Marionette Memes Novels & Stories

My phone screen lit up with a text. Emma; ‘Hey, cousin… I'm officially introducing Jonathan to uncle tomorrow at dinner. Make sure you are there. I'll kill you if you don't show up’. I scoffed, a smile creeping up my face as my eyes glued to my phone. “Who's that?” My eyes met with Jess's curious eyes as I lifted my gaze. I blinked. “I mean, it's unlike you to smile at your phone like that…” she leaned close, her eyes blank, and a smile stretched around her lips. “Your girlfriend?”

I ignored every one. Then the messages started pouring in. We're not breaking up. You're just upset. We'll talk when you calm down. Come home. I was about to silence the conversation when another notification appeared. Liam Carter [crying cat] meme I stared at the screen, waiting for him to realize he'd sent it to the wrong person. One minute. Two. Nothing. Instead, another message popped up. I figured you could use this more than I could. Attached was a digital coffee gift card.

Only one person can talk to me so nicely like that and I am thankful you are not some kind of a person like Katrina or Sera,” I chuckled, “They always annoy the hell out of me, to be honest.” “Well, you are not alone in that thing. You have no idea how much I hate those two. And I am happy I can talk to a more decent person like you. They only know how to talk about shoes and dresses and cakes… they disgust me,” Marian grimaced and I was surprised when something small emerged from her small pouch and it was a hamster! “Ohh! You brought a hamster!”

Mitchum taunted. “Listen jackass, if you want to harass someone over something maybe you should focus your energy on Kenneth. Did you know that mated and marked she-wolves are really horny and needy on full moons? Dude is totally gonna have an AC/DC moment tomorrow,” I retorted. Mitchum’s eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store and I knew I had given him his entertainment for the evening.

A child's voice pipeline. Marie frowned. “What is this?” Helen cocked her head. “Candy's voice.” Marie froze. “What…?” Helen’s laughter danced across the room, cold, delighted, triumphant. "This is the follow-up video. Part two." She tilted the tablet so Marie could see the thumbnail: a blurry figure that looked very much like Fiona holding a shaking child. "The other one is already going viral." She grinned wider, her teeth sharp as a blade. Marie's throat closed.

"Not now." "Ava, you need to see this right now." Mia held out her phone. It was the school's anonymous gossip account, the one that posted screenshots and commentary and occasionally video, and it had already posted about the exchange, a ten-second clip someone had filmed from the bleachers, Mason's voice clear and sharp: *You're just so afraid of being ordinary that you've made yourself impossible to be around.* The caption read: *THE WAR CONTINUES. Round three goes to Reed??? Comment your scores.*

I stare at Maddy/Marion in complete disbelief. Grandson? How is that even possible? They look like they come from two separate worlds. “I know, Darling. It’s hard to believe I’m even remotely related to this simpleton.” Marion says while squeezing River’s ear. “But, alas, I am. And I’ve grown quite fond of him.” “I love you too Mèré. But I’m not a simpleton.” River says, pulling her hand away from his ear.

he said simply, his thumb brushing across my bottom lip before he kissed me again, lighter this time, almost teasing. We spent the next hour flipping through the endless chaos online, giggling at memes people had already made about Logan’s red face during his argument with Tessa, or the way Tessa stormed down the aisle in heels she could barely walk in. T*****r was merciless, I*******m flooded with edits, TikTok filled with people reenacting the argument for clout. And us? We laughed until my stomach hurt, until tears streaked down my face. “This one,” Liam said, shoving his phone toward me again. It was a meme comparing Logan to a “discount groom who couldn’t even make it through vows.”

Then the laughter ripped through the air, taunting my ears. “Ignore them.” I said to myself. Easier said than done, Valeria. I forced my attention to my phone, scrolling mindlessly, pretending none of this mattered. I shouldn’t have looked. Because the second I did, the screen slapped me with something that made my stomach drop. A meme. Not just any meme, me, Zane, and Landon photoshopped into a disgusting threesome, covered in crude stickers and comments. My heart throbbed with pain, my fingers visibly shaking.

How do you argue with a tale so potent it short-circuits reason and makes a beeline for the gut? He bore the mockery as a physical weight. The late-night talk show comedians had a field day. One joked, "I guess when you're that rich, you don't just get a prenup, you get a 'die-nup'." Memes spread like wildfire: Davidson's face Photoshopped onto a lottery ticket, onto a climbing rope scaling a mountain of money, onto the body of a black widow spider. He was a global punchline, his most private moment turned into a joke.