Thrown Out Window Meme Novels & Stories

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.”

I stood by the window, staring down at that tiny, pathetic figure without feeling a single flicker of emotion. Love? That cheap sentiment went up in smoke during last night's game of Rummy. All I felt now was disgust. … Shawn's pity party became the laughingstock of the entire city. I had the footage edited and posted with the title "The Freeloader Cheats with His Sister, Heiress Gets Epic Revenge." It hit 100 million views overnight. The comment section was a sea of comments like "So satisfying!" and "He got what he deserved." His name was trash in this city, but he still refused to give up.

Shredded the fancy artwork I'd chosen to match my carefully crafted image. "I EARNED THIS!" I screamed, throwing a chair through my floor-to-ceiling windows. The glass cracked but didn't break - safety-rated, of course. Even my destruction had limits. "I clawed my way out of nothing! I made myself perfect! I deserved that money more than any of them!"

TESSA I open I*******m first, and my world implodes all over again. The video is everywhere. Reposted, shared, turned into memes, reaction videos and compilation clips. #TessaFail is trending. #FatGirlDown has over a million views. Someone has auto-tuned my sobs and turned them into a remix. But it's the comments that really destroy me: "LMAOOOOO this is the funniest thing I've ever seen" "Imagine being this delusional about your weight"

Meme looks at me and says, “are you serious right now” “Spin knows I’m not a morning person. Do you wanna go now or complain about what I’m wearing until I agree to change?” I asked her. “Fuck it”, she says as she throws her hands in the air in defeat. “Let’s go”! We walked out to the car, with Gabe and his boys already there waiting. Meme throws her bag in the trunk and blows a kiss at Mikey before getting in. We drive blasting the music, singing along like only we can until we arrive at Spin’s, laughing at ourselves like idiots!

A video thumbnail. Me. Running. Blood on my arm. Julian behind me. The message above it: You can run. You can hide. But you can’t disappear. Next time, I won’t miss. Julian took the phone from my hand. Looked once. His face went empty. Then hard. He crushed it in his fist. Plastic cracked. He rolled down the window and threw it out. It shattered on the asphalt behind us, sparks flashing briefly in the dark. We kept driving.

So throwing pebbles it is. "Okay,"I try on some light pep talk to try and psych myself up. "This is it. Don't disappoint me." Aiming for the left window , I hurled the stone towards the glass. A sharp loud tap is heard as it crashes on to the pane and my paranoid self is worried that I might have broken her window, or cracked it abit.

I gathered my bag and made sure I didn’t leave anything behind before I climbed back up to the window. As I tried to climb out on my stomach, I accidentally kicked the window and it closed shut on my ass. I was stuck. “Ah, shit.” I groaned and tried to pry myself out, but for some reason the window wouldn’t budge anymore and I was wedged between. If I called for help, I would alert someone that I was crawling around in an abandoned building. “For fuck sake, why does this have to happen to me?” I muttered and flopped onto the ground.

"The Miller family hired an influencer to argue a case?" "No wonder they lost $500 million..." The video already had over five million views. "And this." The assistant swiped to another video. The footage of Chloe sleeping in court had been edited into a meme video, set to the tune of a lullaby. The comments were a stream of ridicule: "Professional Napping Attorney" "Courtroom Yoga Master" "The Joke of the Miller Family" I watched these videos with no sympathy, only a cold satisfaction. In my past life, they ruined my reputation for her.

This is what love does to someone like me it destroys me from the inside out. Timothy's black sports car sits in the circular driveway, and I wonder if Madison is inside with him right now. Probably planning their future together while laughing about the pathetic Omega who thought she had a chance. My phone buzzes with another notification. Someone has created a meme using a screenshot from the video my face photoshopped onto a picture of a homeless dog peering through a restaurant window. The caption reads: "When you're an Omega but think you deserve Alpha attention." The comments are even worse: