Introvert Memes Novels & Stories

It was as if she was illuminating his grey, dull world with brightness and glitter. Being an introvert, he was not disliking living with Diva as much as he thought he would. At least, he did not hate it—he did not hate her. As he was about to enter his bedroom again, his cell phone buzzed with two notifications. The first one was an Instagram notification and another was a text from Vyan. He first checked out what Diva had sent. It was a meme she had sent. It did not make him laugh, but he surely couldn't say that the gesture did not amuse him.

"Chainsaw?" "Yes," he said. "Do you not know that introverts go about with chainsaws hidden under their pants? Because it is unsocietal, they keep it locked in, waiting for sufficient trigger. But, maybe if you have met more people, had fun, and understood how people work, you won't get to pull your saw when humans annoy you." "That's scary the way you paint it," Elena commented, having no idea where exactly he was going with this. "It's true you're an artist."

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.”

Do I look like a monster? I lived my life spending more time in my room, with no one around. Sometimes, I spend my time playing games with my brother or with my maids. But mostly, I lock myself up in my room, doing stuffs like reading books, but sometimes, I just focus my eyes on the ceiling, thinking about things. I am an introverted person who never wanted to go on crowds and public places. I hate it, honestly. I even hate school, but I have to finish my studies. I want my parents to acknowledge me. There are times when I thought, hoped and wished that I could be an extraverted person. I want to have friends. It's just that fear has taken over me. I was so scared that my friends will betra

Let's just say mystery man has his ways. I smile, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. I'm scared. Aren't you supposed to be dead? I respond. The typing bubble pops up. My breath catches. Then it vanishes. I stare at my screen, my pulse in my throat. Nothing. Seconds stretch into minutes. My joke wasn't that bad, was it? A cold pit settles in my stomach. Maybe I crossed a line. Maybe I shouldn't have said that. It must have triggered him.

Everything points to something intimate, inherited, secret. I start digging into social media, scanning profiles, looking for messages, potential enemies. I discreetly ask questions to people who seemed nervous that evening. Some answers are vague; others raise suspicions. An anonymous message arrives, a slender thread of hope or a trap, talking about a "midnight meeting, bridge" and "the ring." I feel adrenaline surge. Is it a clue? Or a decoy?

Rhalia fired off, followed by a slew of red flags and eggplant emojis. "I don't know how you did it, but girl... It's been what? Almost a year?? And you still don't feel the urge to jump that absolute Adonis??" Liora added with her signature dramatic flair. I felt heat rush up my neck as I fumbled with my phone, frantically typing, "Oh my God, guys-", but before I could send it, Maelis delivered the kill shot. It was a meme of dogs humping in full force, with the caption: "Don't be shy, sweetheart. If you need tips, I can help. 😈💅"

Was about to reply, when another text popped up. Unknown number 💬: Need me to remind your little ex why he never should’ve messed with my ice-tongued princess?

My vapidness would love to smack some sense in him. ‘Cheers!’ Another wrote with clinking glasses. His teeth would look better on the ground or better as toppings. ‘Can I have some?’ The following goes on. I'd like to have some of your arteries too. ‘Cheap drunks!’ You think you can afford the cheap in the wildest of your dreams. The netizens had a gala day sharing memes amongst themselves. I have become a laughingstock. It ranges from hilarious to disgustingly vulgar. For what? For outspeaking and spitting facts at a jerk's face. For standing up by the side of a vampiress who is forced to become his sex slave. For having opinions that do not reconcile. For wanting to be admired.

I slap my hand with other. Rude. You know you speak very less. It's dangerous for your health. Means simple if you didn't talk then how you gonna make friends and if you didn't have friends then with whom you share your secrets and if you don't share your secrets with anyone then it start eating you from inside. You started behaving weirdly and people around you declare you mad and send you mental asylum, I blabber nonstop to make him talk but he didn't spill a word. It's one of my weird habit, whenever I met another introvert I become the most extrovert untill that person started to talk like me.