Ghosted Meme Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Snow started falling—hard and fast. I stood there on the curb, freezing, shaking. Three hours in, my phone died. Sonia never came. Before the screen went black, one last thing flashed—Pierre's post. A selfie. Him and Sonia in front of some car, her face turned halfway. Caption: [Under the same snow, our hair turns white. Close enough to growing old together, right?] In the dead glass, my reflection stared back—smiling. Not bitter. Just done. The hundredth promise, traded for a concert and a boy toy.

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 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.

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

The only person I could turn to in a time like now was my best friend who had ghosted me for days. I remembered how heartbroken I had been when I woke up the morning after our passionate lovemaking to find that he was gone. I could still remember how I had, with tear-filled eyes, called his number several times and had only gotten his voicemail. I had tried texting him on W******p too but he had blocked me. I had tried Snapchat, iMessage, I*******m, and even LinkedIn because I had been desperate for answers—I still was. But today, I was desperate enough to go look for him at home, holding onto a thread of hope that there was a reasonable explanation for his sudden coldness.

Deal😀 Goldie»» God, you're such a food lover😂😂😂 So why are you texting me by this time? Goldie»» Can't sleep. Aww, does little goldie need a cuddle from mama bear? Goldie»» Yes, little Goldie does😳 You're so shameless😂 Goldie»» I'm omw Right, joke all you want.

Steve replied. “You can call me Ghost,” Ghost smiled. “When I was younger, I used to get a thousand texts from the ladies and of course I would want to differentiate the important ones from the regular ones with a different chat tone. The one I just heard isn’t very familiar so I figured.” “That’s very smart sir,” Steve laughed. “I mean…Ghost.” “My daughter is telling you to come over tonight because her father is on a business trip isn’t she?” Ghost asked, his eyes fixed on his long nails.