Confession Anonymous Online Novels & Stories

I’ve been working on the perfect way to deliver the bombshell to Antonella. I could tell her face-to-face, but what if she doesn’t believe me? Worse, what if she knows and doesn’t even care? I need her to care. I need her angry. I need her to turn all that rage on Ricardo. So I decide to do it the quiet way. Anonymous. No fingerprints, no trails. I boot up my laptop and create a temporary email account. It works like a regular one, but once I’m done, poof, it’s gone. No login history, no recovery, nothing. The kind of account that disappears like a ghost.

Papaanongnalam ni investigator na buhay ang si manuel wala akong sinabi sakanya na hindi ko napatay si manuel? Nung nag textako sakanya nung umalis ako sinabi kong magpapahangin lang ako at masyadong maraming bumabagagab sa isip ko pero hindi ko sinabing hinid ko napatay si manuel or hindi namatay si manuel kaya papaanong?!BAKIT GANTO YUNG FEELING KO NA NAMAN ANG WEIRD?!

“Excellent in fact. Tell me what you need me to do.” “Right! Back to Darien. Because he is a narcissist asshole who doesn't want anyone to see how much of a cancer he is, he visits this anonymous page on the internet and matches with anonymous therapists. He has had one for the longest time, but she got married only a week ago and decided to switch jobs.” “Uhmm, quick question.” I raised my hand respectfully, as if this was a classroom and he was a professor. “Ask your question partner.” “If this website is supposed to be anonymous, how do you know about it? Also how do you know about his long term supposedly anonymous therapist? And why is the therapist anonymously online?” I drew a blank a

PERFECT COVER It was lunch break, I spotted Flora and Brian were seriously conversing at our spot in the Cafeteria. Tyler had come up with a plan concerning the whole Anonymous message thing.... I was going to ask Brian for help but I was not going to reveal anything, my sexuality or the main issue. I didn't want to lose my friends or get exposed. My perfect Image had to stay unstained. "Hi, guys." Both looked up almost at the same time.

that crossed the line into cheating. I didn't just want to break them up; I wanted to dismantle the pedestals they stood on. Kai was the star athlete who thought he was untouchable, and Ava was the scholarship student who acted like her integrity was a suit of armor. I was about to prove that armor was made of glass. I tapped the screen, sending the first "anonymous" blast to the Crestwood Confessions page. Within seconds, phones across the cafe began to chime. It was like watching a slow-motion car crash.

Small beads of sweat, began to form across the top of my forehead as I sat silently, listening to the conversation Mrs. Mullberry was having with the unknown person on the other side of the phone. I tried not to squirm as my anxiety sky rocketed at the mention of my name, making my heart skip a few beats. A stern look took over her features as she furrowed her eyebrows. " You got to be fucking kidding me! So your telling me, he called Child Services on me and now the same social worker from before is on her way over to my house right now to pick up Jasmine..... all because he told them he was afraid I was going to attack him!" she yelled, jumping to her feet as she quickly ran over to her l

The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. I created a fake account and uploaded the conversation history between Desmond and Connie to a gossip site. The gossip site was created for leisure. In order to ensure anonymity, all of our usernames were random symbols. However, when I uploaded the conversation, I did not remove Desmond and Connie’s profile pictures and names. They were exposed to the public. Within a minute, everyone was shocked. They replied to the thread and asked for more. After some consideration, I logged onto my personal account. I wanted to see them at the edge of insanity. If I exposed everything in one go, it would not be fun anymore.

“We’re countering the false claims about you, while tying it all back to Mr. Hatfield’s Senior. He has his own skeletons in his closet. We’re going to drag the truth out into the light.” “He’s not going to be happy about that,” I said. “Mike has put in a lot of encryptions so we’ll be safe,” she said. “No one should be able to tie the website back to us. As far as anyone knows, we are just anonymous truth-seekers.” “It’s kind of badass,” Rachel said. I didn’t know how I felt. On one hand, I was happy to have my friends supporting me. On the other, I didn’t like the idea of them endangering themselves for me.

I find my hands shaking less. Naya leans in between sets and whispers, “We’re doing a small zine from tonight. If you want to submit that piece, email it to me. Or don’t. No pressure.” “I’ll think,” I say. And I mean it. Because I'm not hiding from myself as hard as I was this morning. A woman with a bob cut asks if I've an I*******m. I panic at that. “No,” I say, too fast. Then I add, “I write on a forum sometimes. Anonymous.”