Novel & Cerita Instagram Story Stuck On Uploading

The photoshoot had gone better than I expected. I scrolled through some of the videos that had been taken and selected a short clip. It was simple, just a few seconds of me smiling at the camera before turning away. Without overthinking it, I uploaded it to my I*******m story. Then I tossed my phone beside me. Less than five minutes later, my phone started vibrating.

He was staring at her like that so Krishika cleared her throat and asked," What happened, why are you staring at me like that?" "Me. No, where am I staring at you?" He replied in a huff. Krishi smiled devilishly and said, "Can you do me one thing?" " Ammm, me, hmm,ok" he got agreed. "Can you take some pictures of me. I haven't uploaded anything on my I*******m for a long time so I need some pictures for there."After listening to Krishi, Abhay got ready and clicked her pictures.

"Why did you stop your video? Continue." It's with an awkward smile that I put my phone back in video mode, and make another short video in which Grace pressed her body to my side to appear in it. After a while, I stop the video and then upload all the photos, clips, and videos I've accumulated for today. That should maybe get my father off my back for a while. Once they are done uploading, I shove my phone back into my pocket and pick up my beer, taking a huge swig out of it. The drink burns down my throat and I sigh out loud, bored out of my mind.

He typed and deleted countless words in the message box, but in the end, he didn't send a single message. Suddenly, a devious idea occurred to him. He searched online for a realistic photo of an injured finger, saved it, and then posted it on his Instagram account. His caption read, "Question: If my finger is injured this badly, what should I do?"

I say, raising my voice over the music. Helen laughs, tossing her head back. “Right? But she’s stuck at that family dinner.” I make a face and lift my phone. “Let’s send her a photo. She can live vicariously through us.” We huddle together, cheek to cheek, both of us striking our most dramatic pose — pouty lips and flirty eyes. I snap a few and take a couple of videos too, scanning across the club, capturing the flashing lights and the energy. I upload them all to my I*******m story, adding a “Girls’ Night Out 💋🍸” sticker and tagging Helen.

Please bare with me and I will start uploading again as soon as I can, until then, I would love to hear any feedback. Take care Taylor West

I don’t even have much to do; the pictures I selected have been in my draft for over a week, song selected, and everything. I glance at him. His eyes are on me already. Oh, gosh. I fix my eyes back on my phone and continue editing. I tag him on the last photo (he’s not kissing my cheek in it). A 5-picture slide—4 of me, 1 of the two of us. Caption: His view at brunch (heart with ribbon emoji). The comments and like counts are not disabled. I pray I don’t faint. I hit ‘post’ and lock my phone immediately.

“You don’t get to take pictures of people like that. Do you have any idea what I could do to you? I could have you sued for every pathetic penny you have.” Her face went pale. “I’m sorry,” she repeated, her voice breaking. “Delete it,” he said. “I—I can’t,” she stammered. His eyes darkened. “What do you mean you can’t?” “It’s—it’s already uploaded,” she said quickly. “And the platform—it doesn’t let you delete immediately, you have to wait until—” “I don’t care,” he cut in. “I swear I’ll take it down,” she rushed. “Just give me an hour or two, I promise—”

he said nuzzling my neck with his nose. A single selfie turned out to be numerous selfies, as we kept taking pictures and making crazy funny faces. It took time before we could both decide on the ones to upload. I uploaded the one we were both sticking out our tongues with an heart as the caption. While Kene uploaded all with different captions like; Upcoming bride and groom, Prepare to eat wedding rice and a lot more. I was going through his phone when a message popped in. Old man : Why is your status looking like waist bead?

Then she dropped her right hand, where the phone was, on her lap. "Is that live?" "No," she said while looking at her screen and tapping around it. "It's just for my I*******m story." "Then cut me out of it." "But baby~ You cannot delete a part of an I*******m story~" I rolled my eyes in annoyance. "And also-" she faced her phone to me and showed her stories of me just staring in the distance for a few minutes. Some are just pictures, and some are videos with captions only she thinks it's funny--damn, I forgot I'm still wearing this stupid wig. I check the views, and it has already reached millions. "Oh, sorry, honey~ I should've asked for your permission. But it's alright because I'm your m