Vines Memes Novels & Stories

Selena hurled the tablet onto the sofa. The screen was still lit. A meme kept sliding up her timeline. It was that photo of Ava, startled by the flash, a french fry caught between her lips. Across it, in huge bold letters, someone had written: "Her only crime was buying this many chips and not sharing with the rest of us." Under it were fifty thousand likes. "I’m so done with this!" Vivian cried, covering her face. "Has the whole internet gone collectively insane? It’s an oversized gray hoodie. It’s cheap junk food. Why do they even like her? Some people are literally analyzing the fabric of that hoodie."

She was just tapping on it when she froze and just literally look straight on the screen. "What? What now?" Detective Fox took a look at the phone as well as Agent Eric. "H-E-L-P. From the start, she was reaching for help." Violet turned the phone to the two men in front of her. "See the morse codes at the end of her tweets?" Seafood mukbang tonight live on Twitch···· I will be eating 10 packets of Spicy Korean Noodles this morning for breakfast. Check it out on YouTube at 7 am· Have you seen my last YouTube video? I played Among Us with some of the most popular YouTubers like @Corpse_Husband, @Valkyrae, @Sykkuno, and many more! They're so cool, and I swear·-··

POV: Blended (Ave + Blake) --- Ave — Monday Morning, Madness Incoming The week after the pitch win was chaos. Crescent Hill’s school blog ran a feature with their photo on the homepage. The headline: > “Enemies to Engineers? Team Imani–Monroe Takes the Lead.” By second period, Ave had already been tagged in three memes, two edits, and one TikTok mashup featuring Blake’s smirk slowed down with sparkles and the caption: “That’s the face of a man down bad.”

Cassie began, jabbing Natasha in the arm. "What?" "You freaking out in front of Lucas King!" "The artist?" "Oh, no. The fisherman who happens to have really cool hair!" Natasha gave her an annoyed look. "Nothing. I was just a little dazed from the football that was coming right at my face." "Yeah, sure," Cassie added, rolling her eyeballs. "How do I still put up with you?" "Duuh...I'm your bff and in case you hadn't noticed, the last 'f' is for forever !" Cassie responded with her high spirited tone, "besides, where else are you gonna find an awesome friend like me?"

Seeing Vines holding his cell phone with a stunned look, Kevin was a bit worried. “Are you really alright? You sent me the message ten minutes ago, so you shouldn’t have forgotten it so soon.” Vines turned to look at him. The other crew members who followed Kevin also looked surprised. His face turned gloomy. Vines thought for a while and said, “I’m sorry. There’s a misunderstanding. Perhaps I accidentally pressed some buttons and sent the wrong message. Sorry to trouble you.” Hearing what he said, Kevin felt more confused. However, he didn’t continue further after hearing that.

So I pulled out my phone again, this time scrolling through my saved folder labeled “EMERGENCY GIGGLES.” I found a meme I knew would work. A sketchy cartoon cat trying to play a grand piano with arms that were way too short. It was dumb. Like, impressively dumb. “Look at this,” I said, turning the screen toward him. He glanced at it. Blinked. Then let out a snort. “That’s so stupid,” he said. “But you smiled.” “No, I didn’t.” “You totally did.” He rolled his eyes, took a long sip of juice, then bumped his shoulder into mine. “Okay. Maybe I did.”

[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.

Marth took a deep breath and said, "It looks like we're just trash. Are those vines actually sentient? They know how to deal with the most difficult ones first. After that, both of us won't be able to run away. The vines are completely ignoring us. They're all only attacking Fane!" When he said that, he paused for a moment. He widened his eyes as if he just remembered something.

I could identify the specific vine that made someone like Despacito, cut it out like a cancer and burn it to ashes. You may think that much power shouldn’t be placed in one person’s hands, especially if that person was me. But force yourself to listen to Despacito fifteen times in a row and get back to me. I floated closer and examined the vines attached to Maurice. It was like one of those movies where the guy had to disarm a bomb by cutting a wire. Only, there were usually only two wires, and they were conveniently colour-coded. I had hundreds to choose from, all ochre green.

CASSANDRE The van smelled of rubber, rancid sweat, and… defeat. An unbearable odor for someone like me. The air was thick, saturated, almost tangible. Each breath felt like swallowing a cloud of dust and despair. I was sitting on a metal bench, strapped in as if I were a national threat (which, objectively, is true: I have brought down more men with a smile than any war). The vibrations of the engine shook the entire vehicle, and the chain attached to my wrists clinked with every bump like a funeral bell.