Triggered Memes Novels & Stories

He opened the small door to the shiny silver box and pulled out the plate of sizzling sausages. “The bangers look done,” he said setting the plate on the counter and reaching for a knife to cut them open. “Why do you call them that?” The familiar feeling was back, the relaxed sense of togetherness echoed between them. “Because that’s what they are.” “No, they are sausages. Bangers sound like something pornographic.” “How would you know?” he laughed with a wide eye expression. “I am not completely naive.” Creighton smiled, returning his attention back to the waffles.

Mentions, messages, tags. My stomach tightened as I opened one. It was a meme caricature of my old picture. There was a poop emoji on top of my head, my brown eyes were replaced with a red laser, and a boldly written text on the picture said ‘SLUT’. I groaned and locked my phone immediately. But it was too late. I’d already seen it. Another buzz. Then another. Curiosity got the better of me again. I saw a particular message from a private page in my DM.

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"

I could fucking get sued for this! I back away from the bed, shaking. What do I do? My phone buzzes again like a relentless, angry bee on the floor. And like a zombie, I pick it up. Notifications flood in. A meme pops up. An old picture of me at my high school party, photoshopped, mocked, and trending. It's working. But underneath the shame, a tiny, stubborn spark of anger flickers to life. I tuck my hair behind my ear and enter the comments. Lewd comments about my body are getting massive likes.

“What?” I didn’t answer. Couldn’t. My stomach had bottomed out and my fingers were trembling. He took the phone from me without asking. I watched his face shift from confusion to disbelief to pure, simmering rage. “Motherfu—” He stopped himself as his jaw clenched tight. On the screen was a post from Caleb and Tara’s shared burner account. A meme. My face had been clumsily photoshopped onto a girl screaming at a cat. The caption read: “When your meds wear off and you think your ex still loves you.”

“Oh, for crying out loud…” Another message popped up from one of my Alpha team members. Sir, trending tags are now #PregnantBachelor #SiblingDrama #JayGate. I buried my face in my hands. “#JayGate… they made a scandal out of all this… how was Jay going to feel waking up to see that what we have been trying hard to cover up for months is all over the internet… will he ever forgive me..? By the time I refreshed again, a meme had already gone viral an edited photo of some strange carrying Jay bridal style with the caption:

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:

"You don't?" "No." Vanessa gasped dramatically. "The man lives in your head rent-free, and you don't even have his picture?" "Oh, stop." "I'm serious." Chloe picked up her phone from the bedside table. "Wait." She unlocked the screen. "Oh..." "There it is." "What?" "His I*******m." Vanessa burst into laughter. "Oh my goodness." "What?" "You're stalking a married man." Chloe's mouth fell open. "I am not!" "You went straight to his I*******m."

"Someone hotter and less grumpy for me to do this with?" Lily's response was blunt. "Arc's the ugly, deformed waiter you kissed at your father's gala after finding out about your ex's infidelity." Chelsea winced. "Thanks for the reminder." "You needed it," Lily said. "Kevin's stealing the spotlight, and even Larry's Italian charm is overshadowing your drama. Those memes aren't helping. Almost ten memes of you crying that night has surfaced, including one with a thundercloud hovering over your head." Chelsea's anxiety spiked. Being meme-ified meant you were either ridiculously silly or famously notorious. Chelsea knew he'd become a meme for both reasons.

“Ready Meme” “Ready bitch, let’s do this”, she says. Gabe and Spin get close enough for us to grab ahold of each other, and as Meme grabs my shoulders, I poke at her gut, causing her to giggle profusely and lose her balance before she falls backward off of Gabe’s shoulders and into the water.