Novel & Cerita Toxic Meme

Lyra, as venomous as a snake. The shadow that slipped between us, so quietly that no radar beeped. But who is now everywhere. I leap out of bed, the blanket wraps around my legs, I almost fall, but rage keeps me standing. Under the bathroom door, the light is on. The shower is running, I see that Alexandre is there. The idiot is calmly showering. While I am being crucified on social media. While we are becoming the laughingstock of the country. — Damn it, Alexandre…

"Do you find this disaster funny? Is your downfall a sitcom to you?" "Come on, Mickie. You're being dramatic." I wave her off. She shoves the laptop in my face violently. "Look at that! Just look! You're a meme now! A GIF, a TikTok sensation. Everyone is calling you the Box office boxer, Hollywood hothead, Rage Cage Leo, Drama Queen of the ring!" I can't help, but snicker. "Those names are kind of creative."

My heart dropped. It was my Epigram profile—flooded with hundreds of hateful comments. Vicious words. Accusations. Memes. Videos. People reposting old pictures of me and turning them into mocking jokes. Threads labeling me “the campus bully.” Others accusing me of being a liar, manipulator, and abuser. Even people I didn’t know had joined in. It was everywhere. Meme pages had picked it up. Influencers were reposting it with snarky captions.

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.”

Tara walked beside her down the hallway, clutching two coffees and grinning like a gossip columnist. “They’re calling you The Muse of Cross. That’s either a curse or a compliment. Haven’t decided yet.” Lena groaned. “I want to disappear.” “Too late. You’re trending on the student board.” Tara showed her phone. Sure enough, someone had made a meme of Damien staring at a blank canvas with the caption: Thinking about Lena (probably). Lena buried her face in her hands. “I hate everything.” Tara sipped her coffee. “Honestly? It’s kind of iconic.”

A freeze frame of him staring down the audience member. “Say it, say it… she is what?” Fan edits were popping up too, with dramatic music playing over the moment. The alpha male community wasn’t easy on him. He had become a personal target. They made terrible, degrading memes about him, called him names, and even had talk shows discussing how he was “not a real man.” Some were saying his music should be boycotted. I felt bad about the whole trolling, but I expected it. However, Leo’s fans and supporters were showing appreciation too.

I remember he was called by slang terms on the internet like ‘obsessive seme’ or ‘crazy obsessive seme,’ something like that. The younger brother who had looked so cute and adorable when he was first born now looked horrifying. And this isn’t just any younger brother, but that… obsessive? Crazy seme? thing. ‘Well, objectively speaking, he is incredibly pretty.’ No, that’s not right. Don’t be fooled by his face! That’s not an angel but a devil’s child! Then suddenly, I remembered an internet meme I’d seen long ago. [Baby Hitler is right before your eyes! What would you do with that baby?]

“You don't deserve Trevor either. I know him better than you. That bro is a fucking psychopath. Ask his squad, they'll tell you!” I yelled back. “You're the psychopath here!” I shook my head disappointedly and went into the photography club room where I got my smile back. I didn't focus on the class for today. I was focused on my phone. Writing on my notes app. Everything I had prepared to make Elliot go crazy. _Elliot is a madman _weak and useless _Hockey king? More like Stupid king. I proceeded to find stickers and memes. Found aesthetic pictures of Eliot and replaced the head with a meme. Anything to make people immersed in what was going on. Then….posted. Everyone would see the update on

The comments are worse. “She’s a train wreck.” “She’s high again lmao.” “Imagine having that much money and still being pathetic.” “Her career’s a ticking time bomb.” “She’s fried her brain.” I keep scrolling because I’m an expert in self-destruction and this is my specialty picking the wound until it bleeds. Someone made a meme of my face, eyes wide, lips parted mid-sentence. They captioned it: “When even your dealer is concerned.”

[What kind of trash bag are you, holding so much garbage?] [Peacocks flaunt their tails to attract mates. What's your excuse for parading your ass online?] [Patricia Harris, why don't you just die?] [Slut, you're probably wild in private, right? That video's gone viral.] [Heard you're diseased. Stay home! Don't infect us!] I stared at my phone screen, the barrage of insults washing over me. Doctored memorial photos and grotesque AI-generated images assaulted my eyes.