Stressed Memes Novels & Stories

I said chuckled " Don't worry man... I am sure of the amount of 'balanced diet' We have to consume. I will be as strong as a buffalo." We laughed " Don't you think they are being too much?" " Well particularly yes, I didn't deserve any of this." Peter glared at me. " Neither did I" I raised my eyebrow at him then he said, " See I know I shouldn't have skipped the meals but I was seriously stressed. They are being so annoying like they are ganging up on us... Don't you think so?" " Well, yes... They are being EXTRA." We sighed at the same time then laughed

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.”

He didn’t sigh when she arrived three minutes late to a pitch. He smirked — smirked! — when she called him “Spreadsheet Daddy” under her breath. And then, on Friday, the impossible happened. He laughed. Not a smirk. Not a scoff. A real, low, quiet chuckle. All because she’d Photoshopped his face onto a Renaissance painting for a meme she titled: "Sebastian Mason, Patron Saint of Budget Cuts." It was in the middle of a staff email chain titled “Friday Madness.” She hadn’t expected him to see it.

“Your eyes look like you haven’t slept in two days, but you’re bouncing off the walls. What is going on with you?” “Nothing is going on. I’m just busy. Work is really stressful right now,” I tried to say. It was a dumb excuse. My job was boring, not stressful. Mia just shook her head. “No. You don't get this energized from being stressed. When you’re stressed, you eat all the ice cream and watch documentaries about unsolved murders. Right now, you look like you’re trying to keep a huge balloon from floating away.” She walked closer. She moved the napkin and saw my phone. She didn’t pick it up, but she knew.

Oh this is bad, I see a pimple on top of my forehead. "What are you doing?" Max suddenly turned my shoulders so I was now facing him. I pointed at my forehead. "There's one pimple. I think it's because I'm stressed." I didn't think it was funny but Max laughed. "What are you stressed about? All your needs are fulfilled and you live comfortably in my penthouse. You also have protection there. So what's stressing you out, hmm?" I shook my head in disbelief. For all he knows, just being around him stresses me out, let alone the things he mentioned earlier.

[What kind of trash bag are you, holding so much garbage?] [Peacocks flaunt their tails to attract mates. What's your excuse for parading your ass online?] [Patricia Harris, why don't you just die?] [Slut, you're probably wild in private, right? That video's gone viral.] [Heard you're diseased. Stay home! Don't infect us!] I stared at my phone screen, the barrage of insults washing over me. Doctored memorial photos and grotesque AI-generated images assaulted my eyes.

And now, the internet was having a fucking field day. Noah stopped pacing, long enough to grab his phone again, thumbs flying over the screen as he scanned the endless floods of comments on his innagram. I sucked my teeth, irritation clawing up my throat. “You need to stop reading that shit.” He snapped his gaze to me at that, and I’ve never seen such pure anger in his gaze. “Do you know what they are calling me? Have you seen the fucking memes they’ve started to make about me? I’ve spent my entire life--?”

“Mila, you’re a saint!” Then, he pulled out his phone. “Look at the group chat. It’s exploding!” The group name had been changed to ‘Care and Support of the Clown Werewolf King,’ and it was flooded with merciless mockery. Someone had photoshopped Sarek’s face with clown makeup and captioned it: [So I came after. I’m a homewrecker.] There were even meme videos titled, “The Werewolf King’s Breakup Survival Guide.” Louis laughed so hard his whole body shook. “Hahaha! That’s brutal!”

Bima shouted, his brain working overtime. System, another idea! How do I make him even more embarrassed?! [System Suggestion: Create a more personal meme! Target the BOSS Zombie's 'failed review' content trauma!] [Meme: 'The Master of Disgusting Food Reviews – When Trash Food Becomes the Main Content'] [Effect: BOSS Vlogger's appeal -50%! Risk of random berserk mode!] Random berserk mode? Bima swallowed hard. But there was no other choice. He looked at the BOSS Zombie, who was now focused on Lia, trying to capture her "epic counterattack."

Chris feigned a pitiful expression as he answered Henry before turning to Addison “No” “You didn’t???” Addison’s eyes widened in shock before they were filled with admiration “Who could come up with something so ingenious?? I have to worship this god of retribution….ha….ha…. it was so refreshing to see the memes…. Ha….ha…ha…” Addison bend over hugging his stomach. He couldn’t stop laughing, the memes were too hilarious. He wondered if Daniel would ever be able to recuperate the courage to face the business world again. “Your god of retribution is next door doing his 1000 push up punishment. Would you like to join him?” Chris hooked his eyebrows teasingly.