Truthful Memes Novels & Stories

“I cannot wait for the day Vera good gets into a fight and Eden would not be there!” “That day will be brutal” I closed the laptop. I opened it again immediately and refreshed. There was a meme now. Someone had taken a part of the video and turned it into a GIF, the exact moment Erica had me by the hair and my face was doing something undignified, and put it side by side with a stock image of a cat being held by the scruff. The account that posted it had no profile picture, no followers, no posts except this one. I knew who made it. WREN!

He was laughing. " Not at all... You know if I don't sleep for two nights then the third day I can even sleep while standing. " " This is too much, you are kidding me. " " Trust me, If I sleep all of a sudden under that condition and if anyone asks me anything, I start behaving as if I am drugged or given the medicine so that I can only speak the truth. I would even admit that I murdered someone if I really had. I mean to say that I lose control over my mind. And the funniest part is, that I won't remember anything about it when I get up. " he was looking at me with surprise and then he burst out laughing.

Soon, Zacharias' social media account made it to top trending. The guy had millions of followers. He put up a photo of himself holding hands with Rachel. They were sharing a passionate kiss. The caption read, "The perfect day. I'm in my snug suit, holding my lover's hand, and attending a concert I love." Then, tons of content creators found out about the confession post I uploaded. They compared it to Zacharias' post and grilled me openly. Rachel liked the most trending comparison video. That excited the Internet. They made a meme out of me and called me a simp.

“**Is it just me, or does anyone else think Ray and Liliana planned this whole thing? Too convenient. #PowerCoupleGoals**” But it wasn’t just the serious discussions that dominated the conversation. Memes began circulating within minutes—snapshots of the kiss with exaggerated captions like “**When you know you just won at life**” and gifs of Lilly walking confidently out of the boardroom with captions like “**Me leaving a toxic group chat**.” The internet was having a field day, and Lilly’s bold move only fueled the frenzy.

But is this really the truth? ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ See you 👋 LOVE ALL ❤️

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.

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.

I shook my head no, confirming Meme’s statement. “Well you know, indecent places”, she whispers quietly. I laugh remembering the last time she said that to Meme, the morning after the very first time I ate her out! Meme takes a moment before she gets what Loyalty meant and says through a giggle, “oh my God, Lala! I swear you honestly don’t understand what oversharing is”!

My eyes felt a bit dry, and suddenly, an image from high school flashed in my mind. He used to stand up for me and scold those who bullied me. He wasn't the current CEO back then; he was just a teenager who got beaten up by a group of peers. Yet, he bravely shielded me. "Apologize to Mia Frank." Different versions of Xavier merged and separated in my mind. I came back to reality, giving a cold smile, and approached Wendy. "I'm sorry, Miss Santana. I shouldn't have splashed water on you while Mr. Quinn wasn't here."

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.