Stressed Memes Novels & Stories

She was seconds away from deploying it. And then her entire system seized. A klaxon, loud and obnoxious, blared from her speakers. A message, written in a garish, sparkling pink font, filled her main screen: YOU HAVE BEEN CHALLENGED TO A MEME WAR BY @WEREWOLUV88! PREPARE FOR DEFEAT, HATER! “What the hell?!” Aria shrieked. Her network, her beautifully crafted, military-grade digital fortress, was being flooded. Not by a hostile government or a rival hacker, but by millions of requests from a single source: The Global Brother-in-Law Fan Club’s online forum.

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Rather, I typed the one thing that had been stuck on my mind for the past hour. Me: These memes are not helping since I may have or may not have fucked him last weekend...and also told him minutes ago that I was glad to work UNDER him! When I hit send, I dropped the phone like it was on fire and took a deep breath, already dreading what was coming next. Right on cue, my phone blared to life. HERA I sighed, the woman was about to scream my ears off.

Zane glanced up from the sofa, one eyebrow lifted, looking way too amused for someone causing international drama. “He swore yesterday,” I continued calmly, “no paparazzi. Said all routes were clear. Turns out one of the damn baristas at that brunch place—” “—TOOK PHOTOS BEHIND A STACK OF CROISSANTS AND NOW I’M A MEME!” Her breath hitched. I could hear a tissue ripping on the other end. “Everyone’s laughing at me. My mom says you should be replaced. She says I look... stupid.” I stared at the ceiling. “I’m sorry.”

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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.”

“Need help? Or do you need someone to dramatically throw it out of the window for you?” I couldn’t help the small puff of laughter that escaped. “You’re not funny.” “I’m hilarious. You’re just too stressed to appreciate fine comedy,” he replied with a mock sigh. “So what’s got your brain twisted in knots? Is it the treaties? The histories? Please don’t say the battle strategies. Those gave me nightmares.” I looked at him, and smiled,he was trying to make me laugh, he must have noticed that I was stressed. There was humor in his voice, but his eyes were watching me carefully—soft, concerned, like he saw through the armor I thought I was still wearing.

Eyes wide Staring Shocked Frozen Shit I am doomed.