Anonymous Stories

Chloe wants to show the kingdom of Sarias, where music is everything, that song should be filled with emotion and passion. But living in the shadow of her popstar step-sister, she has no choice but to hide who she is, even when her voice captures Prince Ethan Alexander's heart... ***** In the kingdom of Sarias, popularity and worth are defined by a ranking on Musetunes. Music is how every Ace in the land discovers their mate. Only when two Aces sing to each other can they find their true love. Chloe Leighton has decided to give singing a try - as long as no one finds out who she is. There is no profile picture. No age. No name. Just Anonymous. That's how she must stay. But can she hide her identity when she gets to the top of the charts? [[word count: 70,000-80,000 words]] Cover designed by April Alforque

When Olive Sadie McKinley starts school at Markov Academy, she is immediately swept up into the buzz and fanfare of Aeriana's most prestigious boarding school. Just in her first year, Olive's not only secured a potential record deal, but she's finally making her mother proud by following in her successful sisters' footsteps. All is going well. Until she loses her voice. A year later, Olive must now learn how to communicate and navigate a world that only rewards performers and creators, all while balancing her school work and making her mother happy. Saxophone protege Kassian Williams has no problems with his mother's general unhappiness with his life's decisions. In fact, he relishes in her disappointment. He'd much rather spend his time trying to build his music career before he graduates so he doesn't have to continue in the family business. When a chance encounter has Kassian and Olive crossing paths, Kassian finds he's unable to get the young singer out of his thoughts. As Olive gets closer to Kassian, she not only discovers more about the grumpy upperclassman, but also about her desires for her life outside of what her mother wants. Except, when Olive's voice starts coming back and disappearing again in odd intervals, her life is thrown back into disarray. Because now, Olive's not sure what's causing her voice to disappear...and suddenly the Markov campus is not as safe as she previously thought.

"I possess humanities greatest power... Curiosity." (Murder Drones but I put my OC's into the story and see what happens) Disclaimer : I do not own the indie series Murder drones or its characters I only own the original characters and this story. all credits to Liam Vickers

Ava Sinclair hates two things in life: the school's obnoxious player, Charlie Beckett, and Valentine's Day. But when her best friend Emma-the genius behind Greenfield High's new anonymous love-matching app-comes to her pleading for help boosting its popularity, Ava has no choice but to agree. She signs up expecting nothing more than a joke, never imagining she'd be matched with Charlie: the school's star hockey player and infamous heartbreaker. What starts as a game quickly turns dangerous when feelings get real between the two girls.

"It's ok to feel the way you feel sometimes. The world won't ever get better, but you will. All I ask is that you trust in the process. Take my hand, dearest. Follow me into a quiet place where one can relax and let go of all the negativity. You are not alone, friend. I hope you know that." - anonymous sadshark "An Era to Be." is a collection of prose written by a lonely human-shark hybrid who wishes to remain anonymous under the name "sadshark". The creature has one deep desire: to be seen not as a predator of the sea, but as an ally to the human race. Because the anonymous sadshark cannot communicate with humans very well, it can only express their true feelings through its works. These prose dive into heavy and complex topics such as society, human cruelty, heartbreak, betrayal, and many others. By putting its emotions in the form of words on paper, it helps the creature feel more human and accepted by those around it, even though they know no one will because it will always be seen as different.

They call them Anomalies. Superpowered individuals feared as disasters waiting to happen. To the powerless majority, Anomalies are ticking time bombs. To governments and corporations, they are assets to be controlled... or erased. So humanity fights back-developing technology capable of suppressing their abilities. The world calls it protection. Anomalies call it a leash. As fear hardens into pride, tensions rise. Alliances fracture. And the line between survival and extinction begins to blur. At the center of it all is Nolan-a quiet, haunted young man whose powers defy understanding, even his own. Marked by the world he never asked to threaten, Nolan is forced into a future he never wanted. Because this war isn't about good versus evil. It's about belief versus fear. Mercy versus control. The world doesn't need a hero. It needs Him.

epistolary | completed [standalone]

They say the universe is held together by rules. Unbreakable ones. Agent Z was taught three lessons: silence is survival, loyalty rewrites the past, and time only forgives the powerful She believed all of them - right up until the moment the clock began to bleed. Across worlds that shouldn't exist, rumors flicker like dying stars: a hidden war, a name spoken in whispers, a fracture spreading through reality. Some call it rebellion. Others call it suicide. Z only knows it feels like remembering something she was trained to forget. The closer she moves to the truth, the more the universe bends, not breaking all at once, but the way a star collapses from the inside. Not every explosion is an ending. Some become the light that refuses to die. And somewhere, a clock keeps ticking. *** start : 26/12/25

𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡. 𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑤-𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑡𝑜𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑦. 𝐴𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑠 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑒. 𝐴𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓, 𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑦 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑠 ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝑚𝑦 𝑝𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑠, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝐼 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑑. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛'𝑡 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟. One breath, one memory at a time.

In the suburbs, where night usually clings to the ground like tired smoke, something felt different that October evening. The silence was thicker than usual, as if dust, ozone, and an unseen tension were woven into it. Something was waking- not in the streets, but under the skin. In an old shop where matter pretends to be fabric, a woman touches a surface that breathes. In an alley between two lamps, a man notices a shape that should have stayed blurred. And in a workshop where the fluorescent lights never flicker, a curator waits for the moment when the rules stop behaving. Some transformations begin with a whisper. Some begin with resistance. And some begin when a body refuses to remain what it was. In this chapter, matter clings to skin, skin defies gravity, and eyes that were never meant to see will see far too much. And two people who were never meant to meet in these forms will learn that there are beings who rely on never being noticed. But some eyes simply can't learn to look away. And some anomalies, once awakened... can never be put back into the dark. P.S.: This is a heavily edited and reworked version of the previous Eevee TF story, which has been transformed from a short story into a huge saga that will have at least seven chapters.

In a world where SCPs, rogue entities, unclassified monsters, and all manner of supernatural anomalies lurk in the unobserved corners of the globe, four senior high school student's (Kauro, Naoya, Shu, Tena) use their hidden supernatural abilities and a rough, student-built detector to seek out and watch over these overlooked beings - turning the parts of themselves they've always hidden into something useful. When their detector starts picking up faint, matching power traces just like their own, they can't shake the question: are they the only ones who can see, and care for, these hidden, unspoken things?

Nearly 7 years ago, something amazing happened. By some miracle, an email landed in Lana's inbox and a glorious, anonymous friendship was born! For years, they have talked about anything and everything all the while keeping their identities a mystery. He wanted their friendship to remain anonymous for as long as possible, but now that their 7th year anniversary is approaching, he finally wants to meet in person. Follow Lana, a homeschooled girl who is taking the plunge into the rough waters of love, friendship and all the drama that comes with attending high school. Authors Note: This story is pretty hard to describe but if you give it a chance, you might just be surprised:)

Isang gabi, may anonymous account na nagpo-post ng sikreto-mga sikreto na tanging ang mga biktima lang ang dapat nakakaalam. Ang problema? Ang susunod na pangalan sa listahan... ay ikaw.

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This is a book that discuss teams and factions across the known scale of the multiverse....which is a lot, ranging from the well known to the alternates across the cosmos. However these are from splintered timelines, cracks in reality that allow to be expanded further then what canon intended to, allowing each to grow and fester in these timestamps Note: ASK FOR PERMISSION IF YOU WANT TO USE THESE TEAMS AND FACTIONS FOR ANY STORIES YOU HAVE! Thank You ^^

English version Noor is chatting with a stranger. He knows her thoughts, not her face. She knows his words - and fears them. In an anonymous chat, every word becomes a weapon. Control, provocation, closeness that hurts. Two people who are not supposed to know each other, yet see through each other faster than they should. By day, Noor is invisible among fake smiles, "cool boys," and a school that feels like a cage. By night, she becomes Echo - sharp-tongued, honest, unguarded. And him? Deadline. Calm. Cruel. Too attentive. What starts as a game becomes dangerous. Because sometimes, the person who destroys you online is only a few meters away. And sometimes, the one who saves you is the same person who controls you in the dark. A story about power, fear, desire, and the question of how much closeness you can handle when it's anonymous. Enemies to Lovers - but dark. Painful. And inescapable.

WARNING - Some stories may include sensitive topics like gore, death, and similar things to the main story. Chapters with heavily sensitive topics will be marked in their titles. A bunch of short stories that all take place within some version of the Nexus universe outside of The Fractured Nexus storyline. This will include characters that may not have been mentioned directly in The Fractured Nexus but may be mentioned in other major additions to the universe that are yet to be made. [warning: there may be possible spoilers for The Fractured Nexus mentioned in some stories!!] This will also contain a couple art dumps for when I don't know what to what to write, basically this book is just everything Nexus Initiative that doesn't fit into the main story. Once again all art is by me (unless if I say otherwise) and there will be no strict time period in which chapters will be posted (I've got enough to deal with right now).

"welcome you don't have to talk if you don't want to you don't have to explain why you're here it's okay to lurk it's okay to reply late it's okay to leave and come back no fixing, no pressure, no deadlines just people, when you need them take care of yourself first" Was the message pinned in the group chat 'tomorrow' when Rowan joined. It was a place for people who couldn't speak to be heard. A place to belong. It was just what she needed. MO~L^v_____ you don't need to understand. you don't need to explain.

...Until your inter-dimensional mother figure cannot find it. Charisma has been given the sacred task of tending to the world her adopted children belong to, and she is dedicated to her task. So when Chase and Cody go missing, it's only natural that she sets out to put things right. (Takes place after GOTP, and during Whirlwind and Empty Tracks of Sodor)