Freaky Meme Novels & Stories

My name's Elizabeth Morgan, I'm 17 and a senior at Hillside High. If you didn't catch on, I live in this town called Hillside. We have lots of hills, and it's the most boring place I've ever lived. I don't recommend it to anyone. Anyways, back to the important stuff and the real reason why you're reading this. At my school, there's this one boy who is commonly known as the fuckboy. He's slept with every girl in our grade besides four of us. Those lucky four being myself, my best friend Ellie, and two other girls you'll probably hear about later.

If he wasn’t going to be entertaining, my social media feeds would be. I unlocked the screen and a grin instantly spread across my face. “Ha!” I laughed out loud, the sound sharp and sudden in the room. The guy on top of me actually flinched. “V-Victoria? You okay?” “Shut up and keep going,” I snapped, not even looking back at him. “If you can.” My thumbs flew across the screen, scrolling through the glorious, beautiful chaos. Every platform was on absolute fire. My timeline was a waterfall of videos and memes, all about the epic shitstorm at a place called the ‘Fuzzy Bunny.’

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Her fingers trembled as she scrolled. “Bro she’s INSANE” “Ethan run 😭” “Psycho girlfriend energy” “She belongs in jail wtf” Elena clicked out of that post and the next one loaded so fast. A meme this time. Her face photoshopped onto the Hulk’s body, mid-rampage. Caption: “Elena when you forget to text back.” Then another. Her face on a tiger, roaring. “Don’t mess with Elena Cruz.” Then another. Her with exaggerated muscles and a unibrow. “Roid rage Elena.”

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“I swear they’re my favorite couple. They’re so in love 🥺” I stared at the screen, my heart pounding. Because this wasn’t just content. It was a fantasy people believed in. And maybe the scariest part was how easy it was to believe in it myself. Mia’s Freakout My phone rang, and I didn’t even have to check the screen. “MIA.” “You’re trending,” she screeched, skipping right past hello. “Do you see this?! Do you see what you did?!” “It’s just a video—”

Lyra I return to my desk. I open I*******m. My DMs are flooded. Messages of support. Insults. Hideous edits with my blurred photo and vicious captions. People asking me "why I messed everything up," as if the collapse were mine alone. And then, I come across a post from Cassandre, that woman wants to drive me crazy. "There are things women must say when no one is listening. I am not a jealous woman. I am a fiancée. And I refuse to be trampled on with a smile. The facts will speak for themselves."

Heartbeat thumping loud and strong. The baby flips, tiny hand raised like it’s waving. Or flipping the camera off. The chat explodes. 20 million viewers watch my baby give the middle finger to the world. I smile (small and sharp). “There’s your sympathy.” I end the live. The internet loses its mind. #BabyFlipOff trends worldwide in minutes. Memes flood in, the ultrasound with clown makeup on Amara’s face, the baby with sunglasses and a crown. Amara’s podcast clip is ratioed to hell. Her mentions are a war zone.

“Cancel all posts! Delete everything! Find out who is doing this! I want a team in here immediately!” Emmy nodded frantically, thumbs flying across the screen, but every attempt at containment seemed to make it worse. In the Savage mansion, Xander’s frustration boiled over. He sat at his desk, phone in hand, scrolling through trending topics. His eyes widened, chest tightening. “This is insane,” he muttered. “How can this be happening?” Greg and Wendy attempted to intervene, but every call, every explanation, only tangled him further. *** Freya sipped her drink again, leaning toward the screen, plotting her next moves. The T*****r account was gaining traction; the memes were multiplying; the

"Not now." "Ava, you need to see this right now." Mia held out her phone. It was the school's anonymous gossip account, the one that posted screenshots and commentary and occasionally video, and it had already posted about the exchange, a ten-second clip someone had filmed from the bleachers, Mason's voice clear and sharp: *You're just so afraid of being ordinary that you've made yourself impossible to be around.* The caption read: *THE WAR CONTINUES. Round three goes to Reed??? Comment your scores.*