Medical Memes Novels & Stories

It was like someone had loosened a knot that I did not know was there. By the next week the messages stretched longer. She started sending memes that was about anxiety brain fog. A cartoon character that was staring blankly at the wall with the caption “when your thoughts are buffering.” I laughed out loud in my kitchen. The sound made even me surprised. I replied with a crying laughing emoji and then I added. “Too real.”

Heartbeat thumping loud and strong. The baby flips, tiny hand raised like it’s waving. Or flipping the camera off. The chat explodes. 20 million viewers watch my baby give the middle finger to the world. I smile (small and sharp). “There’s your sympathy.” I end the live. The internet loses its mind. #BabyFlipOff trends worldwide in minutes. Memes flood in, the ultrasound with clown makeup on Amara’s face, the baby with sunglasses and a crown. Amara’s podcast clip is ratioed to hell. Her mentions are a war zone.

She stood next to a handsome young man, and the picture was genuinely pleasing. These gaming enthusiasts not only showcased their cartoonish and adorable illustrations but also demonstrated their impressive quick-sketch abilities. Some of the drawings were humorous, and due to their reluctance to portray a beautiful lady in an unflattering manner, they turned Alex's handsome face into a meme. The more humorous the content, the wider the spread. This set of images had already garnered over ten thousand reposts and numerous comments. Fans were exclaiming, "Don't worry, Alex's girlfriend. We, the fans, will be the ones getting flustered first."

Rhalia fired off, followed by a slew of red flags and eggplant emojis. "I don't know how you did it, but girl... It's been what? Almost a year?? And you still don't feel the urge to jump that absolute Adonis??" Liora added with her signature dramatic flair. I felt heat rush up my neck as I fumbled with my phone, frantically typing, "Oh my God, guys-", but before I could send it, Maelis delivered the kill shot. It was a meme of dogs humping in full force, with the caption: "Don't be shy, sweetheart. If you need tips, I can help. 😈💅"

River's POV. Noah and I hadn’t really talked about the almost-kiss. Not on the car ride home, not in texts, not even when he sent me that dumb meme of a raccoon shoving Cheetos in its mouth with the caption “us at 3AM.” I’d stared at that meme longer than I’d like to admit, smiled a little too hard at it, and sent back something just as stupid, because that’s what we did. We joked. We laughed. We pretended like everything was normal.

It trembled for a moment before steadying again, revealing Aaron, Blake and… him. Next played the one scene that had been on repeat in his mind–Aaron’s fist slammed into his jaw. Suddenly, the video froze just as he was about hitting the floor and a cartoon horny blasted. Bright colors exploded across the screen, his face stretched and farting sound effects played as the footage zoomed in repeatedly. The meme continued for another few seconds before cutting back to the podcast where Gina was already laughing uncontrollably. They showed the other students around her too, all equally amused as they chortled and cackled.

I threw on a pair of denim shorts and a loose, oversized shirt, then towel-dried my hair before flopping face-first onto my bed with a sigh. Grabbing my phone, I opened F******k and started mindlessly scrolling through my feed. Memes, selfies, random videos. Some made me chuckle. Others made me wonder why I still had certain people on my friends list. Sometimes, I’d pause to watch reels, especially the ones about food or travel. They were oddly relaxing. But once the boredom kicked in, I decided, screw it—I’ll just take a nap.

I walk slowly, as rushing would be a betrayal. In a corner, I open my phone and send the first message that will set the chain in motion. An innocuous photo, a word, a clue. The public opinion algorithm will do the rest. Rumors, dull and unsharpened, quickly find teeth to grind them further. It only takes a point of friction.

Once I had conceded tearfully to her mother, she came to me and whispered into my ear: “I told you should have killed yourself.” Mara was right. The kids at the school were not kind to me in any way. All eyes were on me, smirks and laughter and insults and jeers thrown my way. Ooh look, the elephant is back. I applaud her bravery, I would have killed myself. She’s disgusting. To think she ever thought Trevor was genuinely interested in her. What a fucking loser. Pictures were being taken of me and circulated around. They were turned into disgusting and degrading memes for everyone else’s amusement and Mara was kind enough to send them all to my DM, making me see just how ridiculous they had

"Make it punchy, Carlin. We're not just serving tea here." Carlin rolled her eyes but followed his advice, weaving words that ignited curiosity and sparked outrage. Vasky, in his element, enhanced the content with his signature memes. As he clicked away on his laptop, he couldn't help but mutter, "Memes are the modern hieroglyphics, after all." ‌