Offensive Memes Novels & Stories

"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." ‌

I could fucking get sued for this! I back away from the bed, shaking. What do I do? My phone buzzes again like a relentless, angry bee on the floor. And like a zombie, I pick it up. Notifications flood in. A meme pops up. An old picture of me at my high school party, photoshopped, mocked, and trending. It's working. But underneath the shame, a tiny, stubborn spark of anger flickers to life. I tuck my hair behind my ear and enter the comments. Lewd comments about my body are getting massive likes.

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.

To put it simply, he is the guy you don't pick a fight with, pissed or not. Did you ever see that meme on 2go where every person in a class falls somewhere? The sketch guy, the queen bee, the hyperactive, the gossip girls, the three friends, the sports guy, the silent one, the nerd. Yea, dike is the sports guy a.k.a i will beat your ass for little reason, just because i can. I would really love to say he is an arrogant over-pumped skull, but he happens to speak the bitter truth; he will beat your ass if you try him, be you giant or demi-god.

My voice was low, dangerous, because if I let it out, I might snap the tablet into two. Olivia’s finger jabbed across the screen, flipping through endless reposts. “It’s everywhere, Damien. T*****r, I*******m, TikTok…memes are already trending. Someone packaged this deliberately. This isn’t random. This was set up.” She bit her lip, then blurted: “What if it’s the Osmonds again?!” Her words knifed through me. But this is not something they would do. My eyes snapped up to meet hers as I remembered.

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

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. 😈💅"

I remember he was called by slang terms on the internet like ‘obsessive seme’ or ‘crazy obsessive seme,’ something like that. The younger brother who had looked so cute and adorable when he was first born now looked horrifying. And this isn’t just any younger brother, but that… obsessive? Crazy seme? thing. ‘Well, objectively speaking, he is incredibly pretty.’ No, that’s not right. Don’t be fooled by his face! That’s not an angel but a devil’s child! Then suddenly, I remembered an internet meme I’d seen long ago. [Baby Hitler is right before your eyes! What would you do with that baby?]

My chest caved in. The comments were worse. “Knew Jace would never lower himself to a stripper; this was all promo.” “LMAO Spicy thought she could bag a billionaire? Delusional much?” “Imagine selling your body at night and thinking you’d become wifey material. Tragic.” “Jace is way out of her league; she should crawl back to the pole.” The more I scrolled, the crueller they became. Memes of me, screenshots of my performances, and edited clips of me dancing with captions like “community property” and “lap-dog stripper”.