Bored 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!

How did dead men send them notes? “Oh, by the way,” Mason continued, ignorant of the mood. “The internet is having the time of its life. You guys are now a meme.” Hayden snorted despite himself. “Oh my God,” Beck muttered. “Mason, it seems like your job doesn’t keep you busy enough nowadays.” Jared pinched the bridge of his nose. “Thank you, Mason,” he said. “We’ll catch up later.” “You’re welcome. Call me if your dead boyfriend resurfaces.”

“Oh thank God, backup. Jackson, explain memes to your boyfriend. He doesn’t understand why anyone would care about a woman yelling at a cat.” “It’s not that I don’t care,” Frost protested. “I just don’t understand the context. Is this a human realm inside joke? Did something happen with this specific woman and cat?” I couldn’t help but laugh, dropping my bag by the door. “Frost, it’s just a meme. It doesn’t have to make sense. That’s kind of the point.” “But—” “Nope.” Maya held up a hand. “We’re moving on. Next meme.” She scrolled down, and Frost leaned in closer, his expression adorably perplexed.

I would message him back later, because I wasn’t in the mood to speak to him right now. It was time to flick through I*******m memes for two hours before Bruce came home. I had nothing better to do, and I wasn’t tired enough to go to sleep yet. Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Sofia Martinez. I'm 28 years old… And you could say that I'm bored of my life.

"Make it punchy, Carlin. We're not just serving tea here." Carlin rolled her eyes but followed his advice, weaving words that ignited curiosity and sparked outrage. Vasky, in his element, enhanced the content with his signature memes. As he clicked away on his laptop, he couldn't help but mutter, "Memes are the modern hieroglyphics, after all." ‌

I leaned back on the chair, sighing out loud. "Good luck with that. Glad it was you and not me." He whispered, and we fell into silence as I continued working while Liam was typing at his screen. After minutes of idle sitting, he spoke out, "I'm bored." "Welcome to my world. But I am also bored too; I'm tired of going through some stupid paper work, and my mind isn't even there. What do you suggest we do?" His grin widens like a Cheshire cat, and he leans forward.

Unconsciously I looked at my closed door and windows and sighed, turning back to his text. What was I supposed to type? 'Hey I'm moisturizing my naked body, come over.'? No thanks! 'Nothing much, you?' was what I ended up typing, even though I hated it when someone replied to me with nothing much. Like seriously? Nothing? Blackmailer-'Breathing *tongue out*, seriously nothing? You're boring.' The last two words did something to me. Made me want to prove that I wasn't boring. Because there's nothing worse than being called boring. Boring is discernibly not a depiction anyone would want to fit in. I am fracking awesome!

“Ready Meme” “Ready bitch, let’s do this”, she says. Gabe and Spin get close enough for us to grab ahold of each other, and as Meme grabs my shoulders, I poke at her gut, causing her to giggle profusely and lose her balance before she falls backward off of Gabe’s shoulders and into the water.

my eyes went wide open. Jeezz!!... somebody can't get some sleep in this house. I picked up the call.... Sarah❤️: Hey Miss. Me: What's up Sarah ( sounding so weak). Sarah❤️: How are you doing babe... Me: Am ok sweetie, are you ok?. Sarah❤️:Hell yes! I am not okay!! What kind of a friend forgets her best friend,well if I am still one. Me: C'mon Sarah, okay.. okay, am sorry for not being in touch with you all this while.( sitting up to listen to her).

The window is ajar, but the air does not move; it stagnates, rots, and in this suffocating stillness, everything seems suspended, as if the whole world is holding its breath, waiting for me to finally realize what I have let die. The smell rises to my nose, a mix of stale beer, accumulated dust, cold sweat, and solitude, a scent that I know all too well, that of places where one comes to hide, to flee, to forget. I am sitting there, on the creaking bed, slumped like a man drained of everything, my eyes glued to the screen of my phone that refuses to turn off, as if it wants to force me to confront what I have always refused to see, over and over again, that frozen photo that tears at my insi