Speechless Meme Novels & Stories

SHAMELESS PDA! Will_the_devil I DIDN'T NEED TO SEE THAT I_pooped OH, PLEASE, YOU JUST JEALOUS OF THEIR LOVE. Will_the_devil YOU GUYS ARE IMPOSSEIBLE. I AM OUT TOO. BYE. I_pooped TSK, TSK. WE DON'T SAY BYE HERE. Will_the_devil OH, REALLY?! I_pooped MHM. DON'T DO THAT AGAIN. Will_the_devil WATCH ME. BYE. BYE. BYE.

Harrison asked. “The great Alexander Lancaster is actually scared of something like this? So pathetic!” Hazel laughed playfully. She was so amused by this scenario. “Let me add more to his pain.” Harper pressed a button and it sent a meme to Alexander’s account. It was a picture of him and the surprised Pikachu face. Which described his situation perfectly. The kids laughed quietly, they were enjoying it. “He looks so stupid!” Henry exclaimed. “I bet he is fuming with anger right now. His face must be as red as an apple.” Hazel playfully added.

* inserts teary eyed face emoji * Sam: Not if you wanna join me on an assassination mission Me: Hard pass. Don't want to be gassed by you Sam: I am so close to blocking you, nerd * sends huff angry emoji a dozen times * Me: Try blocking the gas tubes instead XD Sam: * inserts middle finger *

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.

Trust me to be dramatic. "Talk. Less. Less talk. Talkless. You don't know what talkless is? Seriously? Everyone knows. You know, right?" I pointed my finger at the guy with brown eyes beside him, who leaned back at my rapid pointing. "No. I don't actually," he replied nervously. I sighed. "Who talks? People. Those who talk, can talk, right? So talkless means those who can't talk. Simple," I explained as they looked at me as if I had grown another head.

Bit down on my bottom lip to try and stop it. "I'm sorry. Really, I am. You just sound so fucking funny." I blurted through my fingers. "Cruel mate." Nessa laughed at this as well. Chuckled like a witch you found in badly written movies. Tilted her head back just enough that the column of her throat looked more bony than ever before.

“I swear you’re bi, Meme” “Bitch, I’d be bi for you and only you”, Meme says through her continuous laughing and winks at Amory, who throws a pillow at her. “I’m joining the alphabet mafia, bitches”, she squeals. When we look at her confused, she says, “you know LBGTQ, and I dunno all the rest of the letters and symbols that go along with it. But you know what I mean”! “There is something seriously wrong with you, Mems”, Amory says to her, but she just shrugs.

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.”

He in turn groaned in reluctance, and a moment's stillness later, he spoke like he was spilling gold out of his pie-hole, "I am the one who you like to call the Jerk Mummy King." Do you ever just forget to hide your expressions for a minute and then you're like 'I did not mean to make that face out loud'? Yes. That face. I was making exactly that face right about now. The Oh-sh*t-I'm-screwed face. Think! Think Lithe think! You are the sassy, smartassy most awesome little lollipop triple dipped in brilliance. Making an excuse is a piece of cake. Anything will do. Just speak up. You know you have got this. You can do this!

Then she blurts, “You’re… a lot.” I choke on air. She slaps a hand over her mouth, horrified at herself. “I mean— not like—well you are—oh my god, can we pretend I never said anything ever—” I can’t help it I laugh. It’s a real one. One that’s a startled, low, and warm. It loosens something in my chest. She peeks through her fingers. “I, uh… came up to show you memes,” she says. “About us.”