Ghosted Meme Novels & Stories

I want all of your attention. Aria stared at her phone, still smelling like tequila and lime. Her body reacted instantly, a warm pulse between her legs at the sight of his name. Aria: I actually have plans tonight. Ghost: Cancel them. She laughed under her breath, half-amused, half-nervous. The audacity. Aria: It doesn’t work like that. Ghost has tipped $20,000. The notification made her sit down on her bed hard. Twenty thousand dollars. Just like that.

"I just laid my heart open for you, didn't I? The least you could do is give me a round of applause. A little recognition for my emotional development." I let out a loud, breathless chuckle and brought my hand down, smacking the top of his head with a solid thwack. "Shut up, you absolute idiot. You don't get a medal for basic human communication after ghosting me for twenty-one days." The number felt significant on my tongue… I'd counted every single one of them.

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.

She hops off the bed and goes to find her stupid phone. I put my arm behind my head and sigh. My mind wanders and it's actually shocking that I don't pass out from being so tired. But there is something that’s been bugging me… I shoot up when I realize Ghost wasn’t here tonight. I rub my hand over my beard and shake my head. Pulling my phone out, I pull up Ghost’s name. Me: Are you with Mags?!? Like WITH her??

___________________________________________________________________________ Ghost from the past Well, most of the time it's used to explain that something or someone from your past reappeared into your life, bringing less than joyful memories. E.g.: I was at the train station and I suddenly saw my boss from when I was 19 years old. It made me remember what a terrible job I had then. What a ghost from the past! Or, I'd rather keep the ghosts from my past locked away. https://forum.wordreference.com/threads/a-ghost-from-the-past.34447/

Without a second thought, I typed out a message to Ghost, my fingers tapping fast against the screen. Me: Next time, you better bring protection. ╰─────────────┄ °❀ It didn’t take long before my phone buzzed in my hand, his response lighting up my screen almost instantly, like he’d been waiting for me. ☠︎︎° ┄─────────────╮ Ghost: I don't remember agreeing to “your” rules, Red. ╰─────────────┄ °☠︎︎ I paused, lips pressing together, my pulse quickening. My fingers hovered over the keyboard before I shot back another text.

"What? Whose funeral?" Richard's voice shot up. "Selena Sanchez, don't joke about something like that. Chloe is our daughter, not some tool to get attention. You're her mother. How can you say something so awful? You don't deserve to be a mother." I didn't answer. I hung up. The memorial was held in a small chapel. Gray clouds hung overhead. A light rain fell, turning the air heavy and suffocating. I stood quietly with Chloe's urn in my arms.

" Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that. "But you can see ghost duh!” I said with full of sarcasm. "Yep. If it's a real ghost, and are you scared in ghosts? Opps.. you’re a ghoster remember?" And my crazy friend laughed as if she wasn't a ghoster too. "Wow am I the only ghoster here? You too" I muttered to her. "Hmm Aeshe whats the feeling of being ghosted?” she asked me out of nowhere. "Did you see the guys who cry when we are leaving them? And to see a guy crying with just a week of flirting with them it would have been a lot of pain that it caused them to cry like that." I said to her.

Even if she did, she'd blame it on the wind. "Ghost?" Sharon was becoming concerned, "I thought you don't believe in such things?" "Really? Oh, em." Geneva cleared her throat and spoke confidently, "that's true, I am not scared by flimsy things such as ghooosts!" The last word Sharon heard was the word 'ghosts' being screamed into her eardrums before she heard nothing else. The phone had fallen and disassembled and the call, disconnected.

i said, i was looking forward to what he was really going to say. "Do you know how is that possible? " he asked. "No i don't I'm confused too" i answered . "That means you have a ghost clone" he now revealed it. "what does that mean?" I asked again. He stood up and walked to where he used to out his books, he took a small but old looking book and came back to where he was sitting, next to me.