Iconic Memes Novels & Stories

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

I chuckled. "And me mama" Mikeila was quick to ask. "You are an angel, Mimi," I said, reaching to rub her red blushed cheeks. "Just like her mother" Aiden complained. I couldn't help but blush. "Thank you Aiden," I said. "Mama..." Ray started. "That's enough from both of you, now let's give him a name already," Aiden said. "Let's call him Ruben!" Ray suggested. "No! Let's call him Melissa!" Mimi suggested.

I taunted him. "Nothing is enough," he huffed. "Should I break your skull or chop off your finger? And then, you can imagine the 'oh ho ho ho' tone in your mind in the background," I jokingly threatened him. (Oh ho ho ho is a song that's widely used as a meme for depicting sad or fucked up situations in India) "What the fuck? I am upset and crying over here and you're imagining about a meme in such a serious situation?" He complained.

I walk slowly, as rushing would be a betrayal. In a corner, I open my phone and send the first message that will set the chain in motion. An innocuous photo, a word, a clue. The public opinion algorithm will do the rest. Rumors, dull and unsharpened, quickly find teeth to grind them further. It only takes a point of friction.

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.”

~ Hailey ~ The storm begins before the sky even realizes it’s supposed to rain. By the time Ethan and I step out of the boardroom hand-in-hand, with our relationship declared, half the company already has it posted, reposted, filtered, captioned, and turned into memes. Kevin meets us outside the elevator looking like a man who has aged ten years in ten minutes. “Hailey… Ethan… the internet is— I don’t know how to say this but— the memes are disrespectful. Hilarious, but disrespectful.”

The backlash began, but not in the direction anyone had predicted. It started, as all modern revolutions do, online. Not with reasoned op-eds, but with a meme. A young graphic designer in Austin, Texas, took a still from Davidson’s “Lion’s Roar” speech—his face, scarred and defiant—and superimposed two lines of text in clean, bold font over his heart: LOVE IS NOT TREASON. POWER IS NOT SHAME. It was shared. Then it was remixed, translated, animated. It became a banner, a badge, a declaration.

”* The internet tore her apart instantly. Brian looked at the screen, then at me. “Should we get popcorn?” he asked. I grinned. “Absolutely.” ***************************** By noon, the internet was on fire. Like actual wildfire. Everyone was dragging Monica like she insulted the whole world personally. Memes. Tweets. TikToks. Edits with clown music. Side-by-side photos of her fake smile next to horror movie characters. Even people who didn’t know her started joining the fight. And the funniest part?

After changing back into her regular clothes, Scarlett scoured the internet for memes that were funny or relevant enough to share on her social media. It was a full-time job, taking up more of her time than homework, but somebody had to drudge through the sea of endless posts to pick out the gems. There were a lot of memes about men, due to the trending hashtag #notallmen. Scarlett steered clear, careful not to take a stance one way or another. She couldn't deal with people arguing on her posts. The only valid response was a laughter emoji.

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.