Speechless Meme Novels & Stories

"The Event of the Year! Sky-Bound Action Scene!" I looked like a puppet on strings in the video, with my limbs stretched out and suspended in midair. I was grimacing terribly as the shot zoomed in on my face. I scrolled down and noticed a sea of mocking laughter below the video. "Dominic's expression is so meme-worthy!" "Lisa is so impressive for putting in so much effort just to make the school heartthrob happy!" "Dominic actually pissed himself! Does anyone want a close-up shot of that?" "I'll pay good money for it as long as you send it to me!"

I glanced down. Craig 🩶 I froze for a moment. A simple notification, a tiny rectangle on a screen, and suddenly the room felt warmer, quieter, even though the crew and my manager were still right there. I opened it. Craig Hey, T. I just saw this meme and thought of you… A picture of a cat laying on his back tongue out done with life. The corners of my mouth lifted on their own. An effortless smile spread across my face, the kind I didn’t have to think about the cameras on me, the fans reaction or the pressure of always being perfect.

"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.

He has a scowl which is normally there, when he isn't scowling he's laughing. "You alright there bud?" I ask trying to break the awkward silence. I retract my hand from the window and roll it up. "Yeah I'm fine... Why?" His face twists into a laughable meme. Like he ate a million lemons and the caption is, Bitch dafuq? (Bitch the fuck?!) "I don't know felt right to ask, you looked like someone murdered your puppy," I shrug not entirely knowing what to say. And considering that I lack communication skills, I'm doing quite well. But I'm pretty sure my social battery is now half empty.

Technically, we did. "It's fine," I say instead, pulling out my notebook with shaking hands. "I don't care." But I do care. I care very much. By third period, the whispers have evolved into full-blown conversations that halt abruptly when I walk by. Someone's made a meme of my slap, with the caption "FINISH HIM" in Mortal Kombat font. Another edited my poolside photo onto the cover of Sports Illustrated. I keep my chin up, my sunglasses on, ignoring the looks and the not-so-subtle pointing.

Then the reply came: [Lyra 🐾] 10:50 PM Yeah. Just… One of those nights. He read it twice. He read it twice. Then typed: [Elias Vale ] 10:51 PM You don’t owe anyone anything, you know. Not your smile. Not your silence. Another pause. Then, unexpectedly, a new message popped in. A meme. It was a grainy photo of a cat sitting in a sink with a towel over its head. Caption: “I am small. I am tired. I want soup and vengeance.”

Lia screamed, her voice cracking. The horror in her eyes wasn't just from the danger, but from witnessing such an atrocity against food. This is my Indomie! You're not getting it! Bima shouted, scrambling back, pulling Lia with him. Lia, he's insane! He's obsessed with making the most extreme content! [System Suggestion: Use your 'Meme Creator Skill'! Create a meme that belittles the BOSS Zombie's content! This can disrupt his focus!] Meme Creator? Bima thought fast.

“That’s nothing! Did you see the politician who wore mismatched shoes to the press conference? Black left, brown right. And he stood there confidently for an hour. I was embarrassed for his ancestors.” Jane pushed up her glasses, giggling. “It was trending number one for a whole day. People were making memes faster than I could keep up.” Amara found herself smiling, the heaviness of her morning already dissolving. These women were a storm—loud, witty, endlessly amused by the absurdities of the world. Their words tumbled out like waterfalls, bouncing from one scandal to another, from celebrity breakups to viral dances, always in that infectious rhythm of hot gist.

I didn’t have the words to say; not only because I knew they were a lie, but because I just for the life of me could not bring myself to say them for the sake of it. Instead, I rolled my eyes, then shoved my phone into my pocket. Maya gave me a discreet smile, then grabbed me by my arm. “Tell me, who’s the boy making you smile like this?” “B-boy?” I let out a sound that felt and sounded both like a scoff and a chuckle; even though it came out airy and forced. “There’s no b-boy…I just…it was a simple meme; that’s all.” I rolled my eyes for good measure, then shoved my phone into the pocket of my uniform’s skirt. That, however, only seemed to make her even more suspicious.