Monday Morning Meme Funny Novels & Stories

"Well, that was an interesting morning." -------------------------------------------------------------- A/N Hey guysss Since there was no joke in the beginning let's do one now! Some people cause happiness wherever they go... Others cause happiness whenever they go. Ok maybe that one wasn't that good haha Anyways HAVE A FLIPPIN GREAT DAY MWAH :)))

Angel One thing that I hate more than pink is Monday. I'm not a morning person, and the beeping of my alarm is annoying me as hell. Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Shut! Beep! The! Beep! Fuck! Beep! Up!

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It never budged though; it still rang punctually every morning to her annoyance. “Today is Monday..” He said, laying a strong southern drawl on the Monday; as if to get a point across. “Clem…” Emma called, sitting up fully on her bed. She was pissed off now. Did the guy just interrupt her sleep on Monday morning to tell her that it was Monday? What’s wrong with him? She thought. Of course she knew it was a Monday. So what about it.. “Yes..” Clem said, after waiting for some time to hear her talk. Didn’t the human know what today was? He thought.

POV: Blended (Ave + Blake) --- Ave — Monday Morning, Madness Incoming The week after the pitch win was chaos. Crescent Hill’s school blog ran a feature with their photo on the homepage. The headline: > “Enemies to Engineers? Team Imani–Monroe Takes the Lead.” By second period, Ave had already been tagged in three memes, two edits, and one TikTok mashup featuring Blake’s smirk slowed down with sparkles and the caption: “That’s the face of a man down bad.”

“Since when did this get so bad?” Steph sighed. “Oh, to look back on High School with rose colored glasses. I can’t wait to not remember Mystery Meat Monday.” “Questionable Taco Tuesday.” “Thoughts and Prayers Wednesday.” “Unsettling Bean Salad Thursdays.” “Or Barely a Burger Thursdays.” “And last but not least, Please Don’t Surprise Me Friday.” All four of us looked at each other before breaking out in hysterics. We continued to eat between making up hilarious food names for the random days we had weird food instead of the usual ones.

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.”

Zane glanced up from the sofa, one eyebrow lifted, looking way too amused for someone causing international drama. “He swore yesterday,” I continued calmly, “no paparazzi. Said all routes were clear. Turns out one of the damn baristas at that brunch place—” “—TOOK PHOTOS BEHIND A STACK OF CROISSANTS AND NOW I’M A MEME!” Her breath hitched. I could hear a tissue ripping on the other end. “Everyone’s laughing at me. My mom says you should be replaced. She says I look... stupid.” I stared at the ceiling. “I’m sorry.”

Monday as the first day of the week was always hectic and full of stress and bustle, he was aware of being apt for an herculean task this day, his battle and squabble with his lousy neighbors always emerged as the first on his rigmarole. "Glory! I'm a living being. " Bode Thomas mumbled, yawning. He could resort to lay his head on the cotton pillow and rise after hours; he could sit and nod in relish of his favourite jamz, he could also saunter and settle at the mechanic workshop down the street and munch on bread and beans while they discuss politics and country issues but Monday was expected to be spent wisely for time to all, was precious.

Mondays. Freaking Mondays. Why were Mondays even created? The sizzling of onions sautéing and the birds chirping outside our apartment brought a calming effect as I cooked breakfast in our makeshift kitchen. Yet the fact that it was a Monday drowned all of it. I hated Mondays most.