Romans & histoires Another One Bites The Dust Memes

Maybe, they had nothing to say. Then Dustin looked up. "You're not dying. That's the end of that." He said with finality ringing in his tone. I nodded, desperately trying to share in the faith they had, but couldn't bring myself to . "It's so sad here, who died?" Alex walked in, carrying two pizza boxes in his hands. Waive flipped a shoe at him. "Hey! What'd I do?" He was taken aback by surprise. "Death jokes are not accepted. Alex rolled his eyes.

Now. I drop the phone. Slump back in the chair. The juice sits there, untouched. I stare at the blank koala on my screen and suddenly feel like crying. Too late. The leak’s been deleted. The emails scrubbed. But the world already saw. Screenshots exist. Memes are probably being made. Dorothy. Fuck. I whisper under my breath. “I’m so fucking sorry, Dorothy…”

I muttered. On looking at the notification, I could see 99+ notifications. “LET THE LGBTQ COMMUNITY BREATHE!” “LAURA'S KARMA HAD JUST MET HER NIGHTMARE” #JUSTICE FOR ERIC SLOAN# #SANCTION TO LORA KARMA# #THE WICKED MUST NOT GO UNPUNISHED# All the notifications read. The one that got my attention was an anonymous poster that made a meme video clip of me with ruined makeup and some captions that struck me hard. This particular caption was directed to my last post Eric had forced me to make.

"The Event of the Year! Sky-Bound Action Scene!" I looked like a puppet on strings in the video, with my limbs stretched out and suspended in midair. I was grimacing terribly as the shot zoomed in on my face. I scrolled down and noticed a sea of mocking laughter below the video. "Dominic's expression is so meme-worthy!" "Lisa is so impressive for putting in so much effort just to make the school heartthrob happy!" "Dominic actually pissed himself! Does anyone want a close-up shot of that?" "I'll pay good money for it as long as you send it to me!"

[[Iss Tarah Pehron Tujhe Sochta Rahta Hoon Main Iss Tarah Pehron Tujhe Sochta Rahta Hoon Main Meri Har Saans Tere Naam Likhi Ho Jaise Meri Har Saans Tere Naam Likhi Ho Jaise Koyi Fariyaad Tere Dil Mein Dabi Ho Jaise Tune Aankhon Se Koyi Baat Kahi Ho Jaise Jaagte Jaagte Ek Umar Kati Ho Jaise Jaan Baaki Hai Magar Saans Ruki Ho Jaise]] I knew I was Dying Daily Bit By Bit from inside and now I was sure that at this rate I will soon die totally without him.

“I cannot wait for the day Vera good gets into a fight and Eden would not be there!” “That day will be brutal” I closed the laptop. I opened it again immediately and refreshed. There was a meme now. Someone had taken a part of the video and turned it into a GIF, the exact moment Erica had me by the hair and my face was doing something undignified, and put it side by side with a stock image of a cat being held by the scruff. The account that posted it had no profile picture, no followers, no posts except this one. I knew who made it. WREN!

Hunter stops yelling, and the smell of death leaves the air. “Demon,” Talon growls, “we will never meet again.”

"It was hidden behind the tax audits for 2018!" They huddled together, the flashlight beam trembling. They tore the folder open. Inside was a single sheet of paper. It wasn't a criminal record. It wasn't a birth certificate. It was a high-resolution, color print-out of a **Garbage Truck**, with a sticky note attached that simply said: > *“Reserved for the Vances. Pick-up time: Midnight.”* > Underneath the picture was a second page: a printed meme of a cat wearing a crown with the caption: "DO YOU EVER GET TIRED OF BEING WRONG?"

Kelechi couldn't even land a single punch or kick on her, just the slap from him to her that started the fight. It was a popular meme for students in my school on social media, that session. One of the memes had a picture of Tobi's hand exactly at Kelechi's jaw with the caption, "Kelechized" and below the picture was written, "Total Tobility". Another had the same picture with a different caption, "When you pre-order an iPhone in an Online

“We actually pulled the first wave. Headlines, photos, captions. But it’s already been reposted, screenshotted, translated into three dialects, and turned into memes.” I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Take it all down.” “We are.” “I don’t care how much it costs.” “It’s not about money anymore,” she said carefully. “It’s about momentum.” I swiped again and found another caption. "ALPHA LUCA ESCORTS PREGNANT WOMAN—INSIDERS CLAIM BABY BELONGS TO HIM." My chest went tight. Another swipe. "Stormbourne Marriage a Sham? Alpha’s ‘True Mate’ Exposed."