Atla Memes Novels & Stories

“A tyrant. A liar. A tragic hero. And—” “And?” “Someone compared me to a vampire CEO who ‘definitely broods.’” Aria snorted. “Do you brood?” “I reflect,” he corrected. She raised an eyebrow. “You brood.” --- Elena appeared in the doorway, holding a tablet like it might bite her. “I’ve been memed,” she announced. Aria looked up. “Congratulations. You’re officially famous.” Elena sighed. “There’s one where I’m labeled ‘The Lost Vale Pokémon.’”

In fact, it turned out that the biggest of the ridiculous bullies was about Martha's age, and just like Martha was the head chef for the Alpha, Toma, was also a head chef, but she worked for the former Luna instead. It's almost like everybody that works for the former Luna had an infection called wickedness and foolishness because all of them, not excluding any of them, all had the nastiest and most disturbing attitude. Someone had told me that their attitude was purely a reflection of the Lady's attitude, and I couldn't be more grateful to the moon goddess that I wasn't assigned to work with such a vile person. “I commend you, Lydia. I can't believe you still haven't snapped at those women

, Meme stutters out through her giggles, only making me laugh harder. “Okay, haha! I haven’t had sex in three years. Funny”, I say. “Let’s move on, Meme”! I swear they both mumble that neither have they, but Meme rolls her eyes and continues! “Okay, we’re still at six to three! Lala’s favorite ice cream?”, she asks. Butter pecan, Jonny, of course, gets this right! “Seven to three, how much does Lala weigh”? Surprisingly, they both get this wrong but both write less than I actually weigh! “Well damn”, says Meme! “Okay, Lala’s pet peeve”? Chewing noises, Jonny actually got this wrong! “Seven to four, okay… What does Lala prefer to wear on her feet”? Another trick question! Nothing… I’d go bare

"Their logo... it's a blatant appropriation of the double-helix symbol, which is sacred to... to the spiritual beliefs of ancient Atlantis! It’s cultural erasure! My Atlantean ancestors are weeping!" The post was utterly, spectacularly nonsensical. And it was perfect. The hashtag #CancelHelvig began trending. The Global Brother-in-Law Fan Club, a legion of bored, wealthy, and chronically online investors, descended like a horde of locusts. They spammed stock forums with memes of the Helvig logo photoshopped onto pictures of sinking continents. They launched online petitions demanding the company "apologize to the people of Atlantis." They created deep-fake videos of dolphins protesting the c

she smirked and turned on the tv making me chuckle. While we were all watching tv, Atlas tried touching my shoulder by leaning him arm around Mel so she couldn't see. I gave him a seductive smirk making him pout his lips, like he was desperate to kiss me. He then sat stiff as if he remembered something. He grabbed the remote and turned the tv off. "What the hell Atlas...I was watching that....you just ruined the suspense" Mel glared at him. "I know but listen...I just remembered to tell you both something" he said rather quietly which made me worried. "What happened Atlas?" I said now walking towards his side of the couch, sitting next to him placing my hand over his which he tightened. "Fai

It’s a vast space with every bit of kit you could imagine. “You can spot me.” I say to Callaghan. “Nolan you can wait out for Atlas. He should be here soon. Probably having a morning sex session with Fallon. You know what those two are like when they’re making up.” I’m just about to start pushing the bar up, Calli is spotting me when I hear a thunderous voice. “What the fuck is this? Why are you carrying Immi over your damn shoulder with her panties on display.” Atlas towers over me. Shit. Someone has actually posted a picture, what is wrong with people? Haven’t they got a life or anything better to do? Jeez.

Instead, the emoji sat there for five full minutes. [Atlas, you absolute tease.] An anonymous message followed, carrying a very direct expletive that needed no translation. Either say something or say nothing, but stop dangling it in front of people. Nobody believed Atlas had suddenly been called away after dropping such significant news. And even if he had, there were other Moonveil members in the group. Had they all been called away too? This was deliberate. Once that became obvious, the anonymous feature started earning its keep. The milder insults pointed out that Atlas was getting old and had no business leaving the house. The harsher ones brought his mother into it.

The older sister scowled at the little one, who rolled her eyes and giggled in response. “Alette and Adelina.” Atlas motioned to the two sisters. The six-year-old, Adelina, flashed a dimpled smile at me while Alette gave me a wary glance. “This is my true-mate, Raelynn.” “Don’t mind Alette, she worry’s too much.” Adelina snorted, smiling at Atlas and I, much more intelligent than I would’ve pegged a six-year-old. “She’s Atlas’s true-mate Alette, you know she wouldn’t hurt us.”

Atlas loudly interrupts the brewing verbal spar. "Oh, yes! Paula appeared to us some times ago, and instructed us - Ringan and I - to recite it thirteen times once we saw the drawing of a kite on the blackness surrounding you guys out there." Atlene narrates. Atlas literally looks as white as the ghost of Casper, "Did… Did you say Paula bro?" He asks weakly, scaring the shit out of Atlene. "Are you alright, Atlas? Why do you look so white? Is everything alright?" Atlene asks both in worry and curiosity.

Calli chuckles. “Fuck you, Callaghan.” Atlas retorts. “Go check your fat ass out in that there mirror. It’s hanging down the back of your thighs. You need Spandex, Man.” Atlas chuckles. I love our comradeship; it has gotten us through a lot over the last few years. Calli flicks Atlas the finger. “Nice touch, Bro.” Atlas says. I’m scrolling through my mobile and since Luna isn’t someone I follow; I have to do a search. Perhaps I should follow her to keep on top of what she is posting out, but I do not want my notification blasted with her shit constantly.