Funny Sad Memes Novels & Stories

Mentions, messages, tags. My stomach tightened as I opened one. It was a meme caricature of my old picture. There was a poop emoji on top of my head, my brown eyes were replaced with a red laser, and a boldly written text on the picture said ‘SLUT’. I groaned and locked my phone immediately. But it was too late. I’d already seen it. Another buzz. Then another. Curiosity got the better of me again. I saw a particular message from a private page in my DM.

boy stomach bleeding he was sad and crying max ask what happen what are you doing her young reply my name is larry I an sad because I am dead because of disease and that not the problem my grandmother and grandfather is alone I know they are crying now I can hear them I am max how can I help you I don't know where should i go so I can help you in anyway possible max if you eat that leaf from tree your soul and my soul can exchange at that time max get his memory. I remember now I have family but I was not happy I always wanted to run away form that hell reality

Chloe_awesome_scott (Chloe) What is it, Soph? Are you okay? I_pooped No! I need you guys! Yes_you_suck (Mia) Istg, if this is a joke; you are a dead meat, Sophia. Chloe_awesome_scott Are you okay though, Soph? Is something wrong? I_ pooped Um...yeah, something is very wrong. Cereal_killer Spill. What is it? I_pooped I am bored. Chloe_awesome_scott ... Yes_you_suck You can consider yourself dead.

But the frowned turn to laugh all of sudden when I saw how his smile faded. "Why are you laughing?" He then sighed like a child. I didn't know grim reaper can be funny like this. How I wish to see Saint pouting like this. Maybe that's more interesting. Damn! I can't imagine. "You are ridiculous." "Tsk! Everyone's tells that." "Great, at the list I'm not the only one"

Natasha laughs at me, "I think you're the only one who's sad about it. Hell, I didn't even study." Then the bell rings, cutting our conversation short. "I'll see you later!" We say at the same time. I walk into my Calculus class. I see another one of my friend's, Manny. "Hey, Man." I joked. "Ha, ha, I'm dying with laughter." He states sarcasm drips from his speech. "I'm sorry," I mess with his beautiful hair, "Can you find it in your heart to ever forgive me!" Manny laughs loudly at me. "I'll need to think about it. I need time for my heart to heal." Manny pretends to look hurt and looks far off.

“I’m sorry…” “Astrid, I swear to God, if I didn’t love you like a sister, your head would be flying across the Caribbean right about now.” I can’t help it, I slap my palm against my lips to stifle my laughter. I guess I’m unlucky because a snort still manages to slip through. “You have five seconds to explain what the fuck is funny.” Zeya seethes, shooting me a very harmless death glare. “Fine, fine. I’m sorry!” I raise both hands in surrender.

He didn’t sigh when she arrived three minutes late to a pitch. He smirked — smirked! — when she called him “Spreadsheet Daddy” under her breath. And then, on Friday, the impossible happened. He laughed. Not a smirk. Not a scoff. A real, low, quiet chuckle. All because she’d Photoshopped his face onto a Renaissance painting for a meme she titled: "Sebastian Mason, Patron Saint of Budget Cuts." It was in the middle of a staff email chain titled “Friday Madness.” She hadn’t expected him to see it.

* 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 *

It was been spread anonymously and no one knew who was behind all of it. “I’m not ready to rest until we hunt down the fool behind all these disgusting memes.” Donald fumed. “And we find him, his punishment would be nothing that has never come to him in his entire existence because he would beg for death itself.” I spat, jamming my fists together. After a few weeks, we were able to track down the guy. He was a fat nerd in his 20s. We found him in his dorms in front of his computer, laughing and munching of potato chips with several memes made from my photo.

There were another few dozen texts, all along the same lines and starting around the time I’d met Zane. Could they be from Scott? Maybe. They might also be from anyone else whose name began with “S,” or any other letter. You couldn’t tell anything from online names, except sometimes that someone had a sense of humor or when they put their ideology in their name, like KillAllHumans142. I went back to my main feed and found a photo of Jordan giving his brief speech, along with a few-dozen comments about his age and declaring him attractive. It seemed harmless. It was there, however, that I found a meme I greatly disliked. It showed my face on a white wolf’s body with wings. The wolf was also d