Memes Without Words Novels & Stories

Just as I reached the private room I knew so well, the sound of laughter and voices from inside stopped me in my tracks. "Reid, that post you put up last night was bold as hell." It was one of his friends, his voice dripping with amusement. "Seriously. Wearing a Portugal jersey is one thing, but that caption? Did your wife not lose it when she saw that?" "The video of your proposal is still pinned in the group chat, man. Everyone in this city knows how obsessed you were with Argentina." The room went quiet for a moment, then came the click of a lighter. "So what?" Reid's voice was lazy, completely indifferent. "The mood was right that night. I just got caught up in it. Looking back, pinning

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.”

“**Is it just me, or does anyone else think Ray and Liliana planned this whole thing? Too convenient. #PowerCoupleGoals**” But it wasn’t just the serious discussions that dominated the conversation. Memes began circulating within minutes—snapshots of the kiss with exaggerated captions like “**When you know you just won at life**” and gifs of Lilly walking confidently out of the boardroom with captions like “**Me leaving a toxic group chat**.” The internet was having a field day, and Lilly’s bold move only fueled the frenzy.

My vapidness would love to smack some sense in him. ‘Cheers!’ Another wrote with clinking glasses. His teeth would look better on the ground or better as toppings. ‘Can I have some?’ The following goes on. I'd like to have some of your arteries too. ‘Cheap drunks!’ You think you can afford the cheap in the wildest of your dreams. The netizens had a gala day sharing memes amongst themselves. I have become a laughingstock. It ranges from hilarious to disgustingly vulgar. For what? For outspeaking and spitting facts at a jerk's face. For standing up by the side of a vampiress who is forced to become his sex slave. For having opinions that do not reconcile. For wanting to be admired.

Elliott replied, sinking down onto the ground next to his son. “Yeah, it’s also a meme. A meme can be a video,” Dax explained. “No, a meme is just one of those pictures with the words written on top of it,” Elliott disagreed. Aaron had no interest whatsoever in hearing the end of the discussion. He was ready for the portal to open again, to shift if it was going to, to test Alex’s theory as to which tunnel would open next. If it wasn’t quite as predictable as possible, this would take a lot longer than he’d hoped. He was ready to go home.

"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." ‌

My skin crawled in desperation for him. The first week I started sending him memes during the day, but he didn’t really understand them, much like the emojis, and it took him a moment to pick up. I had a feeling his office may have been a little too stuffy, and memes weren’t a part of his everyday life like they were with mine. Jenna sent me a dozen a day. Baby Yoda memes were his favorite, and mine as well. His office, his life, had been too stuffy, and I was happy to be breathing life into him.

“Exactly. She was trying to stab me with a knife just now. Besides, Cillian was in the room too. There’s no way something like that would just happen, right? “What if someone made the whole thing up? AI is so advanced these days. Faking videos to mess with public opinion happens all the time.” As he spoke, he watched Shiloh’s expression carefully. She had posted that “debunking” statement online earlier. It must have caused Cillian a lot of grievance. He had to be getting back at her by making a fake video to gain sympathy. It sounded possible. So, Shiloh sent the video to the school’s media teacher.

There were another few dozen texts, all along the same lines and starting around the time I’d met Zane. Could they be from Scott? Maybe. They might also be from anyone else whose name began with “S,” or any other letter. You couldn’t tell anything from online names, except sometimes that someone had a sense of humor or when they put their ideology in their name, like KillAllHumans142. I went back to my main feed and found a photo of Jordan giving his brief speech, along with a few-dozen comments about his age and declaring him attractive. It seemed harmless. It was there, however, that I found a meme I greatly disliked. It showed my face on a white wolf’s body with wings. The wolf was also d

The mirror awaits me, faithful. I look at myself again. My eyes do not tremble. My mouth neither. I reach out my hand, touch the cold surface of the glass. A word crosses my mind, limpid and without remorse: Finally. Then I sit down, straight, motionless. And I wait for what comes next.