Miss. Anonymous🌻

Joined May 2025

12 stories

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You don’t know me,

but you might know these feelings.

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Bookmark, Not The End
i used to think endings were loud things.. doors slamming, voices raised, storms ripping roofs from houses but ours was quiet
By Miss. Anonymous🌻about 13 hours ago in Poets
Receipt for a Forgotten Country. Content Warning.
They said the cost of living went up like it was a polite elevator and not a trapdoor. Like it was numbers. Charts. Percentages.
By Miss. Anonymous🌻9 days ago in Poets
Between Breath and Shadow
We may be dead. Or maybe not. No one knows. Maybe we drift between thought and shadow, folding into the world we left behind,
By Miss. Anonymous🌻12 days ago in Poets
Lingering
Fingers find my hand Not tight, just lingering, still Pulse answers the pause
By Miss. Anonymous🌻15 days ago in Poets
The Manual They Never Gave You. Content Warning.
How to Feel Fucking Okay A step-by-step guide to surviving when everything inside you is broken First, lie to yourself.
By Miss. Anonymous🌻22 days ago in Poets
The Box Between Us
“Why is it still here.” “I told you not to touch it.” “It’s in the closet.” “It was in the back.” “It’s still here.”
By Miss. Anonymous🌻about a month ago in Fiction
The Map I Carry in My Skin. Content Warning.
I walked into the doorway. My fingertips brushed the empty arches across my face. “What the fuck did you do to your face?”
By Miss. Anonymous🌻3 months ago in Humans
A Breath Before Nothing. Runner-Up in Falling Leaves Challenge.
Red ember drifting, caught between breath and silence, beauty on its way.
By Miss. Anonymous🌻5 months ago in Poets
The Journal I Didn’t Mean to Keep. Content Warning.
I didn’t plan to write about the loss. I just opened my notes app one night and typed: “I miss you.” That turned into a sentence. Then a paragraph. Then pages.
By Miss. Anonymous🌻7 months ago in Confessions
The Desk Was Still There. Winner in The Second First Time Challenge.
She came back to the same desk, the same kids, the same songs and tiny shoes, except everything inside her had changed. No one knew she had been nine weeks pregnant. No one knew she had lost the baby. Returning to work wasn’t just returning to routine, it was returning to a world that had never known what she left behind.
By Miss. Anonymous🌻7 months ago in Fiction
You Miss Me, But Your Ego’s Louder
She Was My Friend She was my friend. The kind you trust with soft things, secrets, silence, dreams, all the versions of yourself you don’t show anyone else.
By Miss. Anonymous🌻8 months ago in Poets
Hands That Should Have Held You. Top Story - June 2025.
This is the truth I never let myself say out loud. A confession about choosing the wrong person to trust, and the wreckage it left behind.
By Miss. Anonymous🌻9 months ago in Poets