Author Confronts Harsh Criticism in Online Comments

The comments section was a melting pot of opinions, with some users praising the author’s writing style and others criticizing it.

“Out standing writing, very descriptive & enjoyable reading.” – Anonymous reader

“I’m loving this series, keep writing!” – Anonymous reader

“Too long and drawn out” – Anonymous reader

“Everyone who has the tools to do it start sending a ton of bullshit responses to the assholes who keep posting their ads for girls in the comments section. If enough of us do it, we can clog them with hundreds of phony responses so they’ll wise up and stop irritating the rest of us.” – Anonymous reader

“I was enjoying your rather drawn-out tale until you started using "Ya" in almost every sentence. I detest this type of childish writing so I quit reading after about the tenth stupid "Ya". Grow up and write like a professional.” – Anonymous reader

“Good story so far, but, we need more to find out what happens after he finally fucked Alexi…………. I think he should talk to Emily about this other guy and find out just what is going on there too” – Anonymous reader

“GOOD STORY. kEEP FUCKING ALEXA AND EVENTUALLY GET HER PREGNANT. GET MRS. CURTIS PREGNANT TOO.” – Anonymous reader

“plz tell more they are good” – Anonymous reader

“Everyone who has the tools to do it start sending a ton of bullshit responses to the assholes who keep posting their ads for girls in the comments section. If enough of us do it, we can clog them with hundreds of phony responses so they’ll wise up and stop irritating the rest of us.

EVERYONE COPY AND PASTE THIS IN THE COMMENTS SECTION WHEREVER YOU SEE THESE ASSHOLES PUTTING THEIR ADS. WITH ALL OF US WORKING TOGETHER, IRRITATING THE ASSHOLES WITH TONS OF PHONY MESSAGES, EVENTUALLY THEY’LL SMARTEN UP AND TAKE THEIR POLLUTION SOMEWHERE ELSE.” – Anonymous reader

“I’d love to hear the rest of this man, keep it up!” – Anonymous reader

“Another exceptional chapter, looking forward to a big finish” – Anonymous reader

“hey another great story keep it up” – Anonymous reader

“I’m sorry that you and the people you surround yourself with don’t say the word ‘ya’ when you speak with each other. I grew up in the 90s, and the word ‘ya’ is just colloquially acceptable in place of ‘yes’.” – Robstenson

“i wonder where a fish could go.. a fish, a fish, a fishy-ohhhhhh” – Anonymous reader

“fuckin’ time only starts when every1 fuck it” – Anonymous reader

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