You're Never Weird On The Internet Novels & Stories

The gym was loud—guys yelling encouragement, sneakers squeaking against the polished floor, and music blasting from someone’s speaker. I’d just grabbed my water bottle when my phone buzzed. An old teammate’s name lit up the screen. “Yo, man,” I answered, breathing heavy. “Boy, you are trending everywhere.” His laugh was sharp, almost mocking. “Yesterday, it was you and Rachel. Today? You and Jenny. You’re the main character of the internet, bro.” I froze. My grip on the bottle tightened until the plastic crumpled. “What the hell are you talking about?”

" An Internet celebrity, i.e., in other words, she is not an artist but became famous on the internet through viral videos. Everywhere she went, everyone would stare at her or the netizens would curse her in the comments. Being an internet celebrity isn't always fun. Who likes to be talked about behind their backs or be the center of attention? Moreover, someone who does not have the mentality of social media but suddenly becomes famous. “So what if I become an internet celebrity? Are you jealous?" Yuriel didn't want to back down and lifted her chin, challenging Sherly. Sherly frowned, looking at her with a scornful expression. Truly someone of low class, very barbaric and unethical. She was

"And no, I don't think I'm a werewolf, really. I was just curious about what might happen. You know, does anyone ever respond to these things? What's the worst that could happen? It's all harmless fiction, right?" Beth nodded, though she still seemed unconvinced. "I guess... there's no harm in a little curiosity, right?" "Exactly! They have my name, my mom's name, birthday, and email address. That's it. No phone number, no address, nothing to worry about. No rogue werewolves or creepy internet stalkers coming after me. Besides, I bet nothing will even come of it. There are tons of these websites out there, made by fans of paranormal stuff. Just for fun. Nobody really believes it, right?"

Hearing internet slang from his mouth is the funniest thing in the world. “Aren't you using too much internet? What is next? Couple videos?” “h*ll no. I can't do half of the cringe things they do.” “Figures. I can't imagine me doing makeup on your face.” Caleb made a cringed expression imagining himself in full glam, a dress, and heels. “I am traumatized just by imagining it.” “Caleb the cold and ruthless CEO Doing a couple of makeup challenges. The internet is going to go mad.”

"Don't you see? I don't need glasses or contacts anymore. It was the strangest thing. When I put my contacts in this morning, it made my vision worse. My grandma is taking me to the eye doctor today, but I swear I can see just fine. Weird! Right?" Suspicion wound up my neck. Was it a coincidence that I had healed Bobby's depression and he suddenly didn't need contacts anymore? Shoving that thought away, I forced a smile. "Yeah," I agreed. "But a good weird." "I know!" He grinned. "Later." As he took off, I reconsidered Ruthie's campaign to turn me into a normal high school student. The more friends I made, the more I realized that they had baggage, too. Perhaps weird was the new normal.

I know it’ll just be pocket change for you. “But I can’t go to work looking like this. You know, a kid…” get me, now? You are the weird one because you didn’t freak out upon seeing me. But if others did, they will probably find me odd. They might even report me to police or sell my information online and get featured in TV shows which uses abnormalities as topics. They’d label me as some kind of a new species. I don’t want that. So just let me go, will you?

she said vaguely because I didn't give her any detail away from me. And I just realized, many pairs of eyes are watching our hot activities. Stupid! We have been caught many times doing indecent things in public. After they saw, we realized. "Children these days. No attitude. There's no shame anymore." "Already cut off their shyness." "The impact of the internet and social media. It's like this." "Shall we break up now?" What kind of question is this? Fuck off! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!

“I went down the rabbithole. Some guy was telling a story on reddit, and that led to some commenter who knew a guy, and that site had dozens of stories of people who’d seen people shape-shift and then… I mean… I had to.” “Had to what, Meg?” I breathed. She dropped her head, eyes screwed tightly shut. “There’s this part of the web that’s… not really for normal stuff,” she said, grimacing. “But it’s harder to get to, so people are more open and…” She finally turned to look at me, her eyes scared and sad.

And all because strangers online became obsessed with our lives. As we walked, my phone buzzed again. I nearly ignored it before seeing Maya’s name. I answered immediately. “Please tell me you’re alive,” she said without greeting. “That depends,” I muttered weakly. Maya sighed sharply. “The internet is losing its mind right now.” Of course it was. “What are they saying now?” I asked quietly. “Everything. Some people think Laura overdosed. Some people think Nick got arrested. Somebody even claimed you’re secretly pregnant too.”

I exploded. "ARE YOU SERIOUS, GIRL?" she yelled. "Vic, now what this is supposed to mean?" I pretended to be stupid. "Babe, you're all over the Internet, news, YouTube, and soon everywhere," she exclaimed, excitedly. "So, what is it that has you so riled up? I'm dying here, and my one and only best buddy is making jokes about me. Great Vic!" I remarked sarcastically. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry, happy now? But what are you going to do about it now?"