonymous, I write poetry.

Zostało mało czasu do zakończenia roku szkolnego. Marinette nie była zbyt towarzyską osobą. Czy jeden, dziwny pomysł nauczycielki odmieni jej dotychczasowy pogląd na świat? Czy anonimowemu koledze uda się zdobyć jej zaufanie? I najważniejsze.. czy dziewczyna weźmie się w garść i spełni swoje marzenia..? #1 w anonymity 25.11.2018

"Train I ride goes to God knows where, I don't know and I don't care. If you ain't got money don't despair, 'cause you don't have to pay no fare." [Short Story] [Started: 10/12/2024] [Completed: 05/11/2025] [Cover made by @Purplemist14]

Inspired by Autumn and the changing of the seasons, this poem tries to capture how our attitudes and our opinions towards falling in love change at a moment's notice. The Orange Passenger is a friend of mine who still thinks mullets are cool, the last of a dying breed...

Duvamis Startup offers an unique combination of innovative concepts and functions, coupled with consumer usefulness and demand for completely anonymous online communication.

Childhood love are said to never be true. What happens when two aristocrats get drawn to each other despite their anonymity? After a decade of solitude and yearning for their childhood sweetheart, will they recognize each other? A romance tale never told before. One you will not find anywhere but here. Read to find out whether true love always prevails. {A romance one shot} { Very endearing, read at your own risk}

Hey Are you fine? Hope yes. I don't believe that "I'm just tired" Talk. Yell. Scream. Shout. Tell it to someone.

'but you don't want me, and you never will, and that's alright. you're too out of reach for me to have you.' letters from a person in love to a person that shall never receive them. poetic but not exactly poetry. a shadow in love with the sun, alone in a crowded world. trying, but never quite enough.

This is a story about a girl--it could be yourself, it could be someone completely random--who has an intense love for "him" a completely unnamed, undescribed boy who aspires to be an actor. Follow them, preferably someone you are with/would like to be with as they deal with life, work, problems, and each other. This story was written to have your own twist on it. Characters were left with none to very vague description so that they fit what your mind thinks of. Also, this story is an experiment. I'm not the best writer in the world, and I would have to say that this is my biggest project of what I've written so far. I'm not sure how often it will be updated due to the fact that I sort of have a life outside of writing and the internet. If you have any suggestions, questions, or comments, please leave them. I need input on how to make my writing better. And if you do, please be nice about it. ONE LAST THING ~ This story is an ongoing series, I don't know how I'm going to end it or where I'm going to end it. I'm winging it COMPLETELY. Please take my survey on how you picture 'him': https://docs.google.com/forms/d/1dESi6GaG4xZo4wiC5NrDNv46uPUh275BuUJX10XZVWQ/viewform

Online.. One of the most dangerous places. Yet, Sometimes you can find the best people. But you should always keep an eye out. Unless you wanna end up like Little Addy. ....... Addy Mcintre, A 16 year old female, Claiming her life as miserable, painful, unsatisfying, horrid, just "unlivable". Her parents who are rather uncaring, have left her several days without a single thing to do. Life was pressuring her down and soon came a moment where she was ready to end it all. Until she started chatting with someone and it changed her point of view. But... Who knew that would destroy her even more.. Find out what happens by reading "No one like you" COMING SOON!

Within these letters I have sense, Without the explanation, Written by a creature, Who secludes my configuration, Do you dear reader, have the knowledge, To decipher me into meaning, And unlock my true appearance, Understand my formal being? ... Copyright 2014 curiousraccoon (aka curiousi-tea) {COVER BY @ DECAPITATE}

An anonymous pen pal system is introduced to Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It's one and only purpose? Unify the school. Break down the hate between the houses. Prove that, above all, every single student is a PERSON, regardless of their house. There's something about anonymity that starts to appeal to Harry James Potter. It's a chance he may never come upon again. To have someone get to know him. The REAL him. It was an opportunity to make a name for himself, define who he is, without the rock-hard preconceived notions strangling him. No connotations glued to his name. Draco Lucious Malfoy's stance on the whole concept couldn't be more contrary. As a Slytherin, Draco has experienced first hand the true extent of house prejudice. He knows a few scraps of parchment will never change what's been rooted into the very foundation of Hogwarts. Draco's sixth year is fraught with secrets, challenges, and moral dilemmas. He has no time to humour a pointless anti-animosity initiative. Unfortunately, Draco's bloody pen-pal is quite insistent that he open up. Disclaimers: --This is gay. Very gay. All the homo. bxb. --No hate to anyone, no matter the reason. Comments can be taken down. --Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling (not me, unfortunately). --Any pictures or videos in here, including the cover, do not belong to me, they belong to their creators (bloody talented people who deserve so much admiration!). --Grammar corrections are not just tolerated, but encouraged. (Though for the most part everything is proof-read.)

"A local business holds support groups, where people anonymously enter their own confessions for the world to hear. This week's subject is suicide. I think it's... just ODD and twisted for them to publish those kinds of confessions." I heard her chewing on the other end. "Speak for yourself. I think it's cool; must be liberating to get that off your chest." "But still... I get that they don't ever find out who you are, but wouldn't it bother you? Just knowing that your secret is out? I mean, what if someone connected the dots?" "Unless the confession is like, 'I am a 20 year old tall brunette that lives across the street from a Walmart, and I killed my cat.' That'd be a good confession. There are plenty of Walmart's in the area." "That's a sucky confession." "Hey!" she whined into the phone. "Thats MY confession!" "My point exactly, dumbass. I can connect the dots." She scoffed. "They're hiring..." "Then apply. Don't you like that kind of strange crap?"

We are living in a passage. Behind us, the civilization of print - shaped by the slowness of books, the permanence of ink, the authority of the page. Before us, the civilization of digital - liquid, instantaneous, coded, where words are streams and ideas circulate as data. Between the two, there is no clear border, only a threshold. In these texts, I write from that threshold. I write as a human who is no longer fully of the world of print, and not yet entirely of the world of code. I ask what it means to inhabit this fragile in-between: how we live, how we think, how we build together, when one civilization fades and another emerges. What becomes of truth when anyone can publish, and visibility depends more on attention than on accuracy? What becomes of democracy when authority is distributed, when sortition and algorithms compete with the old structures of representation? What becomes of our sense of community when anonymity protects freedom but dissolves identity, when contributions matter more than names? From Ink to Code is not a manifesto, but a series of reflections, fragments, attempts to grasp the contours of this transition. It is an invitation to step onto the threshold with me, to read, to question, to disagree, to search - because what is at stake is not only technology, but the very way we understand ourselves as humans within a shifting civilization.

A law enforcement sniper, who is framed for a crime he hadn't committed soon becomes a drunkard. But, when he knows the truth, what would he do? Fight back or leave the truth be a mystery? Read on to find out.

Kyla Matthews has never been a `good girl` but she's a lot more of one than Cody Ryder... For Kyla life was good - until a tragic event happens. She acts strong and happy when inside all she wants to do is break down crying. Maia was her best friend and she helped her through it - or did she? Blake was her boyfriend of 2 months and they were happy together but someone got in the way so Kyla ended it. The aftermath of this broke Kyla and she used one thing to help her - she blogged her life on it. She has one little quote that she uses: Anonymity is my Mask *~*~* I know the descriptions short but I want it to be a surprise *winks* I use some posts featured in my blog which is titled Your Dream Best Friend like the one in my story xxx YDBFF Stay Classy You Ladies Out There *winks*