I Lived Meme Novels & Stories

“Imagine fumbling a woman who can buy your entire bloodline with one phone call” There’s a meme of me in the white dress holding Alexander’s severed head on a platter. I laugh. It turns into a sound I don’t recognise (half sob, half animal) and I have to shove my fist in my mouth to choke it off. Another notification. A DM request from an account with zero followers. @TheRealLiviaKane Profile pic: my ultrasound. The one I never posted. Message: Enjoy the crown, Queen. It’s heavier than it looks. Ask your new husband how his mother wore hers.

Fuck it. I pulled out my phone without a second thought and after messaging around the home screen for a bit, my thumb found the I*******m icon. My thumb hovered for a second and then I opened it and started a live video. My face blinked to life on my screen and people started popping into the live almost immediately. Usernames I vaguely recognized from my follows flooded the chat—some girls, some hardcore male hockey fans. Comments flashing up too fast to read but I saw a few... NOAH CARTER IS LIVE??

It makes me scowl to think that people can bring life into the world and then mistreat it and disrespect it. Back home, I kick my shoes off and go into my bedroom to get changed into my comfortable joggers and my old college tee shirt whilst I wait for Immi to come. I hear my phone vibrate and go check it. Some notification on my I* account, I’m about to just ignore it when I recognize the image that has popped up. The one and only Luna. What the hell?

Ich liebe dich. Ich habe nur diese Worte. Die einzigen, die im Chaos noch standhalten. Und in ihrem Inneren, irgendwo, schlägt ein anderes Leben noch. Zart. Aber lebendig.

“**Is it just me, or does anyone else think Ray and Liliana planned this whole thing? Too convenient. #PowerCoupleGoals**” But it wasn’t just the serious discussions that dominated the conversation. Memes began circulating within minutes—snapshots of the kiss with exaggerated captions like “**When you know you just won at life**” and gifs of Lilly walking confidently out of the boardroom with captions like “**Me leaving a toxic group chat**.” The internet was having a field day, and Lilly’s bold move only fueled the frenzy.

he runts “just know, their thousands of us waiting, for you to live to take” he challenge “Not in front of her, Bro, she is about to explode, you mess up big time” Kaima bust out laughing “you letting niggas down” he grunts “I must say the truth; she is what I say she is” he proclaimed “Bro, you failed me, I’m out” he exclaimed, he hangs the call ” What’s your problem?” she asked

She gave me a tired look. “ That is why we are craving for a home. I use to think we're existing because we are here to live and die later. But I realized, living while dying is possible. No one seems to understand us the way we understand ourselves. It's crazy to think we can give comforts to others we wish we could give to ourselves.”

he looked at me clearly offended. "Your voice sounds like two stones being rubbed together," I said nonchalantly. "Yah! My voice is ador-" His outburst was interrupted by a notification from my phone. I snatched it from him and saw that it was from V-Live app. I'd downloaded it in case any news had been reported from the members. I clicked on it and saw that SSB was holding a LIVE now. I looked over at Jimin who had a questioning look on his face.

It was like someone had loosened a knot that I did not know was there. By the next week the messages stretched longer. She started sending memes that was about anxiety brain fog. A cartoon character that was staring blankly at the wall with the caption “when your thoughts are buffering.” I laughed out loud in my kitchen. The sound made even me surprised. I replied with a crying laughing emoji and then I added. “Too real.”

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.