My Life As An Internet Novels & Stories

On my birthday, my acceptance letter from Mar University finally arrived. Mom even did something completely out of character: she ordered my favorite strawberry cake. For a moment, I thought my parents had finally remembered that today wasn’t just the day for my brother’s medical checkup—it was my birthday, too. However, right after I blew out the candles, Mom pulled out my brother’s acceptance letter from a local community college. “Mason, your brother didn’t do well in his SATs, so he’ll only be able to get into a community college,” she said. “His health is poor, and he can’t handle the stress of retaking the SATs.” Dad cleared his throat, assuming his usual stance as the head of t

“And to everyone else… I hope you find whatever it is you’re looking for. Whatever hole you’re trying to fill by tearing down a stranger on the internet. I genuinely hope you find it.” I end the live. My screen goes black. And suddenly I can breathe again. I think. My heart is still racing. My hands are shaking so badly I nearly drop my phone. I just did that. I went live to almost three hundred thousand people and told them my story. I just told the internet to fuck off. “That was quite badass.” I jump in shock, spinning around. Kevin is standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed and a small smile on his face.

All aside, as a supernatural being held accountable to the statute of secrecy, the internet is the worst invention ever. Before the internet, it was much easier to say you were someone else, and no one made a connection. It wasn’t a huge deal for many of my kind because they weren’t in the public eye. For the others in the band and me, it is. With the internet and conspiracy theories out there, we may find ourselves back into permanent retirement from performing to protect the statute of secrecy. I don’t know if I’m ready to give up music, and I know the others aren’t.

“Are some of them actually problematic?” “I’ve crossed out the names of anyone with scandals,” Clara replied. “It’s amazing how quickly people can get cancelled on the internet.” “The internet has made it possible for anyone to become famous and internet personalities don’t always have PR teams to work things out for them,” Mia said. “I think that’s why so many popular internet figures have scandals so frequently, there’s no one to filter things for them.” Clara was beginning to get an idea for a revenge plan. “I think I’m going to need to choose people who are unlikely to get into scandals in the future,” Clara agreed.

Mother pursed her lips. My sister finally spoke up. "Listen, I don't love Val and I think she's impressive for surviving all the crap you put her through. But I also understand where grandma is coming from. We don't put our last names out there. We like the keep the family simple but this comes with a highlighter. The Internet is like an inquisitive child, if you give it one information, it will start seeking for others and it's like you just gave the internet free candy." "I don't care what strangers do.".

My entire life, my world, marriage and even… even my bleeding heart. I don’t know… somehow, I kind of thought I would feel something after that. You know, relived. Free, or happier maybe? But I didn’t. I didn’t feel any of that at all. If anything, all I felt after was exposed. Completely and utterly exposed! To people I didn’t even know. This was the internet, I mean. People… real people behind fake or real usernames. My username was fake, who’s to tell a bunch of other persons aren’t?

“But I really do hope you understand me, once the internet gets involved in this, breaking up for the both of us becomes more difficult,” “The plan was to just show me to your parent once they’re in town and I’m free to leave once they go back, the moment we go public, that won’t be possible, I won’t live a free life, my everyday life will be monitored by these people, I don’t think I want that,” “Plus it’s only a matter of time before they’ll dig out that everyone you said about me to your parents is a lie. I don’t think that looks good on you either,” I explained and he nodded slowly with a small hum.

She was in a deep V-neck black dress and had a voluptuous figure. John blew smoke into her face, smirking, "We'll go when your period is over." The woman playfully punched him, "You're awful!" Lana recognized her as a top internet celebrity. She was known for her pure and innocent image and had numerous male fans. Her behavior in person was a stark contrast to her internet persona. It left Lana's employees utterly shocked. But Lana could understand it. People had different sides to them, and adopting a persona to make a living wasn't uncommon.

"We like sex. We like each other. We like exploring. And I'm tired of apologizing for that." Mila smiled and kissed me softly. "So what, we just live our best lives?" "We live our best lives," I confirmed. "Because forever is not guaranteed, babe. And if the internet's going to judge us anyway, we might as well give them something worth talking about." She laughed against my lips. "You're absolutely unhinged." "I know." We stood there in her living room, phones still buzzing with notifications, the world still talking about us, and for the first time in a long time, I wasn't afraid.

I’m not what you call popular, I’m close to being an invisible person around the school. I sat in my room alone, as usual, I’m still a human being I need outside interaction before I go crazy and that’s what I use the internet for, I have online friends, some are little like me. They always share their stories about themselves and their mommies or daddies, lucky them, I have no one. I opened my favorite website ever, it’s all about littles and caregivers, it’s where I have the most friends. I opened my message board and wrote a new post.