The graze of my fingertips, sliding across the board, tap tap tap, sending out the messages from my mind onto those I want to communicate with. Words were said, but nothing was spoken. How could this be? Simple, stringing along letters, one by one, pressing onto a hard surface called my keyboard, my eyes glistening at the light reflecting off the screen attached to it. A smile, followed by a small chuckle, I was so glad to have found a source of my happiness. The internet, where I met many friends and many enemies and where I would create many memories, but they'd never know if the one I portray to them, is the actual me. So let's be happy for some time, let's be happy until they find out the truth.
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Internet Connection
Short StoryI never would have thought i'd feel stronger bonds over the net rather than in my physical life.
