The journal I read fiction for accepts anonymous submissions; story titles line up in my inbox without credentials.
A successful story grips, entertains, surprises, enlightens, astounds, evokes. An unsuccessful story fails to fledge. Earthbound, it's a reminder that being airborne requires engineering, grace and wind's fortune, no matter the name on the wing.
Every one of the zillions of stories I've read--in print, as a workshop leader, a schoolteacher, and an assistant editor--reminds me that imagination is proximate and elusive, necessary and honorable.