Ghosted Meme Novels & Stories

Was about to reply, when another text popped up. Unknown number 💬: Need me to remind your little ex why he never should’ve messed with my ice-tongued princess?

Comment down below. Don't bother about the sickness, it just popped in my brain, it's not real. See you next time!!! Much ❤❤❤and

I hadn’t sent a single meme, but no matter how many Rufio-themed reels he had, I knew he probably laughed at them under his breath. I tapped the message field and typed something casual. Hey, I just saw a dog that looked like Rufio but was fluffier. 12/10 imposter vibes. Hope you’re good. :) I stared at it. Read it. Deleted the smiley. Re-added it. Paused. It wasn’t a big text. It wasn’t a confession, an invitation, or anything more than a tiny, threadbare bridge stretching across the silence. But my thumb hovered over the screen like it was wired to a detonator.

I call him predictable. I pull out my phone and type a quick text. Me: 'Where are you? Been waiting ten minutes. It's about to rain'. I wait. Three dots don't appear. Nothing. Of course. I scroll up to our last conversation. Three days ago. He sent me a meme about medical school burnout. I sent back a picture of my half-eaten sandwich. Normal sibling stuff. Now he's ghosting me when I need a ride. Typical. I call him. It rings once. Twice. Then....

I go straight to my W******p and upload one picture of my hand with the engagement ring before I go offline. From the farm, we went to a restaurant to celebrate our engagement. It still hasn't clicked in, and it may never will. Bangizwe was busy on a phone call speaking his Lingala while I took that as an opportunity to check my W******p messages, and they were overflowing. Emihle was at the top of the list with 20 messages. I ghosted her all weekend because I know she bought me a ticket to a certain festival and I chose to travel instead. I decided to reply her first. The first messages is her telling me about the money she received then her at the festival sending me voice notes about how

Alice had always been a thorn between us—sharp, immovable, impossible to ignore or remove. I looked at Grayson now and wondered: if he knew I was dead, would he feel relieved that he was finally free of me? Grayson's phone rang. He answered it, not bothering to put it on speaker. I drifted closer, curious. Could it be someone calling to report my death? I studied his face intently, waiting to see his reaction when he learned I was gone. But when I glanced at the screen, I froze. The caller ID displayed my name. The voice that came through the line was unmistakably mine.

Ghost doesn't exist and evil spirits obviously doesn't exist either. ******

I promptly registered a new account on a video platform and started making meme videos featuring Quentin. In the novel's world, the concept of meme videos existed, but they were not yet popular on this smaller platform. I specifically searched for Quentin’s meme videos and found none. A star without meme videos had an incomplete career! I was practically rubbing my hands together, completely determined to have Quentin join the Ghostly Zone All-Star lineup. If my ghostly video took off this time, I’d be relying on Quentin to put food on my table in the future! A few days later, a video from the Ghostly Zone skyrocketed to the top of the charts on the small video streaming site. Thanks to Quen

The speed at which Esra got there. And now, I'm bored again. Unknown Number: Hey! There is a ghost on your side. Me: Oh? Ghost your face! Do you like to be a ghost? I told you not to text, did I? You waste my time. Unknown Number: If I wasted your time, why are you replying to me anyway? Me: Bored. Unknown Number: Hope all bored. : D Me: You know your passion for emoticons. Unknown Number: For more feelings.

It makes me happy to think so, to imagine a little girl decorating her room like a princess’s turret. It makes me sad, too, but I don’t dwell on it. My phone buzzes again. I roll over to my side to check it. you aren’t gonna ghost me, are you? Oh, he’s nervous. That’s so cute. He’s a really confident guy. It’s kind of nice knowing he’s a little uncertain, too. no way. i hate ghosts. He sends me a ghost emoji. I send him the barfing smiley face and go back to staring around my empty room.