Stories Social Media Novels & Stories

Dominic Fitz had no time for social media. He considered it a frivolity and a waste of time alongside family dinner and friendship hangouts. However, he has someone in charge of his social media accounts – John – and that someone could not stop yapping about how he was trending on social media.

I've given so much time for this then he won't show up? Bored, I just turned on my cellphone and looked at the messy inbox. There were chats from some classmates about school stuffs, there were also with lovers. I haven’t opened it yet and scrolled through the f******k newsfeed. I am not really into social media. I have i*******m and twitter, but it's not very used even though that's the trend now. I don't have a large circle, anyway. I think I don't need too much online interaction.

Lately, more stuff had been posted by fans on social media platforms when articles picked them up. “Stop. Don’t. It’s not worth it. If they had sent an email out before it got posted, we could have stopped it. It’s already up on TV and it’s all over social media. She is a social media whore. We won’t make a dent. Even with the whole social team working on it.” I rubbed my temples.

While waiting, I turned on the television, looking for some entertainment to distract me from all that weighed on my mind. Since that major incident, I felt a bit traumatized by social media. Every time I opened the apps, it felt like facing an increasing pressure. My social media feeds seemed to turn against me, filled with comments and views that made me feel cornered. It truly disturbed my mental and emotional state. I felt pressured and tended to avoid interactions on those platforms.

I said. "Yeah right, you can't just drive across town just to bring me coffee, out with it, what do you want?" I asked him. "Okay you got me... Well when last did you check your social media profiles?" He asked me. "I don't know, you know that my PR team handles that." I said. I am a busy man and I don't have time to be stuck on my phone going through social media platforms. I just don't have the energy for that and if it wasn't for the fact that I am in the public eyes, I had to have social accounts.

Was it that he didn't like her then? But now, they went overboard. It read, Sofia Makenzie a lover of Frankey's Studio, asks for help to seek the one who is producing her favorite brand copy clothes as G4 branded clothe surfaces. "Sofia Makenzie!" Stephany bit each word but not with coldness, she seemed not to care who she was. "Social media builds and destroys names so you might not understand because you ain't in it, but it's a scary place," Juma said feeling a need to explain.

While there were numerous accidents due to the fact that it was midday, while people were walking down the street, driving their cars, they were working, while going through some places, buildings, concerts, businesses, running, climbing stairs, where everyone followed the your daily chores. That's when, unexpectedly, they fell to the ground, sleeping for a whole week, their accidents led to deaths, due to people falling in the middle of traffic, train tracks, crashing cars, workers in factories and buildings, doctors and patients in consultants and hospitals. About that. When all the movies, videos, information, everything that was going on all the social networks, like F******k, YouTube, T

Remember, you never know when someone needs your smile or your words or your kind act of service or your hug. Social Media is only the perception of what others want you to see. Girlfriends, don’t get it twisted. I’m not even certain what social media will look like when you’re 49 and want to get on F******k or I*******m or Twitter. HA! Just kidding. You wont’ be 49, you’ll be 50! But seriously. The things you see on there are merely perceptions. It’s a highlight reel of people’s lives. It’s often times not reality. I pray you have the discernment to see that when that time {gulp} comes around.

Not only Nathan and Amanda, but all the people who were present in that small place were clapping, taking pictures, and congratulating us. The power of social media, which was faster than news channels nowadays, was flooded with the arrival of the next generation of Hall if I wasn’t wrong. With hashtags and pictures of us in the restaurants. If you type any of our names into the searching bar of any of the social media accounts, you would find everything that happened in those restaurants.

“Isn’t that where you swipe right if you find someone you’d like to—” “No,” I interrupted her. “It’s a social media platform where people share videos.” “I don’t get it.” “I’ve been dancing on it, posting short videos showing what kinds of skills we teach at On Your Toes.” “Like commercials?” I pulled up the app. “Kind of.” I pulled up my profile and showed Mom a couple of the videos, and then noticed something strange. “Wow, this one has a lot of views,” I said, looking closer.