i am a nameless girl
nobody in particular
just so and so’s daughter
sister
friend
i am known only to myself
m
I left an anonymous donation on his funding page. After I hit “click”, I bit my thumbnail, unsure of why I didn’t just add my name. What was the big deal if he knew I had given money to his cause? Then again, what if he did and he thought it was kind of stalkerish?
she crept through the streets, behind the bushes and around the trees in a silent motion resembling a fox. It was as if she disappeared the moment someone looked her way. As if she was more of a thought, a breeze than she was a person, a human, a physical object. She was able to become the night, the darkness.
e j
The best things that do happen to most people come from anonymous sources. A farmer goes to his farm hoping it might rain from an anonymous source.
Odame
It’s the anonymous avant garde, surrealist, hyper-realist, magic-realist, non-conformist stuff that always catches the eye, everything else by comparison is synonymous with boring.
I am anonymous none could even guess who I am except my family. Have to disguise my handwriting so I can send this note of hope:
Dear Billy and my dear son Joe, I am surviving though the winter is cold. Stay strong and have hope. I will come back to you.
Love Molly
Anna S
I am anonymous none could even guess who I am except my family. Have to disguise my handwriting so I can send this note of hope:
Dear Billy and my dear son Joe, I am surviving though the winter is cold. Stay strong and have hope i will come back to you.
Love Molly
Anna S
The writer was anonymous.
She requested to remain anonymous.
The person in the article was anonymous.
The card was signed “anonymous”
Ralph Fisher
I was confused on the instructions. I thought I just had to write about the word and use it once.
Georgann Hurley
The writer of the post was anonymous. I wish we knew who it was because is was a very good post. It was even featured in a popular newspaper.
Georgann Hurley
The caller is anonymous.
She would like to remain anonymous.
I would like my name to be anonymous.
The donation was anonymous.
Autumn Rose
It was signed anonymous, like he didn’t know who it was.
Oh, he knew.
He had felt satisfaction the day when he realized that the (very attractive) man he saw outside of his work everyday was the one leaving a single flower and a note each time.
In any other situation, it would have been borderline creepy, but that was just something that prevented him from feeling nervous around this stranger. He actually looked forward to seeing him everyday.
And now, as he saw the note peeking out of the pocket of the man who had just saved him from a hard fall off of that stupid ladder, he was very glad that his interest in the stranger had already been piqued.
Otherwise, his face would have been five million times redder than it was now, which probably would have killed him.
i am a nameless girl
nobody in particular
just so and so’s daughter
sister
friend
i am known only to myself
I left an anonymous donation on his funding page. After I hit “click”, I bit my thumbnail, unsure of why I didn’t just add my name. What was the big deal if he knew I had given money to his cause? Then again, what if he did and he thought it was kind of stalkerish?
she crept through the streets, behind the bushes and around the trees in a silent motion resembling a fox. It was as if she disappeared the moment someone looked her way. As if she was more of a thought, a breeze than she was a person, a human, a physical object. She was able to become the night, the darkness.
The best things that do happen to most people come from anonymous sources. A farmer goes to his farm hoping it might rain from an anonymous source.
It’s the anonymous avant garde, surrealist, hyper-realist, magic-realist, non-conformist stuff that always catches the eye, everything else by comparison is synonymous with boring.
he is an anonymous person
I am anonymous none could even guess who I am except my family. Have to disguise my handwriting so I can send this note of hope:
Dear Billy and my dear son Joe, I am surviving though the winter is cold. Stay strong and have hope. I will come back to you.
Love Molly
I am anonymous none could even guess who I am except my family. Have to disguise my handwriting so I can send this note of hope:
Dear Billy and my dear son Joe, I am surviving though the winter is cold. Stay strong and have hope i will come back to you.
Love Molly
The writer was anonymous.
She requested to remain anonymous.
The person in the article was anonymous.
The card was signed “anonymous”
I was confused on the instructions. I thought I just had to write about the word and use it once.
The writer of the post was anonymous. I wish we knew who it was because is was a very good post. It was even featured in a popular newspaper.
The caller is anonymous.
She would like to remain anonymous.
I would like my name to be anonymous.
The donation was anonymous.
It was signed anonymous, like he didn’t know who it was.
Oh, he knew.
He had felt satisfaction the day when he realized that the (very attractive) man he saw outside of his work everyday was the one leaving a single flower and a note each time.
In any other situation, it would have been borderline creepy, but that was just something that prevented him from feeling nervous around this stranger. He actually looked forward to seeing him everyday.
And now, as he saw the note peeking out of the pocket of the man who had just saved him from a hard fall off of that stupid ladder, he was very glad that his interest in the stranger had already been piqued.
Otherwise, his face would have been five million times redder than it was now, which probably would have killed him.
hiding from the fear of recognition and judgement. expression without shame.
safe from the consequences of your disapproval. big brothers long lost sibling, free to find my own family.