Atla Memes Novels & Stories

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.

When the final note faded, she made a few light edits and, with a quiet sense of fulfillment, clicked upload. Her username: N.14 Comments started pouring in: “Oh my god, what did I just see?! She actually posted a new video! I can't believe it!” “It’s been nine years. N.14, you finally remembered this account existed!” “What a treasure! Her dancing has soul.” “By the way, does anyone know who Atlas is?” “Me, me, me! I looked him up—he’s the CEO of Knox Group! But I’m guessing the guy she cursed out is someone else with the same name.”

Tara walked beside her down the hallway, clutching two coffees and grinning like a gossip columnist. “They’re calling you The Muse of Cross. That’s either a curse or a compliment. Haven’t decided yet.” Lena groaned. “I want to disappear.” “Too late. You’re trending on the student board.” Tara showed her phone. Sure enough, someone had made a meme of Damien staring at a blank canvas with the caption: Thinking about Lena (probably). Lena buried her face in her hands. “I hate everything.” Tara sipped her coffee. “Honestly? It’s kind of iconic.”

TESSA I open I*******m first, and my world implodes all over again. The video is everywhere. Reposted, shared, turned into memes, reaction videos and compilation clips. #TessaFail is trending. #FatGirlDown has over a million views. Someone has auto-tuned my sobs and turned them into a remix. But it's the comments that really destroy me: "LMAOOOOO this is the funniest thing I've ever seen" "Imagine being this delusional about your weight"

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.

I said but Atlas just looked around as if something in the room was magically gonna explain this shit to me on his behalf. “Well get on with it!!!” I screamed getting annoyed. “It means that we’ll fuck and then I’ll bite your neck until I draw blood and mark you” Atlas said. His words made my eyes bulge out of my sockets. Fuck me! (Pun not intended)

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