Toxic Meme Novels & Stories

Then the laughter ripped through the air, taunting my ears. “Ignore them.” I said to myself. Easier said than done, Valeria. I forced my attention to my phone, scrolling mindlessly, pretending none of this mattered. I shouldn’t have looked. Because the second I did, the screen slapped me with something that made my stomach drop. A meme. Not just any meme, me, Zane, and Landon photoshopped into a disgusting threesome, covered in crude stickers and comments. My heart throbbed with pain, my fingers visibly shaking.

She was seconds away from deploying it. And then her entire system seized. A klaxon, loud and obnoxious, blared from her speakers. A message, written in a garish, sparkling pink font, filled her main screen: YOU HAVE BEEN CHALLENGED TO A MEME WAR BY @WEREWOLUV88! PREPARE FOR DEFEAT, HATER! “What the hell?!” Aria shrieked. Her network, her beautifully crafted, military-grade digital fortress, was being flooded. Not by a hostile government or a rival hacker, but by millions of requests from a single source: The Global Brother-in-Law Fan Club’s online forum.

My voice was low, dangerous, because if I let it out, I might snap the tablet into two. Olivia’s finger jabbed across the screen, flipping through endless reposts. “It’s everywhere, Damien. T*****r, I*******m, TikTok…memes are already trending. Someone packaged this deliberately. This isn’t random. This was set up.” She bit her lip, then blurted: “What if it’s the Osmonds again?!” Her words knifed through me. But this is not something they would do. My eyes snapped up to meet hers as I remembered.

Lorenzo Gomez being jealous was just ridiculously impossible. This guy behind me was territorial, yes. But he'd never get jealous over someone or anything for the matter. He's just too full of himself to know that there was no reason to feel that way. Or if he ever got a tinge of what they say jealousy, that was only his bruised ego. Because Lorenzo has an ego as big as the size of the world.

My vapidness would love to smack some sense in him. ‘Cheers!’ Another wrote with clinking glasses. His teeth would look better on the ground or better as toppings. ‘Can I have some?’ The following goes on. I'd like to have some of your arteries too. ‘Cheap drunks!’ You think you can afford the cheap in the wildest of your dreams. The netizens had a gala day sharing memes amongst themselves. I have become a laughingstock. It ranges from hilarious to disgustingly vulgar. For what? For outspeaking and spitting facts at a jerk's face. For standing up by the side of a vampiress who is forced to become his sex slave. For having opinions that do not reconcile. For wanting to be admired.

He shook Xavier's charred body, screaming, "You could have died without taking my house with you! Now, it's all gone. Everything's ruined! My house…" For days, he howled in grief before finally pulling himself together enough to go back to work. But as soon as he clocked in, his boss told him, "You've missed too much work. Besides, with everything going on in your family, your focus is clearly elsewhere. You're fired." Tobias broke down. Since then, he had lost his wife, his child, his job, and the only place he could call home. With nothing left to cover Xavier's funeral, he cast the ashes aside. When asked later where they had gone, he couldn't even remember.

But as I opened the first app on my phone, the image I saw made me feel physically repulsed. It was a meme. Someone had taken a picture of me from the gala—a moment where I looked beautiful and happy—and plastered text over it. "THE FACE OF THE GREATEST SCAM ARTIST OF TODAY" The comments below it were even worse. People were laughing, tagging their friends, and sharing words of support for the "victim," Eric Kingston. I dropped my phone onto the table like it had burned me. I wanted to cry. I hated this so much. Who could do this to me? Who did I offend so deeply that they wanted to erase my humanity?

I muttered. On looking at the notification, I could see 99+ notifications. “LET THE LGBTQ COMMUNITY BREATHE!” “LAURA'S KARMA HAD JUST MET HER NIGHTMARE” #JUSTICE FOR ERIC SLOAN# #SANCTION TO LORA KARMA# #THE WICKED MUST NOT GO UNPUNISHED# All the notifications read. The one that got my attention was an anonymous poster that made a meme video clip of me with ruined makeup and some captions that struck me hard. This particular caption was directed to my last post Eric had forced me to make.

WHAT'S 'ASSHAT' AND 'NOE' AND 'ZOE? I_pooped HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I_love_my_mommy TRUST ME, WILL, YOU DON'T WANNA KNOW. I_pooped YES, OR YOUR PRINCELY BRAIN MIGHT EXPLODE. Cereal_killer TEA. Yes_you_suck FR FR. I_pooped EW, SHUT UP, GUYS. STOP RUINING TEA. Will_the_devil WHERE THE HECK DID 'TEA' COME FROM?

Words I mustn’t say. “They’re coming tomorrow!” Mommy shouted. “What am I supposed to tell them this fucking time?” “I don’t fuckin’ know! He’s five years old – he fell out of a damn tree for all I care!” “And got a black eye? From what? A freakin’ tree root?!” “Think of something!” he yelled at her, his feet stomping against the floor. Mommy always said not to stomp. Stomping is naughty. “They always believe you anyway!”