Stranger Things Will Memes Novels & Stories

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.

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.

I complain, smacking my forehead with the palm of my hand at the recollection of my teenage stupidness. Tarra rolls her eyes and pats the couch, gesturing for me to sit. I take a seat next to her, leaning my head back on the couch with my arms folded over my chest. The familiar music of the opening credits to Stranger Things plays in the background for the billionth time; I swear she only watches this because of Billy. Tarra doesn't do scary. Like my day tomorrow, now that's scary. "Good morning, Em," Crayvin says as he takes a seat at his desk. I shudder at the use of the nickname he gave me. Although I admit, it's kind of catchy.

We are just any other teenagers there who like to live their lives to the fullest. “I said I want Stranger Things!” Nathan screamed, making me facepalm as I tried to help Kimberly in making them decide what show to finally watch. “I’m giving you one of my yachts, okay? Just let me watch Stranger Things tonight!” Nathan screamed, making Eve smirk, before agreeing. Seriously? A yacht for watching a show on n*****x? So much for convincing other people that we’re just like other teenagers.

Then the laughter ripped through the air, taunting my ears. “Ignore them.” I said to myself. Easier said than done, Valeria. I forced my attention to my phone, scrolling mindlessly, pretending none of this mattered. I shouldn’t have looked. Because the second I did, the screen slapped me with something that made my stomach drop. A meme. Not just any meme, me, Zane, and Landon photoshopped into a disgusting threesome, covered in crude stickers and comments. My heart throbbed with pain, my fingers visibly shaking.

“I knew it! You’re so gone for him.” “I am not,” I protested automatically, but it sounded weak even to me. We spent the next hour like that—laughing, gossiping, dissecting every viral moment. Stella showed me the memes someone had edited Nicholas’s bloody smirk with the caption “touch her and you die”, the slow-motion edits, the thirsty comments from strangers who now knew my name. It was overwhelming and terrifying and—God help me—a tiny bit exhilarating. For a little while, surrounded by pastries and Stella’s teasing, I almost felt normal.

She asks in disbelief. He nods, "Wait till you see the back." He says and then completely removes his clothes. She blushes then laughs. ~LATTON'S property~ "How impulsive," she mumbles. "Do you like it? If something bad happens again, and I lose my memories, this will remind me of you." "That's the corniest shit I've ever seen and heard." She uttered as she laughed louder, and her eyes became teary. The sound of her laughter gave a serene, assurance, and delight to him.

Safe, comfortable, simple. I chuckled, though it came out softer than usual. "That sounds tempting, but the last thing I want is to third-wheel while you and Tori go all lovey-dovey in front of me. I’d die of secondhand embarrassment." "Excuse me!" Millie shrieked in mock outrage. "We do not go all lovey-dovey. We are subtle and tasteful." "Subtle?" I snorted, pressing my hand over my mouth. "Millie, the last time I came over, you two couldn’t get through a single episode of Stranger Things without exchanging heart eyes. I thought I was going to drown in the domestic bliss."

Robert-Galt: “Who the fuck are you to question the memory reel’s authenticity? PBD is not the kind of channel that would pull a publicity stunt like that!” Joe Dragon : “But you still can’t change the fact that… memory reels are not always believable!” KongVsGodzilla: “Oh, come on! Can’t we all just appreciate what he did?“ MewTube: “Who else thinks this reel is utter bullshit?” Flat-Sun-Society-Member: “Is it just me or his armor seems a bit familiar?” CosmicDouche_1: “Shitt! Now that you mentioned… How could I miss this?“

"Your territory? Big words. Careful, or you'll come to a very ugly end before the night's out." Leon Thorne. There wasn't a soul in that hall who didn't know the name. Every power in the south answered to him, and he was known to be brutal and paranoid. The Thorne family he ruled was, by extension, something no one dared to cross. "Shameless, truly. A banished bitch, and it still dares to bark in here." Someone in the crowd chimed in with her. Jeering laughter rose from every side, sharp enough to make my eardrums ache.