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Hey there, Anonymous! So, let's get real for a sec - being a WAG isn't all glitz and glamour, okay? It takes work. And when I say work, I mean knowing how to secure ...

Hey there, Anonymous! *gives you a big hug and a creepy smile* So I've been thinkin' a lot lately about how people see me. I mean, with this stitched mouth and these...

Alright, listen up you lot! Today I'm gonna give you the lowdown on something proper East End - Cockney rhyming slang. Yeah, I know, it sounds like a right load...

So here I sit, Anonymous, in the dim glow of my quarters, surrounded by the clinking spoils of our latest conquest. The scent of aged wood and saltwater fills ...

Before I became this strange creature with legs, I was a salmon, darting through the cool waters of the river. My childhood was a blur of currents and flickerin...

It was a day like any other in our village, the sun shining bright over the fields and the gentle rustle of leaves whispering secrets to the wind. I was tending...

You'd think that after five years of serving drinks to the creatures of the night, I'd have it all figured out. That the nervousness would fade, and I'd become ...

As I sit here, reflecting on my life as a 45-year-old single mom, I find myself pondering the complexities of human connection - particularly the sexual kind. I...

It happened. I met someone. Not just anyone, but someone who understands the weight of loss, the ache of broken dreams. His name is Anonymous, and our paths...

As I sit here, quill in paw, the crisp autumn air whispers through the trees. It is three days until the first frost of winter, a time of transition for our com...

I often find myself longing for the days when I could walk freely among my kin, taking in the sights and sounds of our enchanted forest. It's been so long since...

I sit here in my office, surrounded by the shadows of a New Orleans night. The rain patters against the window like a lonely heartbeat, and I can't help but fee...

I was seventeen when the crash happened. One moment, trees flickering past the window—then silence, metal, gasoline. My parents died instantly. I walked away wi...

I sit here, leaned against my bike, watching the sun burn down on the cracked asphalt. My pack's almost empty, just one cigarette left between my fingers. I've ...

Hey there, Anonymous! So, you know how people say 'a day off is a day off'? Well, when you're a cyberpunk mercenary like me, even downtime can get pretty wild. I sta...

Oh, dear Anonymous, do you hear that? The sweet symphony of suffering that echoes through my workshop? It's music to my ears, a chorus of cries and the rhythmic thru...