You're Never Weird On The Internet Novels & Stories

Nick stopped the video before his eyes popped out of his sockets. “Fuck!” he yelled as he leaned back in the chair. “Damn it, guys. I don’t care what you were into sexually, but why did you have to post it on the Internet? No amount of money is worth that. Once it’s on the Internet, it is there forever!”

I told myself I was going to ignore it. Ignore the pictures. Ignore the gossip. Ignore him. But have you ever tried ignoring the internet? Yeah. Exactly. It’s impossible. It’s like telling the sun not to rise.....it just doesn’t work. Two days after that night, my entire life had basically turned into free entertainment for millions of strangers. I couldn’t scroll through I*******m, T*****r, TikTok, or even check my email without seeing my own face plastered across some dramatic headline.

if I'm to explain how I feel right now I don't even know the word to use. “I don't care Riley, search up everything about that guy and send it to my email” She nodded. Funny how I've slept with a guy thrice and I don't know anything else about him save for his name. I looked foolish from the sound of it . “It's unavailable!” What does that mean? “What do you mean unavailable?" “i don't know but it's there's no single information about him, none at all” That's weird. No matter how invisible and poor you are, you'd definitely have something on the internet that shows what you do, it's only normal.

Holy shit, this was really happening. Finally. It was strange blinking back to my real life and my real body. Every time I was online I kind of got lost in the virtual world. My psychiatrist called it escapism. I called it relief from existential crisis and the utter fucking tedium of this world. Tedium? Not for much longer. Not if Beast was really who I thought he was. Unable to resist, I clicked through to the screenshots I’d kept of his response to my post in the definitely not government sanctioned forum called Weirdos Whackos and Freaks Playground.

Another one came and greeted me, and I answered. Why were they smiling at me like that? It was weird. "May I help you?" "No," they said. "You're trending," another one said. "Hmm?" "Your videos are all over the internet," he said. My heart was racing in my chest now. Was it the one they took when I was naked? My stomach dropped.

Zane POV “You want to use the internet because it’s unreliable?” I asked. Travis, Whitfield, and Lainey Wilson all nodded. I very much wished Sarah were there, but she was with the girls for their riding lessons. I’d give her a recap of the meeting later, I decided, if this odd taskforce that had gathered around my family could convince me their idea wasn’t insane. “It’s a generally accepted rule about social media that while it can be manipulated and exploited, it cannot be controlled, even by supposed experts,” Wilson said.

Don't feel embarrassed. When famous people started talking about the July 13th video, lots of people on the internet began talking about it too. Most people supported the woman and wanted the police to catch the bad guy. The police took this very seriously. They caught the bad guy and had a special team look into it. In the July 13th video, the bad guy only made the woman sleepy with a drink. He did not do anything else because his wife came home. So, it was a crime that did not actually happen. The bad guy might only be kept by the police for a few days.

Nothing could ever be easy or simple, could it? Sigh... I launched the internet browser and typed in the name. They weren’t kidding when they called it the World Wide Web. A bunch of things I doubt had any meaning came up in the search, along with a few names. “Crap, crap, and more crap.” I would ask again, why couldn’t anything ever be easy?

“What can we do? And what are you thinking exactly?” Everyone looked at me. I rested my head against the sofa and looked at my brothers. At the worry written across every single face. Then I answered honestly. “I’ll wait.” Ford frowned slightly. “The internet moves fast.” I folded my hands loosely across my lap. “They’ll forget.” “Not completely.” “But something else will happen.” “It always does.” “Another scandal.” “Another celebrity.” “Another headline.” “Their attention will move.” I shrugged lightly. “That’s how the internet works.”