Lie To Me Pinocchio Meme Novels & Stories

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.

I replied. Right after I said that my phone started ringing.... Dammit! I looked at the phone and put it on silent. Dina raised her eyebrow at me then crossed her arms. She leaned against the door fame staring at me and said "Its not nice to lie. If you keep lying your nose is going to grow like Pinocchio. If I were you, I would stop, because you already have a big nose." "I do NOT have a big nose." I said getting a bit angry.

I wondered. "They tried to modify the gas, making it worse. Let me put it in layman terms. They deleted the chemical that is activated when you lie. Hence, no one can lie but of course if they manage to, they will die." He said, "that affected their brain that they are almost as dumb as Patrick from the spongebob animation." "Wow. What exactly is the motive behind this?" I shook my head in fear. This meant that back at home, my family was probably going through the same thing.

Logan: You left. Two words. No emoji. No softness. Just fact. My heart starts pounding. I stare at the screen like it might change. Another bubble appears. Logan: Are you okay? That one lands differently. Not accusation. Concern. It makes my throat tighten. I swallow hard, fingers trembling slightly as I type. Me: I’m fine. The lie looks pathetic even to me. Three dots appear immediately. Logan: Don’t do that. My chest twists. Me: Don’t do what?

“I am not a model. Trust me! That profile picture is just make-up, good angels, and Moon-blessed lighting. You can see now, this is the real me. Still think I am a prank?” I didn’t have to wait this time, as a moment later, his several replies popped up. “Wait! Oh, no! You are REAL? Goddess! That means you are really texting me!” I chuckled as his texts got funnier with every passing second. “I am such an idiot (crying face emoji). I am so sorry, Ashley. Honestly, I assumed, I was being pranked again, as it had happened earlier. My pack mates often post my profile on dating meme pages.”

“If you keep eating pizza, you’ll turn into a pizza for real.” Noah’s mouth fell open in shock, then he hugged himself, pretending to be scared. “No! Noah doesn’t want to be round!”

“There is the lie again.” “Why would you think I am lying?” I asked, “Because of this.” He said, pulling out his phone and showing me a picture on it. It was a picture of me and my friends at a party. I remembered the party so well, it had happened not too long ago and we had taken that picture but I was not sure if I had ever seen anyone post it before. This raised a lot of questions in my mind as I stood there, “What is the meaning of this?” I asked him, as I tried so hard to grasp what exactly was going on.

He's remembering her laugh. "Can I see?" The question leapt out, sharp and brittle as breaking glass. He looked up, surprised, then shrugged. "Sure?" He held out the phone. My fingers were cold as I took it. The screen was bright in the dim room. It was, as promised, a dumb meme- a photoshopped picture of a famous building with a ridiculous caption about architects. The group chat was labeled "The Drafting Table." The last three senders were Ben, another old friend, Ben again. The shame was immediate, corrosive, flooding my veins with heat. I had barged into an innocent moment and exposed the festering sickness of my own mind. I thrust the phone back at him as if it had burned me.

Lia screamed, her voice cracking. The horror in her eyes wasn't just from the danger, but from witnessing such an atrocity against food. This is my Indomie! You're not getting it! Bima shouted, scrambling back, pulling Lia with him. Lia, he's insane! He's obsessed with making the most extreme content! [System Suggestion: Use your 'Meme Creator Skill'! Create a meme that belittles the BOSS Zombie's content! This can disrupt his focus!] Meme Creator? Bima thought fast.

I didn’t have the words to say; not only because I knew they were a lie, but because I just for the life of me could not bring myself to say them for the sake of it. Instead, I rolled my eyes, then shoved my phone into my pocket. Maya gave me a discreet smile, then grabbed me by my arm. “Tell me, who’s the boy making you smile like this?” “B-boy?” I let out a sound that felt and sounded both like a scoff and a chuckle; even though it came out airy and forced. “There’s no b-boy…I just…it was a simple meme; that’s all.” I rolled my eyes for good measure, then shoved my phone into the pocket of my uniform’s skirt. That, however, only seemed to make her even more suspicious.