I Lived Meme Novels & Stories

I didn't bother hiding my face. The second my livestream started, everyone recognized me. Within minutes, a hundred thousand viewers had flooded the stream. They didn't come to listen. They came to tear me apart. I stared at the endless barrage of insults scrolling across the screen without even blinking. "I'm going live today to clarify one thing. I never tricked anyone into eating poisonous mushrooms." The moment those words left my mouth, the chat turned into a wildfire. It exploded with curses, demanding that I drop dead.

On my birthday, my acceptance letter from Mar University finally arrived. Mom even did something completely out of character: she ordered my favorite strawberry cake. For a moment, I thought my parents had finally remembered that today wasn’t just the day for my brother’s medical checkup—it was my birthday, too. However, right after I blew out the candles, Mom pulled out my brother’s acceptance letter from a local community college. “Mason, your brother didn’t do well in his SATs, so he’ll only be able to get into a community college,” she said. “His health is poor, and he can’t handle the stress of retaking the SATs.” Dad cleared his throat, assuming his usual stance as the head of t

The President’s granddaughter. The room changed again. Because this was no theory now. No guess. No reflection in a car door. No abstract trail. One of the missing teenagers had sent a message. And she had done it in plain sight. Alex looked up at me, eyes bright with triumph. “I told you memes work.” I crouched and took his face in my hands. “You brilliant boy.” Then I stood and turned back to the screens. My voice came out cold and clear. “They’re alive.”

I replied with an angry emoji and swiped through I*******m. I*******m is a place I visit once in a while. I don't have many followers—unlike Bree, who's into content creation and has over ten thousand followers. The only time I go on I*******m is when she forces me to like and comment on her posts or if I'm looking for something different. A smile formed on my lips when I came across Bree's post from twelve hours ago—and the location was her ex-boyfriend's place. Well, I knew it.

Her nails clicked against the screen with an irritating noise. “Of course you know. But don’t worry. I’ll help jog your memory.” She pressed a button. Inst*gr*m Live. Alaya’s stomach dipped. Within seconds, hearts and comments began flooding the bottom of the screen. Thousands of people were tuning in. Live. From her house.

“No!” “Yes,” Landon said. “Someone titled it ‘Espresso Yourself—To Death.’ It’s got twelve thousand views already.” Suzi couldn’t breathe, laughing so hard tears started streaming down her cheeks. “Max! You’re going viral!” Max buried his face in his hands. “I swear, if anyone tags me…” “They already did,” Landon said. “Your name’s in the caption. ‘Local businessman’s café explodes in mocha mayhem.’ Congratulations. You’re a meme.”

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

This is what love does to someone like me it destroys me from the inside out. Timothy's black sports car sits in the circular driveway, and I wonder if Madison is inside with him right now. Probably planning their future together while laughing about the pathetic Omega who thought she had a chance. My phone buzzes with another notification. Someone has created a meme using a screenshot from the video my face photoshopped onto a picture of a homeless dog peering through a restaurant window. The caption reads: "When you're an Omega but think you deserve Alpha attention." The comments are even worse:

Ton said, checking his camera's battery one last time. Miki Izawa, a ghost-hunting YouTuber, was live-streaming to her nearly one million followers. "Hey, everyone! Today, Miki is going to explore a new aquarium that just opened!" Her cheerful voice echoed through her bedroom, which was filled with content creation equipment.

Someone had used my picture from the launch and made a meme! “It’s hilarious,” Clyde said, laughing dryly. I stared at it in disbelief, and my eyes caught the handle at the bottom. In an instant, my lips turned down at the corners. That bastard! How dare he?!