Cringe Tumblr Novels & Stories

And every bit of it was caught on camera by passersby and uploaded to the campus forum. 'Is she trying to copy Naomi? This is honestly hilarious.' 'This is just peak cringe.' 'She just looks like a knockoff.' 'I can't even watch this, it's so fake, hahaha.' 'I'm dying of secondhand embarrassment—this is so cringy!' Reading those merciless comments, I couldn't help but laugh. Maisie grew more and more resentful—rejected by classmates, isolated by roommates, and desperately chasing a top student who wanted nothing to do with her—and her mind twisted further by the day. The way she looked at me became increasingly venomous.

Ewww. ********************

“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!

I left Whatsapp, heading into Instagram to get jealous at cool couple goals pictures and poses along with videos all around every nook and cranny of Instagram to remind myself of how single I am. ' you're as single as a cute puppy, come to think of it, even Pringles in a container aren't alone, they're dating each other'. Silas's annoying voice echoed in my head as I rephrased the exact words he teasingly said to me one night while we argued over one stupid thing, I'm sure. Only that he was so true, I should be jealous of them stupid Pringles. So unfair! My door got pushed open and I jumped up so hard and startled, my phone slipped out from my weak clasp unto the floor, the screen crashing d

Or worse. *****

I tried to breathe through them, but every inhale made it worse, like oxygen was bullying me. “I pulled his pants down. Jesus. I pulled his fucking pants down. Like I’m some revenge-obsessed freak who gets off on public humiliation. I’m gonna go viral, aren’t I? Someone’s gonna post it on TikTok with a dumb sound and a million likes and a hashtag like #WedgieWarrior or #HeartbreakHazard and oh my God—” I stopped. Choked on a sob. Slammed both fists into my thighs.

My throat burned, but I drank anyway. Amara leaned against the wall, scrolling on her phone. “Adrien, do you know how insane this is? Influencers are crying over the launch. People are literally calling you the savior of modern business. Like—” she shoved the screen in my face, “look. A TikTok edit with dramatic music. You look like a god.” I glanced at the screen. My face in slow motion, cut with money signs. Thousands of likes. Millions of views. I smirked faintly. “God, huh? They really are idiots.”