So Anyway I Started Blasting Meme Novels & Stories

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.”

I walk slowly, as rushing would be a betrayal. In a corner, I open my phone and send the first message that will set the chain in motion. An innocuous photo, a word, a clue. The public opinion algorithm will do the rest. Rumors, dull and unsharpened, quickly find teeth to grind them further. It only takes a point of friction.

But Ethan wasn't done milking the drama yet. Taking full advantage of the viral algorithm, he immediately jumped back onto his account to drag me through the mud again, this time weaponizing the glitch from the Brighton Tech presentation. He set up his ring light, stared dead into the camera, and flashed a punchable, smug grin at his viewers.

Meme looks at me and says, “are you serious right now” “Spin knows I’m not a morning person. Do you wanna go now or complain about what I’m wearing until I agree to change?” I asked her. “Fuck it”, she says as she throws her hands in the air in defeat. “Let’s go”! We walked out to the car, with Gabe and his boys already there waiting. Meme throws her bag in the trunk and blows a kiss at Mikey before getting in. We drive blasting the music, singing along like only we can until we arrive at Spin’s, laughing at ourselves like idiots!

So I pulled out my phone again, this time scrolling through my saved folder labeled “EMERGENCY GIGGLES.” I found a meme I knew would work. A sketchy cartoon cat trying to play a grand piano with arms that were way too short. It was dumb. Like, impressively dumb. “Look at this,” I said, turning the screen toward him. He glanced at it. Blinked. Then let out a snort. “That’s so stupid,” he said. “But you smiled.” “No, I didn’t.” “You totally did.” He rolled his eyes, took a long sip of juice, then bumped his shoulder into mine. “Okay. Maybe I did.”

It is very ironic that I will turn it off even if my goal is to release my stress by using this gadget. I went to the group page "Science Memes". When I was still in younger years, I used to spend my whole day by browsing memes. That time, I still believe in the saying "Memes is life". There is no day that I didn't browse memes. Maybe, that time, memes is my way to escape the painful reality and also, to forget my problems. I wasn't laughing out loud when I was browsing, but the inside of me is bursting out a heavy laugh.

i KnEw iT! "Guys, I'm so done with the four of you. Just make sure that you win, 'kay?" I gave up. I lost it when he said Levi Spinner. The meme song of Levi being a fidget spinner because of how fast he kills the titans just killed me. The meme, this is too much! Please, send help! "PLAYERS! THE TOURNAMENT WILL BEGIN IN FIVE MINUTES! THOSE WHO ARE NOT PARTICIPATING, MAKE YOUR WAY INTO THE WAITING AREA!"

If he wasn’t going to be entertaining, my social media feeds would be. I unlocked the screen and a grin instantly spread across my face. “Ha!” I laughed out loud, the sound sharp and sudden in the room. The guy on top of me actually flinched. “V-Victoria? You okay?” “Shut up and keep going,” I snapped, not even looking back at him. “If you can.” My thumbs flew across the screen, scrolling through the glorious, beautiful chaos. Every platform was on absolute fire. My timeline was a waterfall of videos and memes, all about the epic shitstorm at a place called the ‘Fuzzy Bunny.’

“Oh thank God, backup. Jackson, explain memes to your boyfriend. He doesn’t understand why anyone would care about a woman yelling at a cat.” “It’s not that I don’t care,” Frost protested. “I just don’t understand the context. Is this a human realm inside joke? Did something happen with this specific woman and cat?” I couldn’t help but laugh, dropping my bag by the door. “Frost, it’s just a meme. It doesn’t have to make sense. That’s kind of the point.” “But—” “Nope.” Maya held up a hand. “We’re moving on. Next meme.” She scrolled down, and Frost leaned in closer, his expression adorably perplexed.

"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." ‌