Kill It With Fire Memes Novels & Stories

"Someone hotter and less grumpy for me to do this with?" Lily's response was blunt. "Arc's the ugly, deformed waiter you kissed at your father's gala after finding out about your ex's infidelity." Chelsea winced. "Thanks for the reminder." "You needed it," Lily said. "Kevin's stealing the spotlight, and even Larry's Italian charm is overshadowing your drama. Those memes aren't helping. Almost ten memes of you crying that night has surfaced, including one with a thundercloud hovering over your head." Chelsea's anxiety spiked. Being meme-ified meant you were either ridiculously silly or famously notorious. Chelsea knew he'd become a meme for both reasons.

What history could my parents have had, maybe I would never find out. Dad died mysteriously almost a year ago, before his death, I had a nightmare. It was the first time I saw the old hag. Remembering how the old hag took his soul made me sob, he was the first victim and I was clueless about the whole situation. The nightmares kept coming after that incident, Dad died at the fire station. He was a heroic man who loved saving people, and a fierce firefighter. A memorial was gonna be held soon in his honor.

"Open wide." Kill me.

The only ones that remained dead were the ones I had burned. “Fire! Only fire truly kills them!” I yelled. Our warriors took them down quickly and between me, Tala and Kai we burned the fallen ones making sure they didn’t rise again. There were hundreds of them and I glanced over as I saw Zara jump off Liam’s back as she fired arrow after arrow and I cast a fire spell on them. Her arrows burst into flames as soon as she found her mark.

“Oh, really? Then why don’t you take a look at this?” I caught the phone before it slid off the edge of the table, my fingers brushing the cool glass screen. The post was a scathing thread, complete with memes mocking our new logo and hashtags like #EpicFail and #OutOfTouch. I scanned the comments, hundreds of them, piling on with gleeful vitriol. It was worse than I’d realized, but I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing. The audacity of these keyboard warriors was almost comical. Instead, I widened my eyes, feigning shock as if this was my first time hearing and seeing the comments.

The clip had been edited and spread everywhere. In the version on the internet, I was a temperamental pregnant woman who had been driving drunk and caused the accident. I had thrown a fit at the rescue site, occupied resources, and almost killed Maya. The pile-on came overnight. The whole country wanted me dead. "This woman is sick. How can a person be this disgusting?" "Using her pregnancy as a weapon. Going after a rescue squad. Awful." "I hope she miscarries." Every kind of rot ended up in my mentions.

F*ck, I’m doomed! **********

Now, my joy has finally returned! The chat was lively. Suddenly, a massive piece of text flew across the screen! 【Tomorrow will be better: Still happy? I heard this streamer killed someone with her medicine.】 The room fell silent for a few seconds. Killed someone with medicine? The viewers froze for a moment, their hearts trembling. Someone in the chat asked: 【Who’s Together: Do you have proof?】 【Tomorrow will be better : Proof? The host killed someone with her medicine and cheated in school. All of that can be verified!】

"Dumbass." "Oh, right. Now I remember," I spat, my voice dripping with sarcasm, each word like a slap in the face. She rolled her eyes, clearly annoyed, but she answered anyway. "That was Marco." "Holly fuck. My about-to-be-dead Marco?" I spat, disbelief and fury mixing in my voice. The words felt like they were clawing their way out of me.

I ask. “Yes,” Emma says and scrapes out the bottom of the pouch for a few more bites of rice. “So fire can kill them?” The witch shrugs. “It does when we throw them in the incinerator,” she says matter-of-factly. “You burn them alive?” I ask, horrified. “Christ,” Zael says. “Do you have an ounce of humanity left in you?”