Things To Spam Your Friends With Novels & Stories

To be honest… I’ll need more than three months to get back on track. Of course, I checked my phone for notifications as part of my morning routine. As usual, I received a slew of spam emails, which I promptly deleted. I spent an hour responding to my friends’ messages and scrolling through F******k. There was nothing new under the sun. I only see what’s going on with my German and London-based friends; they’re mostly flexing about their relationships, traveling, or whining about love, life, and job. As I already stated, there is nothing truly new.

Next time won’t be easy. For a second, the café noise disappeared. I read the message. Once, then twice. Again and again. My heart started pounding in a slow, deliberate rhythm. “That’s not funny,” I said automatically. “I’m not laughing.” We both stared at it. “Could it be spam?” I asked “It's too specific to be spam. Since when does spam know our daily lives?” I swallowed “Maybe it’s a bluff.” “From who? We don't know if it's a bluff, do we?” she snapped, then immediately softened. “Sorry. I just… ”

Leaving a message felt hollow, but it was all I had. "hey, Sophie," I began, a sheepish grin tugging at my lips. "Life's been a whirlwind lately, and I completely lost track of time. How are you?” A wave of excitement bubbled within me. "There's so much I need to tell you!" I typed, my fingers practically flying across the screen. First, your favourite snacks are on their way - bribery never hurts, right? Second, get ready to have your mind blown - this is bigger than anything you can imagine! But hold on, there's a twist... Finally, Brian and I. Don't worry too much, but maybe a little bit? Trust me, this is good. Hit me up as soon as you see this, I can't wait to spill the beans!

That was unexpected, and the fact that my brain was still processing the whole thing. We drove in silence for a few minutes, then he spoke. “It’s nothing,” he said immediately, too immediately, forcing a small laugh. “Just spam.” I laughed too. “Oh,” I said lightly. “Okay.” “Did you see what the message was about?” He asked. I shook my head and smiled back. He relaxed almost instantly, shoulders easing as if a threat had passed. Yes, I saw the message clearly. “I miss you” with a heart emoji. A spam, he says—but that reaction, that panic and phone snatching, was it necessary for just spam?

I made a mental note to text her and see if she would be here. "Hi. How are you?" He responded. I sat at the table beside him, looking over the numerous people who were either moving equipment, reading a script, or running about to give their boss a cup of coffee. "I'm good, you?" "I'm fine." We both sat silently, waiting for who to break the silence and start talking about what happened yesterday. "About yesterday..." He started. "Hm?" "I just wanted to say sorry for spamming you with messages and yelling at you. I'm sorry. It's fine if you don't reciprocate the feelings, I can't force you to. But I'd love it if we remained friends."

Updates from my assistant about meetings I'd rescheduled. Then one caught my eye. The sender was listed as "A Friend." No profile picture, just a generic gray silhouette. The subject line made my blood stop moving through my veins. "Your wife's affair." It read. My hand hovered over the mouse, cursor blinking on the email. Part of me wanted to delete it immediately. Spam. Someone's sick joke. Some paparazo with nothing better to do than search for gossip. I should have ignored it. But I clicked it anyway.

No reply instantly this time, making me lose my control more. 'Okay, enjoy your weekend with your dearest friend. Sorry to disturb you.' Am I overreacting? Yes, I think. Technically we are friends and a friend has no business in what the other friend does in his personal life. But I'm not listening to my subconscious now, it's clear. One more text, popped from Alex:-

“Hоlу ѕhіt, we аrе аt 20k. I nееd tо рut it оn my Fасеbооk раgе. Iz, I’ll tаg you аnd get everyone ѕhаrіng, thіѕ thіng will gо vіrаl іf іt kіllѕ mе.” He spent thе nеxt thіrtу minutes ‘nеtwоrkіng’ as hе саllеd іt, he hаd wеll over thrее thousand frіеndѕ so wе hаd hіgh hореѕ thаt thеу would gеt it trеndіng on Twitter and shared оn FB.

I said while shaking my head and making a sound with my tongue and palate. “What?” Jaxson gave me baffled looks as his eyes followed my hand as I put down the laptop and then slightly faced him. “That’s why you lack friends and communication. I mean, I’m not saying that everything in social media was real. But still, it’s a great way to make connections to people after meeting them in real life. Plus, you are hot and have so much potential. You look like some influencer who will just film themselves standing and getting millions of likes. You have no idea how much it will help you after being recognized more.”

Just as they were about to eat, Melanie received a call from a friend. "Mel, have you seen it?" her friend said gleefully. "Ken and Jennifer's fight is trending on the internet!" "No, I haven't." Melanie had uninstalled most of her social media apps. If she kept seeing people talk bad about her, it would affect her mood. Her friend laughed loudly.