Marionette Memes Novels & Stories

"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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"You don't?" "No." Vanessa gasped dramatically. "The man lives in your head rent-free, and you don't even have his picture?" "Oh, stop." "I'm serious." Chloe picked up her phone from the bedside table. "Wait." She unlocked the screen. "Oh..." "There it is." "What?" "His I*******m." Vanessa burst into laughter. "Oh my goodness." "What?" "You're stalking a married man." Chloe's mouth fell open. "I am not!" "You went straight to his I*******m."

the man on the other end of the phone responded offensively, with an annoying laugh. " Already dealing with the idiots and it's only 8 : 30 in the morning, "she hissed as she dropped the call , followed by the usual recorded laughs that are mostly accustomed to the audience in a sitcom, James adjusted in his seat as he laughed at the consistent flow of rib recking conversations from the popular Mr bean series that aired from 8- 8:30 pm on the boomerang channel, his laughs were in sync with that of the ever invisible audience, until the chime from a ring tone caught his attention, and the sight of the contact number wiped the smile off his face. He pushed up from his seat, a look of disbelief

Bailey bowed slightly and left just as quietly as she came. I watched the door close behind her, then my eyes drifted back to my phone and my conversation. Jason had sent another meme, something about wolves pretending to be majestic but tripping over their own feet. It was so exaggerated and stupid I actually burst into laughter. A real laugh. Loud, unexpected. One that made my stomach tighten and forced a tear out of the corner of my eye. I wiped it quickly, still amused. I didn’t even think about Griffin. Not then. Not when I continued texting.

'Jade, it won't kill you to compliment people. 'Why would I compliment you? Uthman, who do you think you're? He looked at me and burst into laughter. 'Really, Jade?' I shrugged. 'Two can play the game.' He laughed again. I crossed my arms over my chest, wondering what's so funny 'So, you're Marlian? Why am I not surprised? ' Yeah, it's a vibe.' 'it's a bad vibe and it's just leading people astray' 'come on, it's just something we use to put ourselves in a good mood, it something that makes us daring, makes us stand up for our rights.....' He trailed off.... 'it's a vibe really.'

Mariane looked at the screen of her phone and checked the number if she was right. “It’s me, your childhood best friend, Zach.” Mariane gasped as she remembered who she was calling. “Zach? The Zach who always has poop on his underwear?” Mariane asked. “Damn, Yan-yan. With so many things that you can remember about me, why is that an embarrassing incident?” Mariane chuckled as she heard an exasperation sigh of Zach. “I’m sorry. I’m just trying to figure out if it’s really you.” “It’s alright. I’m happy you called.”

He grinned. "Gosh, don't even go there. The girl's a cavewoman. She hit me!" "Ouch," Marcel said, yet leaned closer, "What did you do? Kiss her? Hit on her?" "She says I insulted her coffee," "You did not!" Marcel burst into laughter. "I did not, maybe a little? But the point is, it was all part of the lesson," However, his cousin was busy laughing at him. "I can't believe this. Arianna and Mimi must be from the same planet. No wonder they're best friends,"

Selena hurled the tablet onto the sofa. The screen was still lit. A meme kept sliding up her timeline. It was that photo of Ava, startled by the flash, a french fry caught between her lips. Across it, in huge bold letters, someone had written: "Her only crime was buying this many chips and not sharing with the rest of us." Under it were fifty thousand likes. "I’m so done with this!" Vivian cried, covering her face. "Has the whole internet gone collectively insane? It’s an oversized gray hoodie. It’s cheap junk food. Why do they even like her? Some people are literally analyzing the fabric of that hoodie."

I looked up at Alfred. He couldn’t meet my eyes. “Well,” I said. “This is bad.” Nathan let out a bitter laugh, sharp and humorless. “Bad? This is fucking humiliating. Do you know what people are saying? Do you know what my friends are doing right now? They’re making memes. Memes, Mom. Of my dad in bed with some random woman. They’re sending them to me. They’re tagging me in them. They’re laughing.” “Nathan…” Alfred started.