Minion Memes Novels & Stories

[What kind of trash bag are you, holding so much garbage?] [Peacocks flaunt their tails to attract mates. What's your excuse for parading your ass online?] [Patricia Harris, why don't you just die?] [Slut, you're probably wild in private, right? That video's gone viral.] [Heard you're diseased. Stay home! Don't infect us!] I stared at my phone screen, the barrage of insults washing over me. Doctored memorial photos and grotesque AI-generated images assaulted my eyes.

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Finally, I close my eyes and sleep. It's already morning, and it's Monday again, the worst day ever. I stretch my arms as I go outside my room and look at my kitchen. I prepare my breakfast, and after a while, I take out my phone and check Mimo's account on I*******m. She posts her picture while making a sad face with a caption. - I don't know what to say! I hate him so much!!!!! -

*I keep waiting for a light to come on in a bedroom across the street. *I think about a fat kid I spent three years humiliating and I can't stop.* *I think I might actually .... * No. That thought didn't get to finish. He shut it down every single time it got that far, the same way he'd been shutting it down for weeks, because it was ridiculous. It was Ezra Monroe. Soft, quiet, easy-target Ezra Monroe, who Jace had made fun of since freshman year without a second thought, who he definitely did not lie awake thinking about like some lovesick idiot in a movie.

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

Melinda had now become a huge sensation online. She even started a public social media account, sharing her experiences and amassing a huge following. Soon, various memes, jokes, and puns about her emerged online too. Some of them included, "I aimed for 0 and still got 400!", "It takes real talent to avoid every correct answer", and "SATs 101: Top three ways to get the lowest score possible!" She quickly became a micro-influencer over the course of the summer vacation and even managed to monetize her online presence.

Nothing major. This is it. Rock. Bottom. Like, bottom of the Mariana Trench, level rock bottom. I’m a sentient heartbreak meme. My boyfriend is a cheating sex icon. My uterus is never going to see the creation of life. And the highlight of my week is that my little sister hasn’t died — yet. That’s where we are. That’s the bar.

Mentions, messages, tags. My stomach tightened as I opened one. It was a meme caricature of my old picture. There was a poop emoji on top of my head, my brown eyes were replaced with a red laser, and a boldly written text on the picture said ‘SLUT’. I groaned and locked my phone immediately. But it was too late. I’d already seen it. Another buzz. Then another. Curiosity got the better of me again. I saw a particular message from a private page in my DM.

Got it? My eyes lit up in acceptance. Being wild had never really been me. Tyler was the second person I had been with. The first was my high school boyfriend… it didn’t even last ten minutes. ‘You’re a genius, Jane.’ ‘Shake it off, baby. I’ve got you.’ I giggled and quickly grabbed my bag from the table. I was almost late. ‘And may I see the text messages?’ she asked suddenly. ‘No, you can’t. It’s embarrassing,’ I laughed.

“I cannot wait for the day Vera good gets into a fight and Eden would not be there!” “That day will be brutal” I closed the laptop. I opened it again immediately and refreshed. There was a meme now. Someone had taken a part of the video and turned it into a GIF, the exact moment Erica had me by the hair and my face was doing something undignified, and put it side by side with a stock image of a cat being held by the scruff. The account that posted it had no profile picture, no followers, no posts except this one. I knew who made it. WREN!