Romans & histoires Famous Blog Writers

This is just writer’s block, right? I mean, surely there was something about last night’s date with Gabe that went terribly. There must be something for me to write about... I sat in my office chair, staring at the blank screen of the word processing program in front of me. I had been gazing at it for half an hour, trying to brainstorm what to write for the upcoming blog post. The problem, though, was that I ran a website that people visited to hear about my bad dates, not the good ones. There wasn’t anything interesting about a good date, or at least anything that my current readers would want to hear. They wanted the ridiculous details. They wanted the men who didn’t pay for dinner and the

I was looking at the glowing screen of my laptop, scrolling through the administrative dashboard of The Advocate’s Voice. The blog was no longer just a digital lifeboat for a community under siege; it had become a flagship. My initial article, published under my own name, had ignited a global conversation that simply refused to be extinguished. The platform now hosted weekly guest columns from psychologists like Dr. Elise Chen, legal deep-dives by the Aegis Foundation, and personal essays from submissives and Dominants across the world. Yesterday, a major publishing house had finalized the acquisition of the blog’s core essays, preparing to bind our survival into a physical book that would s

The blogger was a renowned novel illustrator on T*****r. She was famous and had a few billion followers on T*****r. Famous actors and actresses wouldn’t even have a few billion followers on T*****r. As for the quality of the blogger’s illustration, it was as if the best professionals in the industry did it. An illustration by the blogger could sell for at least $10,000 and was still sought after by many.

“She’s the most famous food reviewer in the world.” “Yeah, so, she’s from Fresonia originally, and she’s planning on coming to opening night,” Eliza said. “That’s good news!” I exclaimed. “That means we can impress her with all our hard work! Why don’t you sound excited?” Eliza hesitated for a moment. “She’s made some uh, comments about you. On her blog.” Alexandra Shea’s blog was the most-read food blog in the world. People took her word as gospel, and a review from her could sink or swim any restaurant. My heart sank. “What kind of comments?”

Different artists from all over the world were brought to perform, and two commendians came to entertain us. It was fun and it brought a smile and laughter to my face. Finally, after hours of entertainment, the host announced that it was time to give out the awards. “These are the nominees for best blogger of the year, Josephine Langford, Rita Hayworth, Billie marten, Gato Chandelier and Andrew Garage.” “And the winner of the best blogger of the year goes to Josephine Langford!!!” The crowd clapped as Josephine walked up stage and took the awards.

One of the most popular blogs had just released a press news. I felt the air in my lungs try to suffocate me. Anna tapped on the link, leading us to a website. I felt my eyeballs pop out as I saw the text. “Popular billionaire promotes his mistress in order to foster their affair,” the headline read. I seized the phone from her. I scrolled through, reading as the author clearly described Alex, but left my identity hidden. I scrolled to the bottom, and at the end, there was a screenshot of the text Alex and I shared. It was recent.

Valerie tilted her head to the side and asked," So, you are here because your nosiness is almost driving you mad?" Irene maintained a straight face and sighed irritably, "It is what I do. I am a blogger. I am Hush Havens. The head of one of the biggest blogs in the world and I'm here in person to listen to your story and any additional thing to let people in on the Carson tea," Valerie's eyes widened after she mentioned that she was the CEO of Hush Havens. The anonymous blogger that people have wondered what their real identity was for many years was sitting right next to her, wanting to interview her in person.

I had been blocked. "Clara here! Can't talk right now, but if you leave a message I'd definitely get back to you." I threw the phone across my bed with a frustrated grunt. Fuck this shit. She sounded so hurt that night. All I just wanted to do was talk. I wanted to make sure she was good, and not thinking too much about the unnecessary news that kept coming out on the blogs every two hours. I could not count how many blogs I had threatened, but that was the thing with blogs… they were run by faceless people and so they felt invisible. Every threat made them post even worse things, while the victims watched their reputation which they had worked hard to build crash to the ground.

Blake blurted. “Soon.” Aaron commented and I turned to him disbelief. “Do you heard the news yesterday?” Blake suddenly asked to Aaron. “I’m busy in bed.” I smacked Aaron for answering that. Jean chuckled and Blake smirked. “A famous blogger wrote a blog post about you idiots. She mocked Sky in process.” I looked at Blake and then turned to Aaron. “What did she write?” Aaron asked. “Writing about us being rich and love to play women like changing clothes. The blogger mentioned all of our names but she mocked Sky the most. I think she’s one of Sky’s mistress.”

Although I am a few feet shorter than him, I can still see both fear and amusement glinting in his eyes. "Fair enough, ey?" I winked at him with a smirk of my own before leaving him alone. Oh, what would other people say if they learned that the infamous wealthy, handsome (ew), and disreputable bad boy is wearing a chicken suit? Damn, my blog would be a hit! I write a blog under the pseudonym of CrazyHater. Just like what my username suggests, it's a hate blog. But I like to call it an 'awareness' blog though.