Dying Inside Meme Novels & Stories

Death. Everyone was about to die.

“I’m just saying, if we’re all gonna go down, I want that image burned into my soul first.” Selene looked back toward the sky. “We’re not going to go down.” “Didn’t say we were,” Darius said, eyes scanning the treeline. “But if I do die, I want the last thing burned into my soul to be something funny. Not fire or screaming or your serious face. Just… something stupid and hilarious. Preferably someone else’s embarrassment.” Theoden glanced over, a brow lifted. “Like the time Luka tried to shift mid-sneeze and got stuck halfway?”

I feel like dying! "Madam, can't you release the app? I want to use it now!"

Time passed, and Nathan received a message from my phone. During the accident, my phone flew out of my hand, and the screen broke. I figured the police had gotten someone to fix my phone and contact my family right away. [Is this Moon Clinton’s brother? I’m very sorry to inform you that Moon died in a car accident. Please come to the police station to identify the body.] Nathan slowly opened his eyes. He became visibly disgusted just from looking at the message. He seemed upset as he replied. [Moon, I don’t have time for your games. If you can come home, do it. Don’t expect me to pick you up!]

I want to record this precious moment so that I can post it on I*******m and twitter. #devilchokedtilldeath #freedomonitsway #innerpeace #celebrationtime Please get me some popcorn. I had no intention to help him but I wasn't dressed nice enough to be in the spotlight of the media if he died. So I decided to do the unwanted thing with a stone on my heart. Dying from choking on your own saliva looks quite easy and uninteresting. Doesn't it?? Let's help him so that he can die a painful death later.

They were human, men I'd known for days, men who had once been filled with life and power, but now, they were nothing. I think I was in shock. If I'd been myself, I'd be hiding from Finn. But I was too broken. By the time Finn knocked on the doorframe and peeked inside, I hadn't moved. I was still in the same place, still dirty, still shattered. People believe death happens when you stop breathing when your eyes close for good. But the truth is, not everyone who dies lies in a grave. Even an eighteen-year-old girl in the bathroom of a ruthless murderer who kidnapped her and swore to keep her alive can be dying inside, every second of her life slipping away, and no one knows.

Like the song itself died the moment Damion was out of sight. This is so fucking weird.

The cultural context had shifted; the image of a man wedding his male, dying mentor was a bridge too far, a reputational contagion they could not afford. It was a social media feeding frenzy. The homophobes and the trolls, the cynically entertained and the morally outraged, were all on the same side. #GoldDiggerGroom was trending. The video had been cut into GIFs—Davidson forcing the ring onto Joe's finger, looped repeatedly with the caption "CHA-CHING!". His moment of kneeling had been turned into a meme of submission and was titled "How to Secure the Bag."

A dead body. ###