Tiktok Poet Novels & Stories

"And what's the name of your piece miss?" "Seasons, it was my final project at school and surprisingly it did really well," I said and they snapped their fingers. "But please, Laid Down and Bold Rest are extremely amazing, go check them out," I said and they left. "Professional artist? Featured here? You?" Michael asked and I cocked my head to the side. "Surprisingly I really thought you'd have tabs on me this entire time," I said crossing my arms over my chest. "Guess I was fooling myself."

Gavriel's POV A TikTok account? Camille looked up at me with those naive blue eyes, nodding her head. "Yes. It'll be perfect -" "It's an app for skits and dances and shit," I said. "How is it perfect?" She gave me a sour look. "Will you at least let me explain? If you keep cutting me off, then we won't exactly get anywhere," "The problem is unacceptance of our new fabrics, and you're suggesting some juvenile app? Camille, I am trying to see the point,"

Tony replied, waving his hand a little in frustration. We opened a few cans of beer. Then, he pulled me onto the couch and turned on TikTok Live on the shaman witch's account. She was in her 50s and went by the name Heather Lovell. She didn't look like she was the kind to be messed around with. She would only respond to users who gave her a TikTok Universe gift, costing more than 500 dollars each. And she wouldn't ask the user for anything more than just three numbers. After that, she would close her eyes and fall silent for a while with a lit cigarette in her mouth. By the time the cigarette reached its end, she would open her eyes again and explain the user's current situation and predicam

A man labeled “PastorGreg_77.” “Oh my god,” I choked, nearly snorting my tea. “She has a church leader on there?” “Pastor Greg likes thigh-highs, apparently,” Tomas said, zooming in. By sunset, TikTok was ablaze. Edits flew in from every corner of the globe. Side-by-side videos, meme compilations, dramatic soundtracks. Someone even made a McLaren Meltdown Bingo Card. And every hour, the heat spread. Influencers reacted. Journalists wrote think pieces.

“Have you been on social media?” Dawn and I both chorus. “No. Why?” Jenna’s eyes widen. “Edward and the girls are trending.” I shoot upright. “What?” “There’s a reel of Bethany and Brianna in handcuffs.” My jaw drops. “Oh, my God.” She holds out her phone. “This already has twenty-five million views.” The screen lights up with a TikTok. The caption reads: Checking into rehab... Edward TMW style ⚽️💅🍆🍑💦🧘

“Can it be under WHR’s name? I still need to check internally.” “No problem. Just show up.” “Alright! I’m in! I don’t know if I’ll do it perfectly, but I’ll give it my all.” “You’ll do great. After all, you’re the Deer-Chaser sensation on TikTok!” I did not expect that my little TikTok video would blow up into a full-on viral challenge. Credit where it’s due—the reporter covering the wildfire that day totally nailed it.

Furiously, She snatched Rosy's phone and fired off a reply from her account. “Sorry to disappoint, but I'm quite stunning”. Within five minutes, the reply had been screenshotted and reposted across dozens of accounts. “If you're so pretty , show us your face. Anyone can talk behind the screen!” “Same old story. The ugly ones always say they are hot. The real stunners? Always humble. We know what's up,bros.” “She thinks she is beautiful but still hiding her face? Make it make sense? Get off Tiktok!”

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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.

The day I die Will be The greatest night When I’m free I’ve tried to stay alive But I feel dead inside And you cant stop the actions that I speak Follow me on tik tok for spoilers and updates https://www.tiktok.com/@dragonladydavis?_t=8Wg4MiRTlyY&_r=1