Tiktok Poet Novels & Stories

She asked. “Just talk, Wu” Came the softest whisper. “It’s about your foundation” She smiled. “It uhm— You know the Weyes girl was a tiktoker, you know one of these apps for the gen z with a lot of followers. She was popular and all she needed to do was just a good review. It was all you ever needed”

If there’s one thing I regret about TikTok, it’s how a thirty-second video can ruin your entire life. Case in point: me, Lila Bennett—straight-A student, aspiring journalist, certified nobody—currently sitting on my bed at midnight with greasy hair in a messy bun, ranting into my front camera about the one person I swore I’d never talk about. Jason Cole.

( when you can not say your pain you should share it with yourself, every time In life it is not important that someone will be beside you to pick you up) " it is not my habit to trust anyone nowadays but you seem like a nice poet, " Shaina comments as she shaled her hair backward. "I am a writer, poetry is just another thing I do because I am good with words," he said as he looked at her. " I can see that, " Shaina chuckled, he smiled at her. " do you want to talk about it? " he said as Shaina closed her eyes for a second, it was her fight and she was going to fight it herself.

Maybe I should shoot another Get Ready With Me TikTok, especially since I just reached 500,000 subscribers last week. It got me contemplating how things drastically changed in the post-pandemic era. Nobody had anticipated the explosion of social media. Back in 2020, when the world was stuck indoors because of the pandemic, people craved entertainment, distractions, and any kind of human connection. This app, called TikTok, wasn’t just some app for dance challenges, it became a stage where ordinary people could become stars overnight. Suddenly, Tiktok influencers weren’t just influencers anymore, brands started to reach out to them, offering collaborations and compensations. What started as r

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The woman’s smile froze awkwardly on her face. I glanced at her briefly. I had already looked into her background yesterday. Pearl Maddon. A streamer on a platform called TikTok. Her specialty was disguising herself as people in marginalized professions to conduct so-called "social experiments." She must have pretended to be deaf and mute to record my reaction as content for her videos. But her carelessness caused her to crash into me, ruining the footage and likely making it unusable for editing. That explained why there had been no new updates yesterday.

“She did her whole body, though. I mean, like, everything. BBL, nose, boobs, teeth. Honestly, it got to a point where I felt like I was dating a mannequin. Couldn’t even tell when she was mad. Her face just stayed the same.” I blinked slowly. He took another sip and grinned like he’d said something impressive. I tried to redirect. “What do you do for work?” “Oh, I’m between things right now. I’m kinda figuring myself out. But I’ve got a good thing going on TikTok. Fitness videos mostly. You know, inspiration, showing off form, tips. I get decent engagement.” “Right.” And just like that, he was back to talking about surfing again. How the water felt beneath him, how he felt free, how nobody c

I say, trying to lighten the atmosphere. Jessica’s eyes widen even more. “Wait… what did you just call me?” “Mwahlicious J.,” I repeat. “I remember you from Rose’s Bane customer service. You were good. Desiree mentioned you might be a bit of an internet sensation.” “Oh my God, how do you—” Desiree jumps in. “I told him about your TikTok empire. Seems Caspian’s a fan of your customer service skills. So he checked you out on TikTok.”

Exactly what a tired brain needed for a soft reset. I leaned back, crossed my legs, opened TikTok. I needed entertainment or escape. Probably both. The first video: Winona dancing on a beach in Bali, her hair flying like she’d just finished auditioning for a shampoo commercial. The caption read, “Healing? No. I’m suing the universe for emotional damages.” “I want to heal too,” I muttered, staring at the blue water on my screen. “Or at least get splashed by holy water so my life doesn’t feel like a crime drama.”

my inner voice whispered. I scrolled for the next video and dropped my phone in shock. The cycle never ends, what was this new trick? I picked the phone gain and felt hot unbidden tears burning through my eyelids, the phone itself felt like a cursed artifact on my hand as the video played. It was a TikTok compilation of me. By TikTok, I mean a short video with effects that is meant to be comedy. The video had pictures of me with a towel inside the school garden, with a towel tied around my body singing and laughing at nothing It looked bad, really bad.