Triggered Memes Novels & Stories

”* The internet tore her apart instantly. Brian looked at the screen, then at me. “Should we get popcorn?” he asked. I grinned. “Absolutely.” ***************************** By noon, the internet was on fire. Like actual wildfire. Everyone was dragging Monica like she insulted the whole world personally. Memes. Tweets. TikToks. Edits with clown music. Side-by-side photos of her fake smile next to horror movie characters. Even people who didn’t know her started joining the fight. And the funniest part?

The small pan hissed softly as the oil heated, the sharp scent of roughly crushed garlic already filling the kitchen before I realized I was humming. Fuck. A Shakira song. Wildly off-brand for this morning’s mood, which had gone to hell at five twelve a.m. sharp, when Arsen, the technological bastard I’ve called my enemy since we were both fermenting in Mama’s womb, spammed my W******p with fifteen random memes and one AI-generated video of Harry Potter lip-syncing a reggaeton song.

and as Sam took a step back, he saw something lying on the floor , a piece of paper, and on it written were the words "DON'T GO. DON'T TRUST. DON'T BE FOOLED. DON'T LET CONFIDENCE BLIND YOU. DONOT DO THAT. DONT DO IT" Sam just stared at the meaningless piece of paragraph and pocketed it. He knew that someday in the near future, he was going to need it , desperately

He is the standard. I nearly puked upon typing that last reply. I’m sure that man will tease me to hell once he sees this comment section. I went to twitr and saw that Jupiter’s name was on the trending list again with over five thousand tweets. I read every tweets and laugh about it. All are positive and appreciation posts! Some edited his face and made a meme about it! They were hilarious as hell! I was busy scrolling down my news feed when I heard a knock on my door. Jupiter peeked through the glass window and I laughed before opening the door for him.

Viv keeps on greeting everyone with a smile as people stare at me weirdly. "Morning everyone," she says. People gathered in no time. "As you all know Christmas hasn't been celebrated since the tragic incident that took place but this year is going to be different because we are celebrating Christmas!!" She says. Everybody claps and chats happily. "I'll like us all to get to work and get the decorations ready," she says. Everybody leaves. "That was easy," I say smiling. "The perks of been beta female," she says with a smile. "You said something about a tragic incident. What's that?" I questioned her. She takes a deep breath.

I look over to see my husband knocked out, I put my cold feet on his inner thigh, and he jolts awake. “What the fuck” He shouts. I laugh and tell him Trigger needs to speak with us. We get dressed and head to my office where Trigger is waiting for us already. We walk in and I make myself, Rasheed and Trigger a drink. “So, what’s up” I ask. “Well, um I was wondering if it would be okay to come back, but from the looks of it Rasheed has his memories back.” Trigger says. “Trigger, you were always welcome, and you were never banned from the land. I just wanted someone with Rasheed while his memories were gone.”

#BlackwoodMeltdown was number five. The videos were everywhere. Dozens of angles of my screaming, my collapse, my desperate pleas to be left alone. And the comments... God, the comments were vicious. "She's literally insane lol" "Someone needs to get this girl some serious help" "When you're so desperate for attention you fake a breakdown " "Maya Blackwood is the poster child for what happens when you give damaged girls too much attention" The memes had already started. Screenshots of my face mid-scream with captions like "When you realize you have to take responsibility for your actions" and "POV: You're not the main character anymore."

black-and-white backgrounds with text overlays like: > “Ungrateful girls don’t deserve real ones. ” “Some people don’t know when they’ve got someone good. ” My stomach twisted as I scrolled. He’d left comments on memes about “loyal men and cold women. ” And his followers...most of them guys from school...had jumped right in. “Facts bro, some girls don’t deserve loyalty. ” “We know who you’re talking about, king. ” “She used you for clout. ”

He sat at a table in a corner and got a black coffee, his back to the wall. And he finally gazed. He opened social media apps. He was trending. The picture was everywhere. It had been memed. Clarkson' painful face had the "When they're out of avocado toast" and "Me realizing I left the oven on" captions. Their clasped hands were photoshopped onto different romantic movie posters. The ridicule was worse than the ill will. It twisted something as weak and genuine as his most honest moment into a poor joke. It stripped all of its force and significance and turned it into a joke.

How did dead men send them notes? “Oh, by the way,” Mason continued, ignorant of the mood. “The internet is having the time of its life. You guys are now a meme.” Hayden snorted despite himself. “Oh my God,” Beck muttered. “Mason, it seems like your job doesn’t keep you busy enough nowadays.” Jared pinched the bridge of his nose. “Thank you, Mason,” he said. “We’ll catch up later.” “You’re welcome. Call me if your dead boyfriend resurfaces.”