Stories Blogspot Novels & Stories

I closed my eyes and breathed him in, savoring the moment all that I could, grateful that things had turned out for the better. “Out of curiosity, though,” Gabe began, after a few moments of relaxation. “If we’re going to be together, and you aren’t going on any more bad dates and since Brian doesn’t exist, what are you going to blog about?” “I don’t know.” I shrugged. “I mean, I’m still taking reader submissions for bad dates and Cora is sending me plenty of material to publish on the site.”

A text had arrived thirty seconds earlier, from the same number, three words that stopped her mid-step in the driveway. *Check today's post.* Emma opened her browser. Dana's blog loaded slowly in the coastal signal. The new post was titled: "The Story I Almost Wrote. And Why I Didn't."

Something bad. The first text was from Steve, his friend back in South Carolina who ran auto parts shops and usually only texted about sports or beer. "Dude. Check BlastZone. NOW." BlastZone was a gossip blog that lived for corporate scandals and celebrity drama. The kind of site that did not give a shit about facts as long as the story was juicy enough to get clicks and ad revenue. They had been covering the Sinclair-Maddox scandal since day one, posting every humiliating detail they could find.

She was quick to open an account and clicked on the blog link that Kelvin had sent her. Apparently, it was an only student school forum and the students could post all sorts of stuff in the forum, from gossip about teachers to students. The link Kelvin had sent her was a blog post of someone talking about how she had embarrassed Mr Stanely. She read through the blog before raising her eyebrow.