My Life As An Internet Novels & Stories

“Ahh, it’s time to go to my work.” I wiped my helpless tears away and grinned miserably. “I have to work for my family first, and then I’ll cry later.” I stood up and exited Sir’s office. I even witnessed other pupils laughing with their companions. Some of them are walking with their cellphone, eating delectable food, hanging out at school, and studying on the bench with their headphones. I was alone in university and had no friends because I didn’t have time for that. My life focuses on school and work, but thanks to the internet, I’ve made some new acquaintances. We didn’t know each other personally, but we felt at ease with each other.

“You’re almost twenty-six. You don’t live in the Middle Ages……You don’t have to keep performing for her…..You're your own person.” She stared down at her fries, jaw tight. “You don’t get it.” “Then explain it to me,” I said softly. She exhaled. “My entire life is optics…..Every post…..Every outfit…..Every relationship I've ever been or im going to be in. I mess up once and the internet decides I’m a villain. Or worse…..irrelevant and cancelled.” “Or,” I said, nudging her knee, “you finally do something for yourself.” She snorted. “That’s not how social media works.”

It's not that I'm not used to hate, but because everyone believes anything they see on the internet, even if it's not the truth of the whole story. I sat down on the cold floor lifelessly. Staring at my screen. Is this the start of my downfall? Twelve years of my hard work… and this is what I get in return?

#ShouldIStillBeAliveIfMySisterWon'tSaveMe? Within minutes, thousands of people poured in, hungry for tragedy. Summer even put on makeup to look pale and sickly. With trembling lips and a soft, feeble voice, she pleaded, "Please… If you see this, help me find my sister. I just want a chance to live…" The chat went feral with sympathy. Most of the people cursed me, calling me heartless, selfish, a monster. Then, the internet did what it always does. They started deep-diving into my life, expecting scandals and abuse, any proof that I was the villain Summer painted me to be.

There, I had faced my fears, discovered new passions and learned valuable lessons about resilience and humility. When I said goodbye to Bernardo, I thanked him for his patience, guidance and for introducing me to a new world of possibilities. I promised myself that I would take with me the spirit of the farm in my heart, keeping alive the connection with nature and animals, even far from there. As the days unfolded on the farm, an unexpected challenge arose: the absence of the internet. As a digital influencer, I was used to always being connected, sharing my life on social networks and interacting with my followers. The lack of signal and internet access on the farm began to bother me.

“And you? How are you?” He nods once. “Coping.” His eyes lift back to mine. “I did try to look you up, you know. But there’s basically nothing about you on the internet. It’s like you vanished.” I can’t help the little smile that slips out. “I've never been a media person.” I continue, “I took your advice,” I say softly. “Restarted Vance Global. It’s small now, but steady. And things are… good.” His expression brightens, pride glinting in his eyes. “I'm glad you did.”

"Still throbbing away. You know, I've got to hand it to those small people inside my head who are hammering at my skull. They really do have a lot of energy and refuse to sleep." "You should get it checked out. You know, I read on the internet that-" "Adam, stay away from the internet! If I had actually been diagnosed with half the things that I use G****e to diagnose myself with, I'd be dead by now." He laughed. "Speaking of the internet, when's the new blogbuster coming out?" "When I get a moment alone," I replied. We had cereal for breakfast and I had to rush to work. I had a job as a shop assistant at a retail store which drained me almost completely with their ridiculous trading hours.

One rumor said I knocked up a girl for tuition cash, then vanished. Another had me juggling girlfriends till one almost killed herself. The internet wanted me gone—permanently. They spammed the school nonstop. The university folded. I was out. I kept my mouth shut through all of it. Then the divorce trial hit. My name was trashed so bad, no lawyer would touch me. I had to go in solo. Natalie, hell-bent on finishing me off, pushed for a livestream. The internet went wild, waiting to watch me crash in court.

Yes he is in the forest, but if they will only know, the serene gently beauty of nature that could bring a happiness that has no equal in the heart of man, those men living in the city, would envy him. For most millennials gadget is life, they could not live a single day, without gadget, without internet, without F******k, messenger and the likes. They feel that they are detached to the world, once they are in the place without internet signal. In our modern-day life today, internet is the way of life, in education, commerce and business, in education and in almost all face of our life.

Of course there were pictures—this was the digital age, and privacy was a myth, especially for people with their kind of visibility. Her stomach twisted into knots as she imagined her face plastered across every screen in Linyang, caught in that moment of complete vulnerability. "Oh god," she whispered, pressing her free hand to her mouth. "Oh god, oh god, oh god." "Relax, babe," Mia's voice took on a teasing lilt. "You look absolutely gorgeous in them. Very passionate, very romantic. The internet is eating it up—everyone's calling you the couple of the year." Aria felt her cheeks burn with a mixture of embarrassment and something else she didn't want to examine too closely.