I’m not sure when people stopped recognizing me. Maybe it was when I put on fifteen pounds. Maybe it was when I got bangs. Maybe it was when I stopped wearing a full face of makeup every single day. Regardless, one minute I was dodging paparazzi and shrieking fans left and right, and the next I was completely anonymous.

I’d known I wanted out of the music industry upon the release of my most rec...

Jesse flipped the burgers onto the fryer. The grease flew up like sparks from a fire and were burning off the hairs on his forearm. “Damn it.” Jesse yelled and rubbed his arm. “Hey, watch the language Jess. Remember we have children out here.” “Fuck you” He mumbled to himself.

Reaching up he pulled the warm buns out of the container above the grill, laid the bottom on onto the burger, flipped it...

I am so glad that nobody recognizes me. I’m just a regular guy now. Just walking down the street is a pleasure now that nobody recognizes me. Nobody recognizes me. “Nobody recognizes me! Hallelujah!”

I look around me. A couple people stop to stare at me. But the rest go on as if nothing happened. Boy… I cannot believe I said that out loud. But it is so amazing. Nobody recognizes me.

T...

“I’d like a a Carmel macchiato with three pumps of caramel and only one pump of hazelnut.” He spoke quickly as his eyes scanned the menu. “And a piece of chocolate cake.”

She watched him evenly, her expression neutral. It was five minutes until they closed. No one else was here. Who ordered a coffee at 4:55?

“Will that be all sir?” She questioned politely. He nodded curtly. “Yes.” He paid, and s...

25 years ago, most everybody knew the name Elena F. Crooke.

_A Shining Star!, _the headlines read. _Teen Broadway Star Elena Felisha Crooke Shatters the Glass Ceiling._

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No_ _one knew but her back then that she wasn’t destined for the spotlight. Any other 15-year-old girl dreamed of being rich and famous with a handsome, doting husband every single night. But Elena? She hated the thought of ...

Do you hear that? That, dear friend, is the sound of the ocean, in all its crystal blue beauty, slapping up against pure white sand. No shutter sounds from cameras. No paparazzi yelling for me to “give me something they can print”. It’s delightful.

Do you know that I actually heard people calling my name so much that it didn’t even stop when I slept? “Kate! Over here! What’s really going on betw...

No cameras. No spotlight. No fame.

The absences that make me overjoyed.

Every time I step outside, I can still hear the camera shutters click, the reporters and so called “fans”.

But they’re not there.

There’s nobody waiting.

Nothing to see.

Only what once was.

There’s an indescribable liberty in this average way of living. A newfound freedom which I had desired for so long. For once, I am normal...

Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t see you there. Welcome to The Superseum! Here you will find all kinds of artifacts from the days where those with powers ruled the earth, ocean, space, and sky.

This venue? Only the former lair of prominent superhero, Magigal. As you surely know, Magigal parished after being fed to supervillain, ReelDeal‘s lazer sharks, a nod to the classic movie franchise, of course.

And ...

I don’t get recognized much. I keep my hair long, down past my ears, and I’ve grown my beard out. All that time in hair and makeup as a kid … I don’t want to go back to that. What you see is what you get.

When they recognize me, people like to ask if I miss it, the spotlight and the glamor, the fans and the autograph, shooting schedules and craft services. I don’t; it was just a job, and I grew u...

I wake up to the sound of thunder rumbling the entire ground around me. Then a flash, as bright as headlights in the middle of the night, immediately comes right after. Which ensues another round of grumbling from the sky. The wind picks up and starts to rip at the walls of the tent.

Next thing I know I'm laying in a hospital bed, waking up with a groggy feeling in my whole body. As I begin to op...