Texting Memes Novels & Stories

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Giovanni: I think what you should say is “you have a not so rare tendency to state the facts about yourself.” “What meme is so funny this time?” “What?” Emily faced Tyler again to realize this time, she was laughing out loud. “Oh nothing. Just a really funny meme I just saw.” “Show me then,” Tyler immediately leaned towards her to look at her phone screen, Emily immediately swerving from him. “Didn’t you say it’s a really funny meme?! Then let me see!” “It has disappeared,” she stretched her arm away from him, hiding her phone. “You know how i*******m memes are. One refresh and poof, it’s gone!”

Liza shrieked as Melanie clicked the send button and snatched the phone back to read the reply she had sent. 'It's great. I will be eagerly waiting ;)' "A wink, seriously Mel, a freaking Wink? It's just a casual date. I don't want to give him any wrong idea. And what's with the 'I will be eagerly' part?" Liza said exasperated. She had wanted to send him a simple reply confirming the date. But then Melanie had to go ahead and add the wink and suggestive text. Liza groaned as she read the text again. Seconds later, her Cell phone dinged and displayed "I am excited about this date too :)" from Steve.

River's POV. Noah and I hadn’t really talked about the almost-kiss. Not on the car ride home, not in texts, not even when he sent me that dumb meme of a raccoon shoving Cheetos in its mouth with the caption “us at 3AM.” I’d stared at that meme longer than I’d like to admit, smiled a little too hard at it, and sent back something just as stupid, because that’s what we did. We joked. We laughed. We pretended like everything was normal.

She panicked "I have never done it before" "So how do you run you social media account?". Melissa chuckled "I just post memes, my favorites celebrities, red stuffs, things I wish I could have and my friends". Her voice lowered when she said the word friends, she looked away as she wipe the droplet of tears flowing freely from her eyes. No matter how wrong the choice she made was, she still wouldn't let her pride realize her mistake. Deep down she miss them, she wished she could call them, hang out, take pictures of them to post on her status and kiss Molly again.

There were cute, silly ones too, that I couldn't help but laugh out loud. “How did you come up with all of these words? Where did you find all of these memes?” I snorted, unable to keep my curiosity to myself. “On F******k of course.” She chuckled, laying her head on my chest. Together, we read through a lot of her posts, with her playfully explaining what some meant. “You should add me up on F******k, that way you can see my posts any time I make one,” she suggested. “I don’t have F******k. I can’t remember the last time I had one. I have I*******m though,” I explained with a shrug.

“**Is it just me, or does anyone else think Ray and Liliana planned this whole thing? Too convenient. #PowerCoupleGoals**” But it wasn’t just the serious discussions that dominated the conversation. Memes began circulating within minutes—snapshots of the kiss with exaggerated captions like “**When you know you just won at life**” and gifs of Lilly walking confidently out of the boardroom with captions like “**Me leaving a toxic group chat**.” The internet was having a field day, and Lilly’s bold move only fueled the frenzy.

There were another few dozen texts, all along the same lines and starting around the time I’d met Zane. Could they be from Scott? Maybe. They might also be from anyone else whose name began with “S,” or any other letter. You couldn’t tell anything from online names, except sometimes that someone had a sense of humor or when they put their ideology in their name, like KillAllHumans142. I went back to my main feed and found a photo of Jordan giving his brief speech, along with a few-dozen comments about his age and declaring him attractive. It seemed harmless. It was there, however, that I found a meme I greatly disliked. It showed my face on a white wolf’s body with wings. The wolf was also d

“I cannot wait for the day Vera good gets into a fight and Eden would not be there!” “That day will be brutal” I closed the laptop. I opened it again immediately and refreshed. There was a meme now. Someone had taken a part of the video and turned it into a GIF, the exact moment Erica had me by the hair and my face was doing something undignified, and put it side by side with a stock image of a cat being held by the scruff. The account that posted it had no profile picture, no followers, no posts except this one. I knew who made it. WREN!