Anonymity storie

[{I just wanted to share what is inside my brain.}] I've been writing lyrics for 2 years and I really love it. I never showed them to anyone else, I was too shy. I invite you to comment, rate and interpret but please be nice. 🖤 enjoy !

When roaming the deep web, sometimes you come across disturbing confessions. Are these just elaborate stories for attention, or do these people live among us...

Iris had been single for two years when she found herself signing up for an anonymous social media account, but she'd never have imagined that her newfound digital friendships could take such an interesting turn. Two complete strangers, 45 days of anonymity - but would the ending of this tale be good, bad, or very ugly? YOU decide ... ~ A hot, mysterious, anonymous tale ... with a twist! 18+ | Features sex scenes © All Rights Reserved

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*

Is death inevitable? Literally. Yes. Fictionally. No. Death is preventable. Is change inevitable? Literally. No. Fictionally. Yes. Then what exactly makes a change feel like it? TRANSFORMATION. _____________ #309 in Teen Fiction #205 in Humor #144 in General Fiction

The phase where one doesn't care for recognition any longer, or so poignantly put there, where we don't give a fuck anymore

||Raising awareness of Body Dysmorphia|| Wendy is a 20-year-old college student with one main goal: to defeat the monster in the mirror, once and for all. It seems like the only thing holding her back from becoming a normal girl with a life void of insecurities. As she sets out with the plan to rebuild her mindset and finally win the bet of finding something good about herself, the monster crashes the most significant thing in her life at her feet; her relationship. Left all alone with the rubble of her hope, she crosses paths with a shoulder to lean on in the alley. Scott. Top rankings #2 in anonymity(20.2.24) #4 in nigerianwriters(23.7.23) #6 in self acceptance(18.4.24) #12 in low self esteem(15.5.24) #15 in body positivity(25.9.24)

This a story based on a constant dream of a girl, who's near to being perfect in every way. She is a girl of high class with absolutely good morals and up bringing. And her life became intertwined with muhannad's, a family friends son, an eligible bachelor with no flaw but a constant dream of a half-faced-girl.. follow me and see how their lives will become one..

I help when I feel like it

just writing about the exciting life of a teenage girl

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}

Saint Agustine's Highschool has been experiencing cyber attacks from an unknown Facebook page called Agustine's Grapevine. The anonymous page reveals dirty secrets of students, teachers and even the cleaners and security guards. Join the students of 11D as they try to reveal the identity of the anonymous poster of the page.

"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]

A girl in a small town begins anonymously submitting her journal entries to the local newspaper. The town, becoming interested in her thoughts and ideas, starts to submit questions to the girl they only know as "Daisy." Written in the form of letters. Highest Ranking: #1 in Worldview

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.

I wrote this short story as an assignment in university. It is very losely based on Georg Simmel's "The Metropolis and the Mental Life" (1903). I had to cut some ideas as it should not take longer than five minutes to read out loud.

A collection of poems I wrote way past midnight to calm the raging storm in my head.

A ranting, shit posting, maybe drunk texting but whiteout being drunk, & venting book, of a sad being and some other unknown sad beings. E N J O Y .