Texting Memes Novels & Stories

yeah, that fits better. I followed a few meme pages for daily entertainment, and laughed at those memes until a notification popped up on my phone screen. *Rishi sent you a friend request.*

“I am not a model. Trust me! That profile picture is just make-up, good angels, and Moon-blessed lighting. You can see now, this is the real me. Still think I am a prank?” I didn’t have to wait this time, as a moment later, his several replies popped up. “Wait! Oh, no! You are REAL? Goddess! That means you are really texting me!” I chuckled as his texts got funnier with every passing second. “I am such an idiot (crying face emoji). I am so sorry, Ashley. Honestly, I assumed, I was being pranked again, as it had happened earlier. My pack mates often post my profile on dating meme pages.”

he said simply, his thumb brushing across my bottom lip before he kissed me again, lighter this time, almost teasing. We spent the next hour flipping through the endless chaos online, giggling at memes people had already made about Logan’s red face during his argument with Tessa, or the way Tessa stormed down the aisle in heels she could barely walk in. T*****r was merciless, I*******m flooded with edits, TikTok filled with people reenacting the argument for clout. And us? We laughed until my stomach hurt, until tears streaked down my face. “This one,” Liam said, shoving his phone toward me again. It was a meme comparing Logan to a “discount groom who couldn’t even make it through vows.”

After changing back into her regular clothes, Scarlett scoured the internet for memes that were funny or relevant enough to share on her social media. It was a full-time job, taking up more of her time than homework, but somebody had to drudge through the sea of endless posts to pick out the gems. There were a lot of memes about men, due to the trending hashtag #notallmen. Scarlett steered clear, careful not to take a stance one way or another. She couldn't deal with people arguing on her posts. The only valid response was a laughter emoji.

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.”

Before I locked my phone, I saw a previous text from almost a month ago when my thumb accidentally slid up: "Exactly, which is why you should ice skate." The text message read. "No. I'm not embarrassing myself. Today is all about you." stated my reply. Sebastian then sent a photo of the infamous "confused black girl meme," with her holding her palm up, wearing an irritated look on her face. I smiled to myself, remembering how hard I laughed when he sent me that. "You're an idiot, Sebastian." "A gorgeous one, though." the next text read. "Goodnight, Sebastian."

He's remembering her laugh. "Can I see?" The question leapt out, sharp and brittle as breaking glass. He looked up, surprised, then shrugged. "Sure?" He held out the phone. My fingers were cold as I took it. The screen was bright in the dim room. It was, as promised, a dumb meme- a photoshopped picture of a famous building with a ridiculous caption about architects. The group chat was labeled "The Drafting Table." The last three senders were Ben, another old friend, Ben again. The shame was immediate, corrosive, flooding my veins with heat. I had barged into an innocent moment and exposed the festering sickness of my own mind. I thrust the phone back at him as if it had burned me.

I change into my slippers before I could change my outfit to a comfortable homey one. After eating our light dinner. We headed to our beds. Patty sleep so fast that it took her just a minute to snore and sleep deeply. I pick up my phone on my bed side and open my f******k account. I scrolled down on some memes and dramatic post from the group I joined. But one post stop my finger to scroll up. " Smell so good? " Is this post pointing out to me? Zeke added my on f******k and I got so hysterical seeing him on my friendrm request. My finger is shaking that time when I'm tapping the confirm button.

Like, cheeks-hurting, can’t-wipe-it-off-my-face kind of smiling. The Lena Halberg flyer was burning a hole in my pocket as I walked through the halls of the Arts building, texting Macey and Liam updates in all caps. THIS IS HAPPENING. I’M GONNA BREATHE THE SAME AIR AS LENA HALBERG. Macey responded with sixteen star emojis and something that vaguely resembled a scream. Liam just sent, “Don’t pass out on the front row, drama queen.” I was about to text back when I felt it.

My phone bings when I'm lost admiring the lingerie before the mirror and I snatch it from on top of the closet Island to see that it's Nessa who just texted me. Nessa: Hello, Your Majesty. Seems like you have forgotten your best friend. Me: I drop a laughing emoji, I would never! Just been lost with so many things so far. Nessa: she dropped a pitiful emoji, so your mate's d!ck is that good enough to forget your best friend, huh? Me: Nessa! Jeez. Nessa: drops a laughing emoji. But seriously, I'm very angry with you. Me: I'm so sorry. Let's speak on the phone now. Video call?