Novelas y relatos de Confess Meme

The conference room was packed with doctors from every department, each one poised for the case review. I cleared my throat, started up the prepared PowerPoint, and began. "This case is for Jason Hamilton, male, five years old. He was first diagnosed at age three and has been on dialysis for two years now..." As I spoke, murmurs started among the crowd. I turned to the large screen behind me, realizing something was wrong. To my horror, my patient report was swapped out for a presentation called "Confession of an Affair”.

“Oh, for crying out loud…” Another message popped up from one of my Alpha team members. Sir, trending tags are now #PregnantBachelor #SiblingDrama #JayGate. I buried my face in my hands. “#JayGate… they made a scandal out of all this… how was Jay going to feel waking up to see that what we have been trying hard to cover up for months is all over the internet… will he ever forgive me..? By the time I refreshed again, a meme had already gone viral an edited photo of some strange carrying Jay bridal style with the caption:

My vapidness would love to smack some sense in him. ‘Cheers!’ Another wrote with clinking glasses. His teeth would look better on the ground or better as toppings. ‘Can I have some?’ The following goes on. I'd like to have some of your arteries too. ‘Cheap drunks!’ You think you can afford the cheap in the wildest of your dreams. The netizens had a gala day sharing memes amongst themselves. I have become a laughingstock. It ranges from hilarious to disgustingly vulgar. For what? For outspeaking and spitting facts at a jerk's face. For standing up by the side of a vampiress who is forced to become his sex slave. For having opinions that do not reconcile. For wanting to be admired.

I followed it up immediately, pulled up his recent social media posts, including all his activities, only to find out that nothing was done for a week now. But then, as I was still going through his posts… A leak dropped. I clicked on it immediately, only to find out he was the one that posted it. On opening, I saw him in the video, a pre recorded video termed: Mikel’s “confession”. “I didn’t have the mind to make this video, but the least I could do is let the public know the truth, because they deserve it.” I adjusted on my seat to find out what he was up to.

"You two should be careful with what you say! I can sue you for defamation!" Kevin pretended to be frightened, waving his hands. Then, he pulled out his phone and scrolled through it. "Alan, Patricia and I aren't making anything up. If you don't believe us, why don't you check the news yourself?" He raised the phone and showed it to the crowd, slowly reading aloud, word by word, "Someone's leaking information. Let me make it clear—it wasn't me saying this! But it says here, 'Alan actually has a hidden condition. Even when he hires a prostitute, he needs to rely on adult toys. He can't perform on his own!'"

“This would make a really viral picture" Fuck! I'm doomed.

I did anyway. Unknown number. No photo. No link. Just a sentence that made my skin go cold. You can’t seal a confession. My breath stopped. Then another message arrived—this one a file transfer notification from a platform I didn’t recognize, as if someone had dropped a package on the internet and addressed it to me. File available: “CONFESSION.mp4” The room blurred at the edges. I didn’t open it. I didn’t touch it. I held the phone out to counsel like it was venom.

, Loyalty says to her shyly. “What happened?” I asked them. “Oh Travis-“, Meme starts to say but I cut her off. “Not that! Gabe already told me about that asshat! And don’t you believe that bullshit for one second, baby girl”, I told Loyalty. “What are you going on about”? “I kind of had a melt down and confessed to my foster mother that we’re a thing”, Loyalty says as the pink has crept up her neck to her entire face now.

“I’m sorry, I don’t remember you. Do I know you?” His smile flickered but held. “That’s understandable. It was a long time ago. When we were kids…you probably don’t remember this, but I was walking past a construction site and a bucket fell from the scaffolding up above. You pulled me out of the way before it hit me. I will never forget it.” I searched my memory and came up empty. “I’m sorry,” I said again, meaning it. “I honestly don’t recall.” “It’s okay.” He waved off the apology with an ease that felt practiced. “I didn’t come here to make you remember. I actually came because I’d like to make a confession, if you have time.”

I am such a couch potato. I’m laying on the orange and brown floral couch my grandmother has always had. A whole box of saltines and a galleon water bottle within reach and the remote at the ready. My training program doesn’t start for a couple weeks, so I am soaking up every moment of responsibility free time that I can. The phone resting on my stomach chimes. I pick it up and see Jareth has reacted to the meme of a baby goat screaming. Then after moment he sends me a meme of a baby pig eat ice cream.