Texting Memes Novels & Stories

It seemed the rain was keeping everyone out. Enjoy the calm while it lasts, she breathed silently. Reaching for her phone, she scanned the sales floor to make sure Mr. Gonza was nowhere in sight. Nope. Then she launched F******k making sure the phone stayed hidden from sight. With her head bowed down slightly, it was funny meme time. She didn't know how long she sat scrolling and laughing at F******k memes before packs of condoms suddenly hit the counter, startling her. She jerked, causing her Samsung to slip from her grasp, hitting the floor with a loud thud.

That's sounds so delectable but also nasty at the same time. • I wake up this morning and check my messages.I see one message from Hayden about the details of the dinner and a lot of messages from Kayla. I text back to him and look at Kayla's messages. She apparently has nothing better to do than spamming me memes she found at 3 am.Thank god i'm a heavy sleeper or i would've been so pissed.I seen her messages but replied to none.That's what she gets for wasting my storage. I'm going to my work.Today my shift end at lunch so i have sometimes to burn before i have to go training.

Kelechi couldn't even land a single punch or kick on her, just the slap from him to her that started the fight. It was a popular meme for students in my school on social media, that session. One of the memes had a picture of Tobi's hand exactly at Kelechi's jaw with the caption, "Kelechized" and below the picture was written, "Total Tobility". Another had the same picture with a different caption, "When you pre-order an iPhone in an Online

I hadn’t sent a single meme, but no matter how many Rufio-themed reels he had, I knew he probably laughed at them under his breath. I tapped the message field and typed something casual. Hey, I just saw a dog that looked like Rufio but was fluffier. 12/10 imposter vibes. Hope you’re good. :) I stared at it. Read it. Deleted the smiley. Re-added it. Paused. It wasn’t a big text. It wasn’t a confession, an invitation, or anything more than a tiny, threadbare bridge stretching across the silence. But my thumb hovered over the screen like it was wired to a detonator.

“And what's so bad about that?” “They're going to think I'm already in love with them,” I pouted. Melanie burst into a fit of laughter. “You're taking this far too seriously. Everyone texts with emojis these days. It almost means next to nothing now. Trust me.” My phone vibrated and I saw a text from Jace: Yay, she loves it. Immediately after, Jackson replied: Anytime princess. Jaxon texted: I'm glad you like it. I couldn't help the smile on my face. Melanie bumped shoulders with me. “I'm so happy seeing my best friend happy. You deserve all the happiness that's coming your way, Mia. And I mean it.”

Was about to reply, when another text popped up. Unknown number 💬: Need me to remind your little ex why he never should’ve messed with my ice-tongued princess?

When it does, notifications start popping up, I'm about to slide everything out when an unknown number catches my eyes. The text is from like eight hours ago, it must've been when we were on the plane, and my phone was off. I immediately open the text, and it reads; "Tik tok, Tik tok, are you giving up on finding your sweet Lena so soon? Huh Leo? Let’s make this more interesting shall we? For everyday that passes without you finding her, I will send you a piece of Lena, you better find her fast, before I run out of body parts to send. Tik, tok, tik, tok.”

“Did he text you at all?” Alex did not recall seeing any messages this morning. He shuffled into his pocket for his phone. “I don’t think so. Let me check.” He flipped the phone open. There were no notifications on the screen to inform him that he had any messages, but he opened up his message folder anyway and sure enough there was a text from his friend Danny. “Huh, how did I miss that?” he said, looking over the text. It was a short message that read, ‘Yo, I ain’t gonna be in school today. Had a rough morning lol.’ Alex snickered as he read his friend’s text. “That was kind of an unearned ‘lol,’" he mumbled as he put his phone away.

I stepped back, already contented with the little that I had said. Later that same night, I sat nervously in my apartment, my eyes glued to my phoneas I stared crazily at it like a teenager dying to get a reply from a crush who never knew about his existence. But there was no reply, nothing. No texts at all. No calls to confirm she had seen it. At least, common meme from Mason would have helped in setting my heart at rest, but none of that happened. I opened I*******m for messages, there was none.

He had that rare quality of making a room feel smaller in the comfortable way rather than the threatening one. I loaded my plate and ate and tried very hard not to think about anything specific and failed entirely because my body kept volunteering unsolicited highlights from the night before that I had not requested and could not turn off. "Nala you need to see this meme, it's so you." Nova was already giggling, sliding her phone across the table toward me. I started scrolling. She wasn't wrong. The meme was deeply personal, specifically targeted at my personality in a way that felt like a personal attack, and I was going to find a way to send it to myself later.