George Floyd Memes Novels & Stories

“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.

"Someone hotter and less grumpy for me to do this with?" Lily's response was blunt. "Arc's the ugly, deformed waiter you kissed at your father's gala after finding out about your ex's infidelity." Chelsea winced. "Thanks for the reminder." "You needed it," Lily said. "Kevin's stealing the spotlight, and even Larry's Italian charm is overshadowing your drama. Those memes aren't helping. Almost ten memes of you crying that night has surfaced, including one with a thundercloud hovering over your head." Chelsea's anxiety spiked. Being meme-ified meant you were either ridiculously silly or famously notorious. Chelsea knew he'd become a meme for both reasons.

Rhalia fired off, followed by a slew of red flags and eggplant emojis. "I don't know how you did it, but girl... It's been what? Almost a year?? And you still don't feel the urge to jump that absolute Adonis??" Liora added with her signature dramatic flair. I felt heat rush up my neck as I fumbled with my phone, frantically typing, "Oh my God, guys-", but before I could send it, Maelis delivered the kill shot. It was a meme of dogs humping in full force, with the caption: "Don't be shy, sweetheart. If you need tips, I can help. 😈💅"

"The Miller family hired an influencer to argue a case?" "No wonder they lost $500 million..." The video already had over five million views. "And this." The assistant swiped to another video. The footage of Chloe sleeping in court had been edited into a meme video, set to the tune of a lullaby. The comments were a stream of ridicule: "Professional Napping Attorney" "Courtroom Yoga Master" "The Joke of the Miller Family" I watched these videos with no sympathy, only a cold satisfaction. In my past life, they ruined my reputation for her.

"Do you find this disaster funny? Is your downfall a sitcom to you?" "Come on, Mickie. You're being dramatic." I wave her off. She shoves the laptop in my face violently. "Look at that! Just look! You're a meme now! A GIF, a TikTok sensation. Everyone is calling you the Box office boxer, Hollywood hothead, Rage Cage Leo, Drama Queen of the ring!" I can't help, but snicker. "Those names are kind of creative."

, he yells before she lunges up out of the water and backflips before landing back in again. Everyone has gathered outside and Meme yells, “me next”, as she dives into the pool. After Meme is lunged, Loyalty strips down to her underwear, then climbs up onto Gabe and Meme, who hold her in some odd cheer pose before she triple flips back into the water. I crouch down in the pool, and suddenly I’m being forced under as Loyalty climbs onto my shoulders. I came back up and grabbed her waist. “Gabe, grab Mems. Let’s do a chicken fight”, she yells.

“I cannot wait for the day Vera good gets into a fight and Eden would not be there!” “That day will be brutal” I closed the laptop. I opened it again immediately and refreshed. There was a meme now. Someone had taken a part of the video and turned it into a GIF, the exact moment Erica had me by the hair and my face was doing something undignified, and put it side by side with a stock image of a cat being held by the scruff. The account that posted it had no profile picture, no followers, no posts except this one. I knew who made it. WREN!

“Oh God… the comments.” George leaned closer. “There are thousands of them. Some are supporting Blake. Some are attacking you. Others are just making jokes. People have even started using your photos for memes.” I put the phone down and covered my face. “I can’t breathe,” I said softly. Julia touched my hand. “I’m sorry.” George cleared his throat. “I work in tech. I can do something. Not much, but something.” I looked at him. “Like what?” “I can release comments,” he said. “Fake comments that support you. That calls out the lies. That says you’re innocent.”

One of the men hugged taking advantage of her and brought her up to the ship and when he saw everyone’s disgusted expression, he followed their line of sight and saw the yellow stains on her dress. The guy’s expression was priceless as he pushed her off like a plaque and distanced himself, constantly wiping his hands on his suit and looking down on his suit to see if there were any remnants on him. Neil took his phone back when the video finished playing and swiped the screen to bring up the next few visuals “These are the most popular memes now.” The screen had a picture of Amanda with the lower part of her body with the yellow stains and a caption ‘shark repellent- only while stocks last.’

#BlackwoodMeltdown was number five. The videos were everywhere. Dozens of angles of my screaming, my collapse, my desperate pleas to be left alone. And the comments... God, the comments were vicious. "She's literally insane lol" "Someone needs to get this girl some serious help" "When you're so desperate for attention you fake a breakdown " "Maya Blackwood is the poster child for what happens when you give damaged girls too much attention" The memes had already started. Screenshots of my face mid-scream with captions like "When you realize you have to take responsibility for your actions" and "POV: You're not the main character anymore."