You're Never Weird On The Internet Novels & Stories

It is a free world. I'm writing this as someone who if he has to find himself in this position will act on. Thank you to all my readers, I appreciate it. I don't know when I will write the next one but the title will be TAMING THE WEIRD FEELING. If in case you feel like talking to someone, I am available, most especially if it has to deal with same-sex attraction. MY F******K ID: Komolafe Olamide Israel My nickname is Prof Israel. Don't forget to drop your comments, most especially what you anticipate for the sequel.

"It's normal, Mom—that's just how the Internet works. Netizens drop everything right away as soon as the next juicy piece of gossip surfaces." Mrs. Smith snorted. "So she got away with it easily."

“But you are different. I will remember you, and the Shaw Family will remember you. Okay, I've finished speaking. Now, if you want to ask me something or film me, I can give you half an hour." Yvonne's actions were too calm. Calm enough to make the two internet celebrities overwhelmed. They suddenly felt that this was worthy of being the daughter-in-law of the Shaw Family. This woman was able to stabilize her mind when she encountered troubles. The two small internet celebrities are people who have no background and want to be a fan. If they met someone who was weak, that person would usually cry and run away.. They could just record some videos and upload them. That way, the number of click

My mother agreed with me, “That’s why we’re going to fix that.” Her lips curved slightly. “Exactly.” I said. We were going to correct the narrative once and for all. I cracked my knuckles lightly and opened a new tab. “First rule,” my mother said, more to herself than to me. “We don’t attack directly.” “Of course not,” I replied. “That would be traceable. We let the internet do the work for us.” That was the beauty of internet rumors, these people didn’t need facts. They simply needed suggestions.

Someone swore their uncle owned a restaurant in Queens and said, “If you pay the right people, your truck is safe, your staff is safe, your customers are safe.” Someone else denied it. Someone else said it was propaganda. Someone else said cops and politicians ate from the same table. The internet, fundamentally, remained the internet. Then the more embarrassing side appeared. Fan-girl accounts. Gossip accounts. Glitter-avatar accounts. With lines like: never seen his face but his “energy” makes me faint people say when he walks into a room everyone goes silent “scary don but hot” people openly fantasizing about being the lover of a man who doesn’t even have a public photo

Yes I know most people would call me crazy or disgusting for even thinking about him in such a way, after all he did raise the asshole I was supposed to marry, but have you seen this man? No. Exactly my point. Not to brag, but I have this ability were there's literally nothing I can't find on the internet, whether it's a song you just came across while scrolling through TikTok that you don't know the name to, or a movie that aired even before you were born or an old article that dates back centuries ago.......I'm your go to guy. Back in college I was nicknamed the Da Vinci of the internet or Internet Da Vinci, which ever works. But for some reason when it came to this man my skills felt a bi

And he has been crushing on me for almost a decade… Super fan-freaking-tastic! It’s not weird at all! This is completely and utterly normal. After all, normal is relative, right? Gah! Who the hell am I even trying to fool?! This is super, to the power of a million, weird! It’s like broccoli in jelly bean flavour… That’s… I really am weird… “This is… awkward.” I thought out loud. Damn! I really am an awkwardness magnet! Out of all the talents that I could have had, why do I have that particular one?!

My best friend, Jolyn Jones, called me while I was at work. "Help! S-Someone's about to v-violate me! Petra, please help me!" Panic shot through me. I immediately dropped a crucial project and called the police. Then, with an officer close beside me, I raced to the address Jolyn had sent, nearly tripping over my own feet along the way. Suddenly, two loud pops erupted behind us, and confetti rained down. Jolyn jumped out from around the corner with my boyfriend, Will Curry. "Surprise! That's the hundredth time we've managed to prank you, P!" I stared at them in disbelief. "What the hell? You thought sexual violence was appropriate material for a prank?!" The officer looked equally furio

I found it rude, to be honest, but that was what the internet had caused. Strangers whom you had never met before or who were never a part of your life at any point thought that they had the right to voice their opinions over matters that were of little to no concern to them. Anyways that had become my favourite thing to do these past few days, it was always entertaining to watch people talk as though they knew me while I sat with a popcorn bowl somewhere in my living room. "Those comments aren't getting to me, you know?" I told Liam when he came to sit in front of me.

Detective Anderson gives me a very similar expression as if both men see right through me. "Well, we could ask my ex-fiancé. He's been sending me weird text messages, but nothing threatening." The messages from Ben are more of an annoyance and rudeness of him being a complete jerk, but he's not trying to scare me. "And I own a popular running blog. A few days ago, a shoe company chose me for a new sponsorship. There have been a few rude comments, but nothing horrible." There's always someone rude on the Internet. If you're a social personality, you have to learn to look past those things. "I don't think either of them would chop up a beautiful shoe and send it to me."