#anonymous writers

[killedatabuklea]

Statue in Budapest honoring anon writers

[area54writer]

Okay so I guess I’m back on here writing…Wattpad removed my account…those assholes 😤 the reason why i didn’t want to write on tumblr is because i get sooo intimidated by all these good writers! Like yall are talented af and i suck ass but I do enjoy writing fics. Also I do take advice from anyone I love getting help in anyway when I comes to work. Just don’t be mean okay 🥺? So yeah please welcome me back with open arms 🤗 love you guys and I can’t wait to get the hang of this! 🖤

[tarlosprompts]

Calling All Writers!

Hey guys!

I just wanted to let all of you lovely writers know that if you want a place to expand your writing style and get tips/feedback from other writers anonymously, this is somewhere you can do it. 

This is a Tarlos blog, but it can turn into other characters in 9-1-1: Lone Star and if there is a huge demand for the original 9-1-1, we can visit that if it happens. This is a new blog, so it may take a while to get some traction, but I’d still love to have you!

This is a safe space for writers. You’ll be anonymous with a pen name and everything. From what I’ve experienced with the @anon911andbuddie, you can end up getting a little fan base of your own, people who want you to write their prompt and it’s an amazing feeling. 

That being said, I’m not stealing from Anon Buddie, they were the inspiration for this blog and I hope that you’ll join in and make it as friendly as and inspiring as Anon Buddie. 

If you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to ask. If you’d like to join the group, message me on this page or my main, @controloffandoms and we’ll get you set up!

-Red💋

[anons-write]

𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜,

𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚖𝚜, 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜, 𝚎𝚝𝚌

𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐.

-𝙺

[hideoutmyself]

Chapter I

For five days now I have been sitting here looking out the window, staring at the buildings of this city so big and at the same time so small. Living in the interior of the state has always been comforting, growing up in a city with the air of a metropolis and still present traces of an old country town makes you have too many dreams, that maybe don't fit inside yourself. The last few days inside this apartment made me reflect on all the paths I took until I got here, and most of them were not dreams but rules. Sad to assert yourself, I know, but that's the truth about growing up in a perfect family, in a perfect city, having a relationship that seemed perfect. Finally five years after many ups, downs and downs I really understood that what was missing in me was myself, I lost myself under the pressure of having what everyone wanted to be what they expected, I even affirmed to myself that they were those things that I also wanted so much, I lost myself inside, is that possible? How many times over the years have I biased in fear that people would not understand my thoughts? Fear is the word, not of being different from what they expect, but of making mistakes and not being able to go back, until I realise that life is really made so that bad decisions are made, that we can repent and go back as often as necessary. Learning from mistakes was never a choice, because most of us believe that making mistakes so many times can break you or hurt others, but, who said that perfection would make me happy? I don't blame anyone but myself for this situation, I understand that all were choices and not all were wrong, most of them were based on beliefs and facts almost scientifically proven that so life would be eternally good, like in the margarine commercials, a happy couple in their huge house, two children a boy and a girl and a dog, of course a labrador. These five days I took as time to make sure that from now on I would no longer be Allice from before, that all my decisions would not be extremely calculated, measured and thought in advance, that I would live with the passion that I no longer have for life, people and places that I wanted to get to know. From now on I would never let my creative, cheerful and clumsy self hide behind any thoughtful, cold and calculating frown, after all I have always been the pound girl who loves passion.

[theeditorandnarratorcollaborate]

GABBLER RECOMMENDS: THE “UNMASKING” OF ELENA FERRANTE by Alexandra Schwartz

GABBLER RECOMMENDS: THE “UNMASKING” OF ELENA FERRANTE by Alexandra Schwartz

  ‘Ferrante’s steadfast artistic choice to be anonymous can only be that: an artistic choice, made at the beginning of her writing career for private reasons that she deemed essential. The cost of anonymity is high; she told her publisher that she would do nothing to promote her books, and, indeed, they could well have sunk to the bottom of the literary river without a trace. That they succeeded,…

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[intothewildabyss]

Westron wynde, when wilt thou blow, The small raine down can raine. Cryst, if my love were in my armes And I in my bedde again!

Anonymous (hear a gorgeous rendition sung by Richard Dyer-Bennet)