Stories Social Media Novels & Stories

I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and contemplated on which of the social media I was going to check first for either of the Walter brothers. Should I search F******k first or should I just check through I*******m? I asked myself Anyway, both of these social media I had the intention of perusing were quite famous for almost similar reasons. They are both trending social media applications on the internet and I believe that I was going to get something important from my search.

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.

"You have a large following on Phodiogram. Why not just declare it there?" "Phodiogram?" She shudders, her skin getting goosebumps at the thought of social media. The whole concept of social media is to put yourself out there, show and show, and aside from a few photos of artwork and fashion designs that she's particularly proud of, Amy has never used this medium of communication much. "I’m not really into it now." "I can see it. But anyway, you have a lot of followers and the major news networks are sure to cover it."

I have been chilling at my home on the bed and eating pizza with Kiara, scrolling through the social media timeline. Yes, this was another thing I started when I had broken up with Alexander. I came on social media. It helped me not to be bored for a longer time. But for the thing, I came on the media apps, which diverted me soon to be stuck on one person regularly which blew my mind in some unimaginable ways. Only Layla can do this with me! Social media is a completely different world than reality. People are so happy here or perhaps they are pretending to be happy. Well, seeing them achieve a lot of things in life did affect my mind a little. But Layla has a simple profile filled with pict

He acts like a hormonal teenager falling in love! A helpless smile appears on his face as he opens another app, Weibo. He remembers NiNi often post about something on her Weibo, so he wants to see what on earth is she doing now. But he was attracted to the comment section of his newest post. Then he remembers he repost NiNi's post and say he was proud of her. Reading the comment section, he got refreshed. People have nothing to do these days. They are commenting about other people on a media social as if they are the spectator of someone else's life.

"Now about the post we made about Blue. Did you take it down?" "Yes sir, but nothing is ever really gone from the internet. People saved and shared that tweet a thousand times over by now. They could easily repost it or anything else pertaining to it." Have I mentioned my disdain for social media? "How do we make people lose interest in this? Doesn't the gossip population move on rather quickly on those sites?" I realize I sound like an old man, but I can not stand social media in any form.

There is nothing important for me in the emails . I move to my socials. I am not a social media person. In fact my publicist handles most of my social media accounts however I check them whenever I can. I open my I*******m to find myself tagged in some photos and a lot of dms mostly from women trying to hit on me. I am not surprised about that though.

“What news outlet?” “On her socials, Sir,” John answered quickly, “Not news outlet, but on her social media account.” Socials? Why would she- I just loaded it up anyway. Fingers fast as the page came up, the words appearing on my screen like the disaster that I knew they were. Warning bells going off in my ears, my chest tight. “Hello everyone, Serena here. I’ve seen the posts, the tags, the headlines… even had cameras chasing me down the street. But honestly? I’m not upset.

Upon seeing me, he immediately said disdainfully, "What does social media success amount to? It's just netizens making a fuss. Do you really think those commenting netizens can afford jewelry?" Isabella also chimed in, "If you like to post short videos so much, you might as well be a social media intern. Maybe that suits you better."

An idea slowly crept into my mind, thinking about something that made me smirk at the end. Without taking my eyes off them, I grabbed my cell phone from my pocket. After I opened the Play Store section, I installed the famous social media platforms. When they were completed, I searched all of Ms. Dela Cruz' social media accounts. You followed Marissa Dela Cruz. I kept smiling at the following sections of my I*******m and F******k, as well as Snapchat and W******p. The first purpose in making my very own social media accounts just like the others and what is trending nowadays is, of course, because of Ms. Dela Cruz. The employee a while ago was right. Her accounts were all private, but I hope