Another One Bites The Dust Memes Novels & Stories

“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!

“You’re the dumb one, idiot.” “At least I’m not dumb enough to think I’m the Easter Bunny.” Scarlet shot back. “So you are dumb?” Kaileeh asked with a smirk. “At least you know it. Now, if you’d just learn to tell the difference between sarcasm, clueless one.” “I just think you’re jealous,” Scarlett spoke. “Of what?” Sage asked. “Oh, yes. Bimbos like you just make me extremely jealous. I want to be an airhead just like you when I get older. You know-“

Finally, the bitch keels over and does the unimaginable. She laughs. Loud, raucous laughter. The sort of thing you find in bars or between a group of high school boys—it’s so echoey and unsettling that we genuinely have no clue what to do about it as it’s happening. So we let her finish, watching her hair crook forward and her entire body vibrate. I spot the Nester mark on her hand, and I only feel more unsettled. When she’s done, she comes up and wipes her eyes clean of tears. Through her receding laughs, she breathes, “Wait… are you guys being deadass right now?”

"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."

#BlackwoodMeltdown was number five. The videos were everywhere. Dozens of angles of my screaming, my collapse, my desperate pleas to be left alone. And the comments... God, the comments were vicious. "She's literally insane lol" "Someone needs to get this girl some serious help" "When you're so desperate for attention you fake a breakdown " "Maya Blackwood is the poster child for what happens when you give damaged girls too much attention" The memes had already started. Screenshots of my face mid-scream with captions like "When you realize you have to take responsibility for your actions" and "POV: You're not the main character anymore."

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Dos, a long haired man with pointed nose, strenched his arms and introduced me to Aphrodite, his cat. Aphrodite is a maine coon, which makes her looks fluffy and a big size cat. Its eye is the same structure that you can see at Uno's eye, both of them looks so serious and quite tricky. You can't tell if you are welcomed or not. I was surprised when it comes closer to me and she wanted me to pat her head like a pet. I half expected this cat called Aphrodite, might bite me. I had to constantly steer the conversation back. "So ... You are saying that I need to contact you if you feel that someone is following me?" I asked. "Yes, please call us, so that we can save you." Dos answered. As Uno bri

Rhalia fired off, followed by a slew of red flags and eggplant emojis. "I don't know how you did it, but girl... It's been what? Almost a year?? And you still don't feel the urge to jump that absolute Adonis??" Liora added with her signature dramatic flair. I felt heat rush up my neck as I fumbled with my phone, frantically typing, "Oh my God, guys-", but before I could send it, Maelis delivered the kill shot. It was a meme of dogs humping in full force, with the caption: "Don't be shy, sweetheart. If you need tips, I can help. 😈💅"