Offensive Memes Novels & Stories

TESSA I open I*******m first, and my world implodes all over again. The video is everywhere. Reposted, shared, turned into memes, reaction videos and compilation clips. #TessaFail is trending. #FatGirlDown has over a million views. Someone has auto-tuned my sobs and turned them into a remix. But it's the comments that really destroy me: "LMAOOOOO this is the funniest thing I've ever seen" "Imagine being this delusional about your weight"

Just stared at the table, his jaw working, his hands gripping the edge hard enough that his knuckles went white. One of the staffers approached cautiously. “Sir, we’ve got another problem.” Alfred looked up. “What now?” “Social media. The memes. They’re spreading faster than we can report them. People are making jokes. Turning you into a punchline.” “Show me.” The staffer handed over a tablet. Alfred scrolled through it, his face darkening with every swipe. Images of him photoshopped into ridiculous scenarios. Captions mocking him. Videos set to music. Clips from his speeches edited together with the photos to make him look like a hypocrite.

Even my fans laugh about it and made so many memes about it! "Sorry, me no speak english!"

[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.

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.

He had that rare quality of making a room feel smaller in the comfortable way rather than the threatening one. I loaded my plate and ate and tried very hard not to think about anything specific and failed entirely because my body kept volunteering unsolicited highlights from the night before that I had not requested and could not turn off. "Nala you need to see this meme, it's so you." Nova was already giggling, sliding her phone across the table toward me. I started scrolling. She wasn't wrong. The meme was deeply personal, specifically targeted at my personality in a way that felt like a personal attack, and I was going to find a way to send it to myself later.

“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!

"Someone hotter and less grumpy for me to do this with?" Lily's response was blunt. "Arc's the ugly, deformed waiter you kissed at your father's gala after finding out about your ex's infidelity." Chelsea winced. "Thanks for the reminder." "You needed it," Lily said. "Kevin's stealing the spotlight, and even Larry's Italian charm is overshadowing your drama. Those memes aren't helping. Almost ten memes of you crying that night has surfaced, including one with a thundercloud hovering over your head." Chelsea's anxiety spiked. Being meme-ified meant you were either ridiculously silly or famously notorious. Chelsea knew he'd become a meme for both reasons.

It was been spread anonymously and no one knew who was behind all of it. “I’m not ready to rest until we hunt down the fool behind all these disgusting memes.” Donald fumed. “And we find him, his punishment would be nothing that has never come to him in his entire existence because he would beg for death itself.” I spat, jamming my fists together. After a few weeks, we were able to track down the guy. He was a fat nerd in his 20s. We found him in his dorms in front of his computer, laughing and munching of potato chips with several memes made from my photo.

One of the men hugged taking advantage of her and brought her up to the ship and when he saw everyone’s disgusted expression, he followed their line of sight and saw the yellow stains on her dress. The guy’s expression was priceless as he pushed her off like a plaque and distanced himself, constantly wiping his hands on his suit and looking down on his suit to see if there were any remnants on him. Neil took his phone back when the video finished playing and swiped the screen to bring up the next few visuals “These are the most popular memes now.” The screen had a picture of Amanda with the lower part of her body with the yellow stains and a caption ‘shark repellent- only while stocks last.’