Walking Meme Novels & Stories

Blue wave apartment. Amy and Tut ate their breakfast and sat on the sofa. Amy had an glowing eyes ,the eagerness to listen to his past story .So She looked at him innocently. "First condition if I want to tell you my past then you need to tell me yours." Eventhough tutt can access through her knowledge but he can't access through her memory. Memory of the certain person is like their treasure so no matter how strong tutt can be he can't access through it without that person's permission as well as it is also a dangerous attempt .

But I was still not in the mood for calls, so I decided to turn my phone off. I woke up the next morning, I didn't know when I slept in. My head was still banging, and I was reminded that my husband was dead. Last night's event kept replaying, I looked beside my nightstand, I took our wedding portrait and looked at the man I married, The one who left me a widow even though he's been gone for a long time his Memories of us were still fresh in my head. Tears filled my eyes, my sight was blurry, I placed the portrait upside down and made my way to the kitchen counter to take some medications for the headache. Knock knock (someone was knocking)

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Welma nods, ‘Roger that’. My pup pulls away slowly with her frame twitching softly from the elation reining in her system. It might take the whole day before this merry energy dissipates from her. She looks up at me with a flustered face, as if coming to realize the bold move she just made. Quickly, she dashes at her friend and pulls her eagerly to meet her family. “Guys, meet Welma, she’s a human too, and my friend. She...”

Beside him. Every person at that table had noticed that. "A Memory Wolf is exactly what the name suggests," I said. "I can absorb memories from another person, hold them, and return them when needed. The person I carry for experiences the transfer as a loss, like forgetting. I experience it as gaining. I feel what they felt. I know what they knew." "You carry the memories as your own," another council member said. Woman, mid-fifties, dark eyes that moved fast. "You feel them personally."

Most of the major things had already been handled, so I moved through everything slowly. Nothing that demanded too much of my attention. By afternoon, I had finished almost everything. I leaned back in my chair and picked up my phone. Five minutes. That’s all I told myself. Five minutes of scrolling. The first video made me laugh. The next one was even worse. Soon, I was watching people fall over, reacting to ridiculous memes and sending a few of them to Camille. I laughed quietly to myself. For the first time that day, my mind felt completely empty.

I had Val get on her knees & suck us all as we stood over her. I still get turned on til this day thinking about how gorgeous she looked in the middle of us four, sucking dicks, in this camper, dimly lit by the porno making slurping noises, the spit trickling down her tits, as she alternated between four dicks. We'd reach down, rub on her pussy, lightly smack her on the ass. There was a couple of moments, I'd stand back, go over to the table, do a "bump", take a shot of whiskey, purposely taking my time getting back to the action.

The moment he sees the Fila bag, he grins with happiness and says “You bought my favourite Fila Backpack? Thank you so much Taylor! You are the best!” Before I could reply to him, there was a voice behind me that I could instantly recognize. I look behind and Melissa says, “Well, who do we have here? Taylor, the loser.” I turn around to see Melissa wearing a red dress which barely reached her thighs and I’m pretty sure if she bends down, everyone will be able to see her panties. Liam gave her a stern look. “Melissa, can you please not start. It is my birthday today. Let me be happy.”

What the heck? "Where is she?" I asked. "She is in our house together with your aunt Maricel," she answered. "Who is aunt Maricel?" I am confused as hell. What is happening? My mother sighed. "They should really check your skull and brain, you have amnesia! You forgot your aunt Maricel, the only daughter of your grandma and grandpa, the only sibling of your Papa." Papa is their only child as far as I know before I was transported in 1950. Something really changed, I changed something in past!

"The Event of the Year! Sky-Bound Action Scene!" I looked like a puppet on strings in the video, with my limbs stretched out and suspended in midair. I was grimacing terribly as the shot zoomed in on my face. I scrolled down and noticed a sea of mocking laughter below the video. "Dominic's expression is so meme-worthy!" "Lisa is so impressive for putting in so much effort just to make the school heartthrob happy!" "Dominic actually pissed himself! Does anyone want a close-up shot of that?" "I'll pay good money for it as long as you send it to me!"