Funny Sad Memes Novels & Stories

A message bubble lit up under his name, cheerful and oblivious. Just another one of his dry, stupid jokes—something about his dinner being so terrible he was convinced the restaurant was trying to assassinate him with undercooked chicken. He'd probably attached one of those ridiculous GIFs he was always finding, something animated and silly that was meant to make me laugh.

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He had never imagined such a disaster could happen in a deal he had spent a year negotiating. At that moment, Sandra dropped to a deep ninety-degree bow, tears streaming down her face as she pleaded loudly, "I'm sorry! This has nothing to do with Mr. Ulrich! Don't scold him! I failed to discipline my child. Please forgive me, give me a chance to make it right!" The partner, startled, barked back, "I'm talking to Grayson! Who are you? How dare you ask me for forgiveness?" Sandra's tears fell in a torrent. Her shoulders shook, her posture small and pitiful, looking both wronged and helpless.

she said. “No it's okay, it's not like I care. You don't have to apologize for him” I scoffed. “But the slap is blowing up. I mean everyone is making memes of her.” Julia squealed, making Madison smirk. “It is just a matter of time before Veronica finds out.” I grinned. Just by hearing her name Julia's mood turned sore. I grinned at the rest of them and we laughed together. “Is not funny, don't laugh!” She murmured, glaring at us. The evening passed by as we lay tirelessly on our mattress. We were not assigned another task for that day.

I looked up at Alfred. He couldn’t meet my eyes. “Well,” I said. “This is bad.” Nathan let out a bitter laugh, sharp and humorless. “Bad? This is fucking humiliating. Do you know what people are saying? Do you know what my friends are doing right now? They’re making memes. Memes, Mom. Of my dad in bed with some random woman. They’re sending them to me. They’re tagging me in them. They’re laughing.” “Nathan…” Alfred started.

Who is she even? They were countless. They had one purpose. To break me. At first, I laughed about it. But I had scrolled and seen memes with my head plastered onto rodents, women in maid uniforms. Even one-dollar bills. My laughter died slowly after that, till I could feel the tears stinging at the corner of my eyes. My fingers were numb as a result of how tightly I was gripping my phone. My throat burned as I sucked the inside of my cheeks, desperate to stop the tears.

My skin crawled in desperation for him. The first week I started sending him memes during the day, but he didn’t really understand them, much like the emojis, and it took him a moment to pick up. I had a feeling his office may have been a little too stuffy, and memes weren’t a part of his everyday life like they were with mine. Jenna sent me a dozen a day. Baby Yoda memes were his favorite, and mine as well. His office, his life, had been too stuffy, and I was happy to be breathing life into him.

If he did, then he will miss them too. "Just always remember one thing, Lola. No matter where ever we are, we will be happy. We might not be a part of your life, but we both want you to be happy as well. This is how it works. We know you and Lucas would lead a very good life and help others. It's not bad that you miss us. But it's bad to become sad when you remember us. Why don't you think about the happy memories of us when you miss us? Then a smile will appear on your lips, just like we like it" he told her not to be sad.

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I apologize, unable to control my laughter, "I still remember the pain and humiliation on your face when she said no. And when you cried, oh god, it was so funny." When I realize I'm laughing at one of my best friend's most traumatic moments, I force myself to stop, catching my breath and trying to think of sad things. Unfortunately, nothing works and Bax has to endure about five minutes of my failed attempt to take control while I eat some gummies. When I am able to function again, I get an idea. I grab my phone and take a picture of what I have on my whiteboard before erasing everything with the sleeve of my special sweatshirt that I've worn practically every day since I first acquired it.