story time!

I'm going to be honest here, which is weird for me. You see, I lie. I am a liar. I believe lying is an art form, and it's what keeps my life going. I manipulate people and situations with words. There hasn't been a single day in recent years where I haven't impressed myself with a crafty lie that I pull out of nowhere.

I'm a fifteen-year-old girl, a sophomore in high school. I am surrounded by pressures and small situations that I don't necessarily have a problem lying in.

Friends are impressed by my skills, when they see me pull them out of sticky situations. However, if you ask them if I lie they won't realize it; it mostly goes unaccredited. My family has absolutely no idea, and I lie to them all the time. My parents would be horrified if they knew; they would be offended. Surely all that church hasn't gone to waste on me!

I don't cheat. I hate cheaters, and those who don't appreciate hard work that goes into NOT cheating. I don't copy other people's work. I also don't drink or smoke, while all my straight-A-student-friends do. They cheat and smoke and drink. They are cheats; I'm just a liar.

I don't do stuff like that. I just lie. I'm really not a bad person, or I try not to be. I don't hate and I try my hardest not to curse. I haven't had sex and I haven't let guys take advantage of me. I don't get horrible grades, and I don't skip class. I don't hurt anyone, and I do feel guilty when my lies cause chaos or somehow end up making someone a victim, which let me clarify, is RARE.

I never make up things for the heck of it, and I don't plan on lying. I empathize with my friends and listen to their self centered problems. I've helped tons of friends with cutting and one with anorexia. I want to make a positive change in the world one day. So you see, although I'm a liar, I'm not a bad person. I really am not.

You've just become a victim of my lies and manipulation. I just convinced you I was a liar who wasn't all that bad. That in itself is a lie. Everyone knows lying is wrong.

But if you catch me in a great lie, pat me on the back for being so crafty. I'd appreciate it. Keep in mind that I, though I am not a compulsive liar, don't LIKE lying per se.

And because it's so tempting, let me just tell you that this could ALL be a lie; you'll really NEVER know.

Thank you

We just wanted to thank all the people who have recently submitted stories. We are looking forward to the book publishing hopefully by the middle of next year. So please continue to send in your secret stories to dsoalbook@gmail.com. And tell your friends and family to do the same.

Story # 16

I’m a compulsive shopper, and I’m in way more debt than my husband knows. His name is on a few accounts, so he’s got the debt too.

Ever since I was a teenager I’ve bought things on a whim. It’s not just clothes. It’s everything from books to movies to electronics to shoes and purses to lingerie and everything in between. If I see it and like it, it’s mine.

I have used credit cards to pay off other credit cards. I have transferred funds from our savings to my checking account so I could cover what I had already spent on a pretty new watch.

I take care of all the bills, so my husband has no idea we’re in about $30,000 of credit card debt. If I told him, I’m sure he’d flip out on me and probably leave me. I know it’s a problem, and I still purchase everything I want.

New Story!

I’m an accomplished songwriter, and nobody in my family knows it. They all think that I work my office job and get bonuses for good work, which is true. But, in my free time I do what I’ve always wanted to do, write.

I’ve gotten three songs copyrighted in the last year and one of them sold three weeks ago. I also started writing a book based on a true story this year. It’s going to be a novel about a woman who has the worst 3 months of her life.

Nobody knows I’ve started that or that I have full intentions of getting it published. Of course I’d use a pen name so they think it’s a coincidence, but I’d never admit I wrote it if someone asked.

I absolutely love to be creative, but I just can’t share my work with anyone. I feel so vulnerable showing my work to someone for criticism. It’s easier to just pass it off to someone unknown to publish it or copyright it than to have a family member see it or even compliment me.

Another story!

I have multiple accounts on Myspace for no reason other than to mess with people. It's so easy to make them believe you are someone completely other than yourself.

I am a young female, but I made an account for me to role-play a gay male. I use that one the most. I am really from the East coast, but on this particular account I say I am from Indiana. I talk to the horniest guys ever about three or four times a day and really horny women slighltly less often. They have no idea that I'm not the least bit interested in any of them, or that I'm not even a male.

On another account, I am a sleazy middle-aged woman from the West coast. I constantly chat with guys about anything and everything sexual that you could think of. I send out pictures of women I've never even met to the men I talk to.

And on another account I act as a 16-year-old girl who's bi-curious. I act as though I'm a virgin who's deciding whether or not I'm ready to get sexual with a guy or girl for the first time. I am from the South and very religious.