Tiktok Poet Novels & Stories

About choosing to walk away even when your heart begged you to stay. When she finished the poem, she read it several times. It hurt to see her pain on paper, but it also felt freeing. She created a new anonymous account on a popular online poetry platform and posted it under the title “Dead to Me.” She didn’t expect much. She simply hit publish, closed the notebook, and went downstairs for a glass of water. By evening, everything had changed.

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A new username. A new identity. Something anonymous. Empty. Untraceable. The account took five minutes to create. Five minutes to re enter the world that was tearing me apart. My hands were cold when I opened the first app. TikTok. The first video loaded instantly. My face. Paused mid interview. Zoomed in. A red circle around my expression. The caption read: “WATCH HER BODY LANGUAGE. SHE CONFESSED WITHOUT CONFESSING.” The creator spoke with breathless excitement.

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She said again, giving me a pointed look. “I’ll see if I can work that in too.” What was happening? El gave me a grateful smile and Sophia was looking at me with wide eyes. “Wait, you’re On Your Toes? From TikTok, right?” I shrugged. “That’s the name of my studio.” “Did you see the duet someone did with you last night?” She was digging out her phone. Had Dalton posted a video? But he was golfing with his brothers.

NANA AISHA TALIB ALIERO. Two Years Later. . . She smiled looking at what she just drafted in the pile of poems she has written. She is insane about happy endings, mad about love stories, magnet for clichés and strong love for sadness. She doesn't have any problem writing poems just for her own happiness and daydreams. Mostly, Islamic poems about her religion. She also sites a lot about sad ones like she was once heartbroken even though she wasn't. She has been alone all her life and she likes it.

Or the definition of a whore had been twisted. Arya saved herself the thinking and thought of happier things. The dresses she had bought from the shopping mall were the prettiest she’d seen. Turning on her back, she picked up her phone from the table. She had taken the upcoming designers social media handles from the sales assistant. And the sales assistant had told her that, to promote the upcoming designer, she could post herself wearing her dresses and upload on I*******m or make a vid for Tiktok. “I don’t even know how to do this Tiktok stuff.” Arya had grumbled within herself. She stared at her Tiktok account with only twenty-two followers before leaving the app.

Lissa had stopped talking and put away her phone now she was walking back to him her face alight and her sexy smile making him want to throw her on the grass and fuck her senseless. ‘I’m sorry how very rude of me, I was just talking to my I*******m/TikTok fans, I kind of do a blog thing, you know what I mean it's all about my day-to-day life it's nothing special but people seem to like it. I have over a million followers so I guess they find something interesting in what I do.’

#MarriedButAlone #IMarriedACheater #PagesI’llDeleteLater “What is this? A pity poem?” I spat with a scowl, “Who the hell wrote this?!”

Elara’s life had settled into a painful but familiar rhythm. She continued creating content every day — long, sexy dancing videos where she moved her body sensually to trending sounds especially Kai’s songs, twerking, body rolls, and lip-syncing with seductive expressions. Her follower count had crossed 4 million on T****k and 4.3 million on I*******m. The engagement was massive but deep inside her, she was tired. Tired of being passed around as a sex toy by the Lennox men. Tired of the secrets, the bruises, living in constant fear. She decided to bury herself deeper in social media, using it as an escape.