Marionette Memes Novels & Stories

"The cost of today's celebration is on the Pacific Moonrise pack. Enjoy yourselves as you please." Everyone screamed and praised Alpha Roderick. They began to yell. "You rock, PMP! You rock, PMP!" They all cheered loudly. PMP is a short form for the Pacific Moonrise pack. "Enough" Alpha Roderick raised his hand to halt the cheerful crowd. "With this, I say may the Moon goddess bless this ritual." We all made a howling sound in response. That was our way of commemorating the beginning of the ritual. Alpha Roderick held Luna's hand as she stepped down from the stage. They looked cute together. His Luna was a very beautiful and nice lady.

Everybody chorus “ ohh…” “No way,” Marnie says, her voice dripping with disgust. “ gross, that’s disgusting.” People are laughing. Exclaiming. Whispering amongst themselves. Incredulous. Repulsed. Disgusted. Laughing at this shit show it’s turning out to be. Every inch of my human skin burns, gasping, trying to break free. Fight my way out. But I can’t move. My mate is here. Ethan is my mate.

Cereal_killer ... Yes_you_suck ... I_love_my_mommy ... Will_the_devil DARN IT! *PEASANT I_love_my_mommy BUT, DUDE, YOU ARE ALREADY EXPOSED. Will_the_devil IT WAS AUTOCORRECT, WHAT THE HECK?! Yes_you_suck SURE. Cereal_killer SURE. I_love_my_mommy SURE. I_pooped I MEAN, HE IS RIGHT, GUYS. I AM NOT A PRINCESS. I AM A QUEEN.

#BlackwoodMeltdown was number five. The videos were everywhere. Dozens of angles of my screaming, my collapse, my desperate pleas to be left alone. And the comments... God, the comments were vicious. "She's literally insane lol" "Someone needs to get this girl some serious help" "When you're so desperate for attention you fake a breakdown " "Maya Blackwood is the poster child for what happens when you give damaged girls too much attention" The memes had already started. Screenshots of my face mid-scream with captions like "When you realize you have to take responsibility for your actions" and "POV: You're not the main character anymore."

Mea opened the first one under the Chatmates tab. marcc_ wants to gossip about your photo marcc_: i’d sit beside you so you could lean your head on my shoulder itsmecristy: sure. you’ll have to endure my talkative friends tho marcc_: i wouldn’t mind itsmecristy: nice <3 marcc_: wanna be my travel buddy? Mea glared madly at the three women who now ducked their heads down, feeling guilty even before she started. She still started anyway. “Seriously? ‘Nice’ and a heart damned emoji?”

“Somebody at the party filmed it. Course they did.” He turned the screen around. There it was—grainy, shaky video. Marco throwing Enzo into the wall. Angelo eating a knee to the face. Stefano tripping backward before getting stomped. Then Marco turning his back on the whole room and walking out like he had somewhere better to be. “The whole fuckin’ coast saw it already,” Stefano said. “We’re a meme.” Enzo looked disgusted. “They’re laughin’?” “Laughin’, repostin’, hashtaggin’. They’re treatin’ it like a fuckin’ UFC highlight.”

He's cold on the outside, but you just know he's warm on the inside. ... Marion's expression darkened. "What's for lunch? I'm starving," Randy asked, oblivious. But Marion didn't respond, too focused on the chat. Randy looked up and called out again, "Marion?" Marion turned his computer around, pointing at the messages in the comments section. "Could these be from paid trolls?" Randy leaned in, expecting something more significant, but only saw some comments from fans shipping Debra and Juan. "They just seem like normal people shipping these two."

"Yeah, he's coming back in two days. And he’s bringing his wife. Supposedly a beautiful musician from England. What was her name again?" “Anna Witherspoon,” the man in the wide-brimmed hat said, his voice low. "Yes, Anna Witherspoon," the bold man echoed. "And why do we care?" Bisila asked, raising an eyebrow. "Well, because Andrew was the one we all thought could steal your heart, but now he's married. We’ve all tried, and you’re not interested in any of us!" the bold man grinned. "You’re all like fathers and brothers to me. Please, Travie, I’m years older than you!" she said, rolling her eyes.

"But the rest... I shudder to think what the shower drain must have looked like. Probably a wad of hair big as a drowned mouse. Blech. Did he have a hairy ass, too?" "Yeah," Jaylee said, her eyes nearly glazing over with nostalgia. "And muscular, hairy legs, too... from the waist down, he was almost like one of those goat-guys from Greek mythology. Satyrs." Marion's nose was wrinkled more than ever, so that her entire face was scrunched up in a kind of dubious horror. "I never knew you went for that. All these years, and I thought you were normal." "It's normal! Quit eyeballing me like I just told you I was into guys who wanted to be diapered, or peed on, or something."

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