Random Profile Picture Novels & Stories

She took her cell phone and started searching on F******k. His profile was the first one on the list, she clicked it. His display picture was him and his dog, a Pomeranian, she thought. Good thing most of his information was public and she wasn't even surprised when she saw that he has lots of friends but wondered if he knew all of them.

I haven't gotten the well deserved sleep I need. I pulled my phone out and logged into kik. I quickly searched for his username there and instantly noticed that his display photo was a black grand piano. I sighed looking at it, I was expecting his display photo was a picture of himself. At least I'd know how he looks like. Then I stared at my own display photo which was a picture of me. I think it's unfair if he'll see my face and I won't see his. So I hurriedly changed my display photo into a picture of a cute kitten.

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I opened his message. :Why is your profile picture like that? Does profile picture mean your face? Are you one of those mellinials who love aesthetics? :Well, I have the option whether I am going to use my face as a profile picture or some other photos that I took personally. You cannot trust social media nowadays. Users of technology tend to go beyond the rule just for fun or to make money. :You're right. But, what if I prefer to use my real face instead? Would you like that?”

The other day, he had pieced it all together (social media wasn't his thing:⁠,⁠-⁠). He created a fake username. Does captainZ_1001 count? Her profile was the first that appeared on his feed. Photos of her having fun with her friends, photos of her body wrapped against a tiny girl, they both grinned in the photo, and for a second, he wondered who the little girl was.

It was good enough. And within seconds of hitting that submit button on the app, I had started receiving messages. Most of them were boring. One word greetings. And basic compliments. Nothing exciting. Then a new profile popped up. No face. Just a silhouette of a guy standing near the window. He was a tall guy. With the Greek god body. And the perfect silhouette. The picture was taken in an expensive hotel suite in the background. The name was simple. A.W. I scowled a little.

Then I browse a popular social media site to look up Neville Campbell, the guy who somehow made my stomach twist with something I haven’t known since I have met him. I open the discovery tool on the same site and type out his name. I click on the first link, and it takes me to his profile set on public. The profile picture is a nice picture of him dressed in a black tux with his hair nicely combed back. For a fact, I can trust that it’s him. There are plenty of pictures posted on his page from his travels around the world. The first picture that pops up takes my breath away when I scroll on the screen.

The pics changes from time to time. To be continued.

“You should reply, Cathy.” A few days ago, someone by the name of Calum Dissick created an account on BC, that itself is unusual because what are the odds? The same name? His profile picture is a landscape picture but his username is a mix of his first and last name. Nothing to worry or think about. It can’t be him.

Just profiles, brief descriptions, and the occasional meeting if the conversation went well. I scrolled through a few profiles without much interest. Most of them were from nearby towns or travelers passing through. Then one profile caught my attention. No face picture. Just a photo taken from behind—a man sitting on a balcony somewhere snowy, a glass in his hand. Dark coat. Broad shoulders. The image had been taken carefully. The username read - NorthBound. His description was short. Someone who preferred quiet conversations. Books. Hiking. I leaned back against the headboard, staring at the screen for a moment before tapping the match button.