Walking Meme Novels & Stories

I turn my tormentors into pieces of a mental chessboard that I will manipulate later. Time stretches. The snoring, the gasps, the punches or kicks in the hallway become a macabre orchestra that I conduct in my head. My body is battered, my bruises multiply, my knees bleed. Each movement reminds me of my fragility, each mocking laugh resonates like a hammer on my mind.

“C’mon, Lala”, my best friend Meme begs. “My brother won’t let me go if I don’t bring you along”. Kyle is Meme’s brother, who is two years older than us. Even he knows she’s… Promiscuous is putting it nicely!

, Meme stutters out through her giggles, only making Amory laugh harder. “Okay haha! I haven’t had sex in three years. Funny”, she finally says. “Let’s move on, Meme”! “Neither have I”, both Spencer and I stated under our breath. “Okay, we’re still at six to three! Lala’s favorite ice cream?”, Meme asks. Butter pecan! “Seven to three, how much does Lala weigh”? That’s rude! She weighed a hundred and five pounds after she gave birth and I remember the doctor commenting that she weighed less than when she started, so that’s what I write! “Well damn”, says Meme! “Okay, Lala’s pet peeve”? Dirt?! Germs?! Life?! Fucking girl is mad OCD, you could lick her toilet and not get sick! “Seven to four, o

Clara explained that it was normal—that the body remembers before the mind does, that trauma memory doesn’t function like a coherent story, but like a collection of loose sensations: a sound, a gesture, a smell that activates without permission. Healing, she said, wasn’t about forgetting. It was about teaching the body that the moment was over. *** One afternoon, she taught me a technique I recognized immediately—because Jacob had tried something similar the day I broke down in the kitchen. Clara called it a sensory grounding exercise, a way to bring the mind back when it drifts into the past. “We’re going to use your senses,” she explained calmly. “It doesn’t have to be perfect. Just follow

I crawled into the bed and pulled the blanket over my head. “Don’t think about it, don’t think about it,” I muttered to myself multiple times. My body tingled and I felt clit begging to be touched and my cunt wanting to be fucked. I grunted. I shouldn’t say such vulgar words they would only turn me on. My phone beeped and I reached out for it. Too quickly. Like that could make me forget what I had seen. It was a message from Aiden. Aiden: Oh I forgot to mention, I have a housemate. His name is Lucas. I’ll be back tomorrow morning. There's a snack in the freezer.

I came home and for some reason I was too anesthetized to cry. My mother was gone, she had already left for her shift at the local hospital and I could have some peace. I put on some flannel pajamas and threw myself on the couch, closed my eyes for two seconds and tried to think of something other than the depression I was feeling. As I fell asleep I dived into a different place from my reality and suddenly in my mind the eyes of this Sam guy were stuck in my subconscious. I saw him several times repeating his rudeness inside that diner and yet I didn't hear him.

"I have to meet with the show's director today. Besides, it's not appropriate for us to hang out together given our relationship." Reading this message, Victor anxiously chomped on more mint gum. What's not appropriate? The just-woken man lay on his bed, staring glumly at his phone. His hair was a mess from sleep, with a cowlick sticking up in the middle, bobbing as he shook his head. Victor pouted, not knowing how to respond. He ended up sending a self-made meme. The meme was of himself, teary-eyed, with a caption saying "Okay" in a sad voice.

Snow Flashes of memories of a man and I making love to each other invaded my mind as Mr Wells trailed kisses on my neck and shoulders. It frightened me and sent a wave of shock through me. I wanted to breathe but I found it very difficult to do so. There was no air for me to inhale into my lungs. So I instinctly pushed Mr Wells away from me to have my space.

Mother… “What do you want!?” I watched as the man strode forward, and in a split jarring second, he slapped her in the cheeks. “You think you could escape me?” Mother kicked the man's knees, but to her dismay, he didn't flinch. He was consumed by rage and dangerously close to causing her harm. Filled with anger towards this man, whoever he was, I instinctively reached out to help her. However, my hand passed through them, and the realization hit me that this was a flashback from my mother's memories. The man's hands were sizable, and as he went to slap her again, my mother jerked backward, her cheeks reddened and eyes watery. A surge of spite coursed through me. She hissed in pain, and I cou

A construction. 🌙 The First Glitch Suddenly— A memory appeared inside his mind. 🌙 His seventh birthday. A chocolate cake. His mother smiling. Ayesha laughing. Candles glowing. 🎂 A normal memory. A happy memory. ❤️ Then something strange happened. The memory paused. Like a broken video. 📼 The people stopped moving. The flames froze. The smiles disappeared. 💀 And for one horrifying second… Every person in the memory turned toward him.