Expression Meme Novels & Stories

The moment the message was sent, the group chat exploded. “Long live the boss!” “Oh my god, the Azure Haven Islands! I’ve dreamed of going there!” “Ten thousand per person? What kind of dream company is this?” “Mr. Shaw, you’re the best!” I stared at the flood of emojis and praise without any expression. The same people who had just called me “corrupt” and accused me of “money laundering” in the break room were now spamming the chat with thank-you memes.

She didn't get the delighted laughter she'd hoped for but Annabel did smile and pat her hand. "That's totally freaky how you can do that." Miles had left off looking at the birds that have been following them and was now staring at her like she was some carnival sideshow. "Can you imitate anything?" Despite her dislike of the man, Emma shrugged. "Most things. Some people have photographic memories that let them remember anything they see or read. I call what I have 'phonographic' memory. I can remember and repeat virtually any sound I hear. That's one of the reasons I went into politics."

* inserts teary eyed face emoji * Sam: Not if you wanna join me on an assassination mission Me: Hard pass. Don't want to be gassed by you Sam: I am so close to blocking you, nerd * sends huff angry emoji a dozen times * Me: Try blocking the gas tubes instead XD Sam: * inserts middle finger *

“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 taunted him. "Nothing is enough," he huffed. "Should I break your skull or chop off your finger? And then, you can imagine the 'oh ho ho ho' tone in your mind in the background," I jokingly threatened him. (Oh ho ho ho is a song that's widely used as a meme for depicting sad or fucked up situations in India) "What the fuck? I am upset and crying over here and you're imagining about a meme in such a serious situation?" He complained.

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Giovanni: I think what you should say is “you have a not so rare tendency to state the facts about yourself.” “What meme is so funny this time?” “What?” Emily faced Tyler again to realize this time, she was laughing out loud. “Oh nothing. Just a really funny meme I just saw.” “Show me then,” Tyler immediately leaned towards her to look at her phone screen, Emily immediately swerving from him. “Didn’t you say it’s a really funny meme?! Then let me see!” “It has disappeared,” she stretched her arm away from him, hiding her phone. “You know how i*******m memes are. One refresh and poof, it’s gone!”

It didn’t take me long to figure out what was going on—Jaxon was going viral. “This is going to be fun,” Kade chuckled and then kissed my cheek. “I’ll see you later.” I watched him disappear and then kept walking. I stopped in front of a locker to peel off one of the stickers. It was a cartoonish meme of Jaxon, complete with exaggerated wide eyes and a speech bubble that read: "Bidding $5000 on an ex? Obsessed much?" I scoffed, shaking my head. The next one was even worse—"Jaxon’s Punch: Weakest Move of the Year."

I replied with an angry emoji and swiped through I*******m. I*******m is a place I visit once in a while. I don't have many followers—unlike Bree, who's into content creation and has over ten thousand followers. The only time I go on I*******m is when she forces me to like and comment on her posts or if I'm looking for something different. A smile formed on my lips when I came across Bree's post from twelve hours ago—and the location was her ex-boyfriend's place. Well, I knew it.

Dad did not know the vent had been broken for years. I wanted to tell him, but as soon as I opened my mouth, a clump of bloody foam choked me. My temples throbbed. My brain began to starve for air. I opened my mouth like a fish thrown onto dry land, desperately trying to breathe. To get air, I clawed at my own throat. My nails dug into my skin, leaving deep red marks. In the end, my face swelled purple, and my awareness faded. ... At dawn, Megan ran over with tear tracks still on her face.