Hash Slinging Slasher Meme Novels & Stories

I threw my hands up in exasperation. “Alright alright alright. Pipe down kids.” Mateo said, trying to hold in his laughter. “How about you two start again? Dante, this is my high school classmate and friend, Slyder. Slyder, meet Dante.” He pointed to each of us. “Slider? Like the burger?” I said with a snort, unable to help myself. “That's Slyder with a Y, you ass.” She spat out, “And what kind of old timer name is Dante?”

Racist Tantrum Over ‘Fake’ Handbag Leaves Internet Furious. The video was grainy, filmed from a door camera, but oh so damning. Norma, in full glam, hurled a gaudy knock-off Birkin at an unsuspecting delivery guy’s chest, screamed a slur, then slammed the door. His shocked face alone became a meme in under ten minutes. T*****r was dragging her like a sacrificial goat through flames. “Oh, you love to see it,” Tomas muttered gleefully from the kitchen island, snacking on his third cookie.

He was so humiliated that he and his friends spread rumors that I was sleeping around, stringing multiple guys along at the same time. When Sally found out, he went after them one by one. He beat every single one of them until no one dared whisper my name again. One time, the boy who started the rumors called in a few of his friends. After school, they followed Sally down the hallway and shoved him through a floor-to-ceiling window. Sally never saw it coming. His entire body crashed through the glass, and he tumbled to the ground in a shower of broken shards. The fall was not far enough to cause anything serious, but both of his arms were slashed to ribbons by the fragments.

one user wrote. Others piled on: “Always acting fancy but hiding bodies? Disgusting.” Memes popped up fast. Someone stuck funny stickers over the blurred parts and turned the image into dark jokes. Anger spread everywhere and hashtags started trending. #Murderers, #JailThem, #BloodyHeels, and #EliteSecrets climbed quickly. "Guys, there are only two pairs of these shoes in the world. If we find out who bought them, we find the killers!" a comment came, and others began to reshare the post.

*Slap* " ahhhhh" *Slap* " ahhhhh" *Slap* " ahhhhh" *Slap* " ahhhhh" *Slap* " ahhhhh" *Slap* " ahhhhh" " Are you this much dumb..... don't you know why I am doing all this ....I am angry, hell angry on you ..... You're my soon to be wife ...so I am touching you whether you like it or not it's none of my business to worry about.....

I wiped my face with the sleeve of my hoodie and plastered on my face the brightest smile I could manage before picking. It was a facetime call. “Hey,” I managed, forcing brightness into my voice. “What’s up?” Mae’s face appeared. Poker-faced and eyes narrowed. She didn’t dabble with hi’s or hello’s. Just straight to the point. “Some random number just sent me a video of you giving head to someone,” she said flatly. Ice the size of a dozen hundred needles flooded my veins. “What? That’s insane. Can I see it?” She shared her screen without a word and there I was again, kneeling and eager, lost in what I was doing.

the BOSS Vlogger grumbled, critiquing their reaction. ['Meme Creator' Skill (Level 1) activated!] [Target: Zombie Food Vlogger (BOSS Level)!] [Meme: 'The Frozen Trauma – When Good Food Ends Up in a Mad Vlogger’s Trash Freezer'] [Effect: BOSS Vlogger's content appeal -25%! Focus on 'negative reviews' increased!] Suddenly, the BOSS Zombie's glowing red eyes flickered, as if there was a glitch in his system. He stopped moving. His hand holding the cleaver trembled slightly.

“A hole’s a hole when you’re hammered.” “Jesus Christ,” I muttered, shaking my head as they both cackled like hyenas. “Hey, it still counts!” Skylar added, clinking his glass against Logan’s. “Deflowered is deflowered!” They both turned to me at once, eyes gleaming like predators smelling blood. Shit. It's my turn. Logan smirked. “That leaves just one of us untouched.” Skylar leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand. “Our sweet baby Thorne. Tell us, man. You gonna join the club or what?”

We did everything together, and I'm not exaggerating either. On that fateful fucking day three months ago, Hudson and Alec were gunned down in an attempted carjacking and left for fucking dead in the front seats of Hudson’s car. The number 7 flashes in my mind throughout the day, every fucking day. 7 times Alec was shot, and 7 times Hudson was shot. I'll never fucking forget the significance of that number.

Please tell me 💋💋💋💋💋💋💋 Who do you think was slapping? ________________________________