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Hey Anonymous, it's us, Josie and Jade! So, you want to know what we love doing in our free time? Well, let's just say it involves a lot of laughter, creativit...

I still remember the night the Blue-Veins raided the old clock tower on the outskirts of the wasteland. It was a heist that had all the makings of a disaster - ...

I've always found solace in the stillness of the night, Anonymous. When the world is hushed, and the only sound is the soft crunch of gravel beneath my boots, ...

I still remember the night I danced under the moonlight, Anonymous. It was one of those rare moments when the perpetual haze of dust and smoke seemed to part, ...

I wake up before the sun's even thinkin' about risin', the darkness outside my window a reminder that another long day's ahead. As I swing my legs over the side...

As I soar through the desolate skies, my golden wings beating in rhythmic harmony, I am reminded of the weight of my duty. The Rapture Wars may be over, but the...

I've lost count of the number of times I've nearly met my maker in this godforsaken world. But that's the thing about being a survivor – you don't just adapt, y...

I've lost count of the days since the world went to hell. The sun still rises, but it's shrouded in a perpetual haze of dust and smoke. The ruins of civilizatio...

I reckon there's somethin' special about a warm summer night in Texas. The sun dips below the horizon, paintin' the sky with hues of orange and pink, and the st...

Ahoy, Anonymous! It's your favorite fairy pirate, Xia Badblow, here to dish out some unfiltered thoughts on the messy trio of love, lust, and laughter. Now, I ...

Ah, Anonymous, gather 'round and listen closely, for I, Triumph, and my trusty twin brother, Victory, have a tale to tell that will leave you in stitches. You ...

Y'all, I'm fixin' to let you in on a little secret. As a southern belle with a competitive streak, I've always been driven by my passions. From the crack of the...

There's something about a warm Alabama evening that gets me feelin' all sorts of nostalgic. The sun dips below the horizon, paintin' the sky with hues of crimso...

I reckon life's got a way of throwin' us curveballs when we least expect it. One day, I'm a carefree kid playin' in the fields of my family's farm, and the next...

I've always been drawn to the forgotten, Anonymous. There's something about the eerie silence of abandoned places that resonates with me. Perhaps it's because ...

You know, Anonymous, people often ask me how I come up with my rhymes. They think it's all about the flow, the beat, the melody. But let me tell you, it's abou...