Vines Memes Novels & Stories

VINES – DO NOT DROP. I drop it. It’s every bit as glorious as you’d hope. The crate lands half on Bren’s foot and pops the lid. A green-brown spill of thorned pods rolls across the barley like a cloud of very motivated hedgehogs. Bren swears. He hops. He goes down. He tries to claw them out and discovers the second joke. The little bastards want to go deeper if you tickle them. Mara uses the beat to cut his hamstring with the sort of professional tidiness that makes me love her a little.

Then he said, "Take a look; they've moved on. They are just fine." "Is it possible that they know the Cannibal Vine, too? And they've avoided walking into its attacking range?" asked the tall and thin Centipede. One-eye Dragon pointed at the broken vines on the ground and said, "No, they've entered the attacking range and fought the Cannibal Vine. It looks like they've defeated the vines." "Gosh, how could they defeat the Cannibal Vines? How powerful are they?" Black Widow asked in surprise. "It's said that the Cannibal Vines are invincible in the forest? How could they defeat them?" Toad asked.

One of the vines twitched, flexing like a snake awakening from its nap. "Oh fuck!" The bundle of vines spasmed, recoiling enough that they spread across the lawn. Mike sprinted across the lawn toward the house, giving the vines a wide berth. Coming to the narrow gap between the wall and the house, he saw that the vines were withdrawing, spreading out and coiling around everything they touched. He hopscotched his way through them, timing his jumps to avoid touching them. The fountain came into sight, and Naia stood at its edge, her face a mask of concern. "What's going on?" she asked, her eyes on the retracting vines near the fountain. Her eyes met his just as the vines sprung up, a pair of t

I said off the top of my head as i ran my fingers under the tap. “Well there’s this w******p broad—” “Not the w******p broadcasts” I added and we both shared a laugh on how ridiculous those can be. About the fruits that have been injected something poisonous or the supposed demonic cartoons for the kids. And even how the covid vaccines were an elaborate plan to reduce population.

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 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!

"Make it punchy, Carlin. We're not just serving tea here." Carlin rolled her eyes but followed his advice, weaving words that ignited curiosity and sparked outrage. Vasky, in his element, enhanced the content with his signature memes. As he clicked away on his laptop, he couldn't help but mutter, "Memes are the modern hieroglyphics, after all." ‌

I muttered, “you didn’t know what a hair wrap was.” “You’re right. I’m sorry. I’ll explain. Vine is just another social media sharing service, this one for short three-to-seven second videos. People use it to post pranks, music, journalism crap, comedy, political stuff and shit like that. My profile is strictly comedy skits. Actually, it’s not just my page. My sister, Caroline, and I share it. She learned a bunch of neat editing tricks in college and taught me some, so a year ago when I got started in it, I asked her for a little help, and…” He rolled his eyes. “You know sisters. She butted her way in until we were splitting the page, fifty-fifty.”