Novelas y relatos de Triggered Memes

[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.

We were going to take everything she ever loved. Our rough entanglement grew deeper, the taste of him intoxicating me as his teeth gently grazed my lower lip, making me let out a soft whimper into the kiss. The adrenaline rushing through my veins was a drug, making my heart race faster than the fear ever could. I forgot about the boardrooms, the missing family funds, the forged signatures on the trust documents. I just needed him to anchor me right here, to prove to me that we were still winning the game.

I clicked on T*****r and immediately sent: "DO YOU WANT TO SEE LAURA'S MURDERERS? VOTE NOW!" And clicked send.

Rather, I typed the one thing that had been stuck on my mind for the past hour. Me: These memes are not helping since I may have or may not have fucked him last weekend...and also told him minutes ago that I was glad to work UNDER him! When I hit send, I dropped the phone like it was on fire and took a deep breath, already dreading what was coming next. Right on cue, my phone blared to life. HERA I sighed, the woman was about to scream my ears off.

It trembled for a moment before steadying again, revealing Aaron, Blake and… him. Next played the one scene that had been on repeat in his mind–Aaron’s fist slammed into his jaw. Suddenly, the video froze just as he was about hitting the floor and a cartoon horny blasted. Bright colors exploded across the screen, his face stretched and farting sound effects played as the footage zoomed in repeatedly. The meme continued for another few seconds before cutting back to the podcast where Gina was already laughing uncontrollably. They showed the other students around her too, all equally amused as they chortled and cackled.

There were cute, silly ones too, that I couldn't help but laugh out loud. “How did you come up with all of these words? Where did you find all of these memes?” I snorted, unable to keep my curiosity to myself. “On F******k of course.” She chuckled, laying her head on my chest. Together, we read through a lot of her posts, with her playfully explaining what some meant. “You should add me up on F******k, that way you can see my posts any time I make one,” she suggested. “I don’t have F******k. I can’t remember the last time I had one. I have I*******m though,” I explained with a shrug.

"I'll give thirty dollars, just kick him a few more times. You know where." Photos of Samson and Jessica were turned into all kinds of disgusting memes, spreading everywhere online. Their friends and relatives found out about the scandal and started publicly cutting ties. Suddenly, an old woman with disheveled hair rushed over, sobbing like she had lost her mind. She dropped to her knees in front of me.

I said as I sat down across from him. He chuckled, unbothered. "I’m just impressed you’re here on your own." He turned to his computer, typing something in. "So, what triggered your memories?" "What?" I blinked. He sighed like I was already exhausting him. "The last time you were here, you begged me to help you forget. You wanted out of your own head. People don’t start remembering without a trigger. Something opened the door. What was it? When did they start coming back?"

Adele~ Arriving at Sapphire Bistro, the first thing I was given wasn't the hug I expected, but a free trip to Trendle. Reading the brutal comments, I didn't know whether to join in the laughter or cry. It was common knowledge that Trendle had the most destructive, savage, unforgiving humor online. If you trended there, it was either because you’d done something extraordinary or embarrassingly tragic. Unfortunately for Ryan, it was both. I scrolled, blinking back a mix of disbelief and amusement as meme after meme filled my screen. One had Ryan’s face edited onto a mop with the caption: “When your ex sweeps the industry while you sweep floors.”

If they only see you when you start to leave, then maybe… it’s time to go. #InvisibleWife #MarriedButAlone #ANewMe #PagesI’llDeleteLater” You have got to be kidding me. You have got to be kidding me! This blog again?! This same blog that I’ve repeatedly tried to block and just cut myself off?! How was this even possible?! My rage built on as I glared at the screen. Taking in the ridiculously triggering words! But when I clicked on the comments… by the time I clicked on the rapidly building comments… I began to understand the real meaning of the word ‘triggering’