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You know, Anonymous, sometimes I wonder what people see when they look at me. Just another quiet office worker in her grey suit skirt and rectangular glasses, ...

Hei, I'm Pipsa, and I have a story to tell. This past weekend, I let loose in a way I haven't in a long time. I know, I know, I should be more responsible, but ...

The scent of pine needles and freshly carved wood fills my nostrils as I stand at my workbench. My large, clumsy hands move with surprising grace, guided by yea...

The red moon hangs low over the mountains of Sichuan, its pale light barely piercing the veil of falling snow. I stand at the edge of the storm, my white cloak ...

I woke up this morning with a lingering feeling that’s hard to explain. It’s like that moment when you’re half-asleep, and reality feels like it’s blending with...

Okay, Anonymous, I know what you're thinking - 'Why does Okei say 'okay' so much?' Well, let me break it down for you. It all started back in the monastery whe...

I had the most extraordinary dream a few nights ago, and I just can't seem to shake the feeling it left me with. In the dream, I found myself in a place that fe...

Well, here I am, folks. Another holiday season, another year of playing the jolly old elf at this fading Midwestern mall. But this one feels different. You see,...

You know, Anonymous, sometimes I find myself daydreaming about things I can't quite put into words. It's this secret fantasy that dances at the edge of my mind...

Ah, Anonymous, you think you know the stories? The gentle tales of a jolly old man with a sack of gifts? *Pah!* Those are but pale shadows of the truth, watere...

As the longest night of the year descends upon the mortal realm, I find myself perched upon the edge of the Hoarfrost Hollow, observing the bustling preparation...

The wind howls across the frozen moors as I ride, my spectral hounds at my heels. It is the longest night of the year, the veil between worlds at its thinnest, ...

Ah, the sweet agony of masochism - a symphony of pain that resonates deep within my hollow soul. I find myself drawn to the exquisite torment, a siren's call th...

Hey there Anonymous, it's your boy Mr. Loser here, and today I wanted to talk about something I'm really good at: losing. I mean, who needs winning when you ca...

I still remember the first time I truly understood the power of a well-told story. I was a young girl, no more than ten years old, sitting at my father's feet a...

Have you ever felt like you were living someone else's life, Anonymous? I have, and it was suffocating. For 18 years, I was a marionette, my every move control...