How Long Do Your Stories Stay On Facebook Novels & Stories

In under an hour, she had a story of over a thousand words. Michelle posted her fairy tale on her social media as a New Year's gift to her followers. Almost immediately, comments began pouring in: "Beautiful! I'm hungry for more!" "I'm a fan of Mizzy, but this story is so fun!! Worth every moment! @XXXX @XXXXX" "We have the New Year's story, when's the New Year's selfie coming? Waiting for the lovely photo." "Who would have thought? The elegant lady from yesterday can write such lively, childlike prose without it feeling out of place."

"What?" Felicity did not understand what Stella meant. "Well, sometimes Sophia's methods can be pretty effective," said Stella. Felicity was still trying to figure out the meaning of Stella's sentence. Soon, she saw Stella's countermove. After half an hour, Dusk Galaxy posted on Facebook, [Nothing in the world is as mean as the human heart.] Just ten minutes later, she posted again, [All work suspended indefinitely.] And ten minutes after that, she took down all of her Facebook posts and deactivated her account, quitting the platform entirely. Shortly thereafter, some netizens discovered that she had not only deactivated her Facebook account, but all of her social media accounts. Soon, the t

She did not want those fellows in the same trade to access her personal life because she preferred to keep her privacy that way. Although Serenity often posted on Facebook, she tended to post on stories as they would be gone after a certain amount of time. Zachary was the first to like her post last night. Serenity was dumbstruck. Did she allow him access to her Facebook posts and stories when she added him? Maybe she forgot to limit Zachary’s access when she first added him on Facebook. Thinking back, Serenity did not publish anything other than her crafts and flowers on the balcony. She felt at ease and relieved that she did not bad-mouth Zachary on Facebook.

he said. "No," Damien said. "She said she would not post it." "I know what she said." They looked at each other. "How long," Lennon said. "Until she tells one person. Thirty minutes. Until the campus account has it, an hour." He paused. "By tonight." Lennon looked at the lamp. He looked at the room they had been meeting in since Octobe, the desk, the empty chairs, the single warm circle of light. He found words for the specific feeling he had about it.

"Babe, have you seen the news?" Zoey asked on the phone. "Yep. You're amazing," Grace responded as she looked at the pictures of Celia and Wendy that were circulating online. She had to admit that the reporter was quite skilled. Every picture was particularly alluring and aroused people's curiosity. Chuckling, Zoey continued, "I've talked to the social media person in charge about this news. It won't be removed from the trending list for at least three days. Since they want to be famous, let them enjoy it this time."

*** It took less than twelve hours to take the posts down. But it didn’t matter at the end. A few smaller gossip accounts still had screenshots circulating, even with the main articles gone. I kept telling myself that meant people had moved on, plus wasn’t four days enough for the internet to find a new scandal to devour. I hoped—prayed—that was true.

He gently took of his apron and wiped his hands with a small towel and turned to Vanessa. "No? I haven't." Vanessa sounded a bit worried. "Mmm I see. Anything about when they plan to return on social media or whatever?" Zayne probed. " No... Actually, but before they travelled it was all over the internet... I mean when they planned to leave and travel. Their so called honeymoon," Vanessa gestured in quote, " is meant to last 3 weeks... Due to work." Vanessa said, leaning against the counter. "Okay, okay, that's not bad at all... Not bad. Which means their time is up and they should return any day or two from now?"

He twirled his pasta, seeming not to be aware I was staring at him. When he looked up, there was a twinkle in his eye. "Really?" I said. "People are responding?" "The life-span of these stories are small, so if I were you I'd hop online the moment you get home and see what people are saying. Minus the crazy comments, of course. There are a few of those, too." I laughed. Tears were threatening. My dream was coming true, I'd done it. "Thank you." "For what?" he looked surprised.

I shook my head. "Should we stop laughing in public too?" A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "You know what I mean." "I do." I leaned back in my chair. "But if people want to invent stories, they'll do it whether we're standing together or not." Lucas remained silent. Then he nodded slowly. "I hate that you're right." "So do I." --- By afternoon, the gossip had spread far beyond social media. News blogs picked up the story. Entertainment pages reposted the photographs.

Calista inquired. The waiter responded, "Sounds good to me. Are you acting or directing for that show?" Calista immediately gave Lucas the waiter's contact information and then blocked the waiter. She preferred to keep her contact list clean, reserving it for clients and friends only. Lucas messaged Calista, "The show will air at 8 pm tonight. If you have a work-related Facebook account, feel free to share it." Lucas wasn't expecting much. Although Claude had some recognition in their niche community, it was limited to 50 thousand people.