A Medium Reader Tried To Fuck With Me

Well, they did fuck with me

Claire Franky
2 min readFeb 10, 2024


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I don’t usually write about Medium. I save my Medium bitching for other people’s comment sections.

You’re welcome.

But things have changed thanks to a fellow Medium member. Someone put a target on my back. Someone hiding in the shadows or in a bag of dicks. And I am going to end them.

Which means I’m going to write a whiny article and then forget about it because I have a life. Sort of.

There is a lot of grumbling about clap and runners. I’ve had a few — seen them clap three or four of my stories in two minutes and disappear like a man who promises to make breakfast in the morning.


I’ve either blocked them or self-medicated on pancakes and moved on. But this one was different.

I was struck by the ultimate clap and runner. So fiercely prickish that they outdid any clap-and-run event I have ever witnessed.

In under thirty minutes, this piece of slug spunk clapped 106 of my stories.


I hope they go to prison.