Trolling Novels & Stories

Pressed the button. And just like that, hell opened. Notifications exploded across the screen. Missed calls. Texts. Voicemails. News alerts. Mentions. I didn’t even know where to start, so I did the dumbest thing. I opened T*****r. I shouldn’t have. My name was everywhere. Hashtag: SylviaTheSlut Hashtag: MarioDeservedBetter Hashtag: ModernWomenTrash I stared at a tweet with my face photoshopped on a meme, me in bed with James, and Mario’s mansion in flames behind us.

Apparently all the times I called Laura while I was in New York with all my garbage, that loser Sam was listening on it and sometimes he would make snide comments like- 'Ohhh you have it turf Leona. 'Tragic, Leona.' 'But like seriously you need to get a life, have you heard of tinder or a dildo?' 'Stay in New York, Ed Sheeran doppelgänger.' 'Goodbye Bella Thorn wanna be.. mom and dad need to sleep, we have a life remember?'

Maisie was amused by him. This was indeed something that would come out of his mouth after he lost his memory. Daisie chimed in and asked, “What are Internet trolls?” Maisie explained, “Like those people who scolded you and brother in the past. They’re known as the Internet trolls.” “Oh, I see,” Daisie replied. Nolan placed his hand on the back of Maisie’s hand and asked, “So you’ll let her be the spokesperson?”

More figures came stumbling out of the tunnel, bent over with mirth, slapping each other on the back and choking back the tears. “He nearly wet himself,” rumbled one, clutching his sides. “And when he grabbed the slime...” screamed another, falling to the floor and rolling about. God, I hate trolls.

Online trolls flooded social media platforms with vile comments and accusations, aiming to tarnish my reputation. Doubt and uncertainty crept into my thoughts, threatening to unravel the foundation I had worked so hard to build. But amidst the storm, I found solace in the unwavering support of my closest allies. Kate, ever the pillar of strength, stood by my side, fending off the trolls and countering the false narratives with the truth.

I clicked on T*****r and immediately sent: "DO YOU WANT TO SEE LAURA'S MURDERERS? VOTE NOW!" And clicked send.

Leandro paused for a moment and said, "Can I also send a tweet on T*****r?" "Sure!" Half an hour later, Charlotte realized that her T*****r feed and Leandro's T*****r feed were completely different concepts! Her T*****r account was a genuine T*****r account, while Leandro's T*****r account was a bought trending topic!

And then he did the expected. He laughed. And laughed. And kept on laughing. So he is! " How is it possible that you're in the 21st century, and believe eating humans is for animals?" he managed to blurt out in the middle of laughter. "aye... don't corrupt me lad here" Tucker walked up to us and plastered a fake glare at Clement. How do I know it's fake? Well because it's the same look he gives to me when he pretends to be angry that I'm working overtime.

says Graydon with a smile. "Oh no," I say as I start to see where he's going with this. Trolls are walking, talking, twelve feet tall stink bombs. Most of the time they are just smelly. But when they feel threatened or angry or upset or annoyed or even just a little bored, they can let off a stink that will knock everyting within 100 metres flat. "Yes exactly," says Graydon. "Not quite a smoke bomb. Troll bomb." The others suck in their breath. "That's harsh," says the blue-haired guy but he's nodding approvingly.

“The boy is quite arrogant on camera. My profile isn't a fan of his group yet, but if his claws can actually pull this off, my wolf doesn't mind joining his circle today.” “Isn't he afraid his big bluff is about to get completely exposed to the capital?” “Since his mouth wants to be so self-assured and arrogant, our fingers won't go easy on his choice!” Following that comment, the paid trolls hurriedly search their data circles for the most obscure, difficult, and ancient pack songs ever written in the history books. But my fingers flawlessly execute every single piece they throw at my face, my spirit capturing the exact emotional essence and ancient beast-pacing of each separate track.