Novel & Cerita My Life As An Internet

Eric didn't know what Henry was doing, but all day he hugged his computer and asked him for money, Eric asked Henry to say that he ordered things online. It wasn't until the goods arrived that Eric was angry and funny because Henry had lost his adult toys, somehow Henry could even find this site. Since being brought to the social network, the beauty of two children Alan and Asher has been noticed by others. Alan loves to want Eric to take pictures of the boy and Alan just likes to build boats and tech gadgets. “So, does Asher want to act in a movie?” "What's the point of filming?" “Filming is like being on TV, Alan will be shown on TV.”

But it ended in screams, silence, and abandonment. My name’s now a stain across the internet. A smear campaign flourishing so fast you’d think I was a politician and not just… a girl who wanted to be loved. To the world, I’m now a shameless homewrecker and loose wife and whatnot and every vile thing a woman can be under the sun. That’s the line the internet likes. And I’ve lost so much blood this month alone, I could fill a goddamn tank. Five miscarriages in two years plus? Five. I'm pretty sure I’ve broken some kind of tragic world record. I’m living history—but not the kind anyone claps for.

"How's the world treating you besides existing as a trending topic?" For a beat, he didn't answer. The comedy camouflaged something....a careful relief. You could see him weigh whether to expose a bit more of the truth. "Complicated," he said eventually. "The internet is loud. People are mean. My sister is... not okay." His jaw tightened. "And there are people who think we're entertainment." "If the internet is loud," I said, "then maybe we can be two quiet voices. Call it rebellion." I kept my tone light because that's what felt safest.

Whatever happens when we trade our summer nights for both the bright lights of the stadiums and the public interest in our relationship is something we’re going to have to figure out. All of this might feel better if I had an idea of what my next steps are. Sharing my life on the internet—as well as my outfits and favorite products—kind of fell into my lap. I just hired a manager who helps me secure brand deals, but I still don’t know how long this will last. My life is nowhere near figured out, and I hate that part of me wonders if that will get in the way of the relationship me and Preston have built. Sadness washes over me as I look down at my phone and type a response back to Margo.

Now, I wasn't sure what to think. Anna took a measured sip from her thermos, her eyes never leaving mine. "How can you know it won't work without trying? Let's set aside whether you can do it for now-the question is whether you want to." Her words cut through my hesitation with surgical precision. Did I want this? The opportunity to reclaim some semblance of dignity and purpose after everything I'd lost? "I don't know if I'm cut out for being an... internet personality," I admitted, carefully setting down my fork.

Snorting to myself, I mumbled, "How much worse could it get?" Maybe people would appreciate the raw version of me more than the put-together one. Maybe it was crazy of me to even think that in the first place. I tapped the record button and balanced my phone on my belly. Fuck it, who cared at this point. I was so tired of living in fear of strangers on the internet. The least I could do was make a statement for myself and stand up to everyone who was calling me horrible things that weren't true. I opened my mouth and began to speak.

“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.

Hannah’s POV: The Internet is a crazy, fickle place. One day you can be the most hated person, and the next moment, you have a legion of fans rallying behind you as if they’ve known you all their lives. This morning, I woke up feeling like a ghost—my project barely had any votes. But now, less than twenty-four hours later, I was staring at my screen while the number of votes skyrocketed.

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.