Chatter Novels & Stories

I flick through my diary until I get to the phone number disguised as a product order key and I dial the number. Ring, ring. I wait. Come on pick up, pick up. Ring, ring. “Hello,” the happy voice calls. An instant smile crosses my face. “Yo, Chris.” “Hey,” he calls excitedly. “Stace, man. Where you been, bro?” I laugh out loud. “Missing you, you ugly prick.” I swing my chair from side to side. It’s good to hear his voice. Chris was my best friend all through school, and even now as I live in an ulterior universe to him, he is still my best friend. He works for the United States Government and has contacts everywhere. A diplomat, no less.

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It was far too exposed for anyone to change without being seen. Kim's expression darkened. Jasmine froze. The live chat turned vicious. [That fucking bitch!] [Just jump out of the coffin and divorce her right now! Sue her until she has nothing left!] [He can't, you dumbass. He needs to secure her family's business first!] [I would've dropped this story ages ago if I didn't know she's going to crash and burn!] I looked up at Kim with an innocent expression. "I don't have the strength to make it to the changing room. I can't even sit straight. I think there's a chair behind the casket. Could you ask someone to move it and bring it to me?"

When I regained consciousness, I was standing in an entirely new world. A familiar male voice echoed beside me. “Thank you, Olivia. It’s thanks to you that we can continue our experiment. We admire your kindness, your forgiveness, and your calmness. We formally invite you to become an interdimensional traveler. As your reward, you will be able to travel across different worlds and live different lives. None of your emotions will ever be punished by the System.” The next second, a communication screen appeared in front of me, and I was successfully connected.

In return, her friends share their unique insights on literature and art, broadening Nana's horizons. They even form a small study group for English speaking practice. Laughing at each other's mistakes but also cheering every tiny progress, they make learning a fun and shared adventure. Through these interactions, Nana not only grows academically but also deepens her precious friendships. On weekends, Nana also loves to study with her friends. They often gather at the local library, a quiet haven filled with rows of books. Nana and her pals would sit around a big table, each immersed in their own textbooks but always ready to help one another.

Nix said, sighing deeply. To reassure him, I nuzzled my face into his hair. "I already promised to tell you, and even if I did go out without someone with me, we have the mate bond connecting us." I sent a sense of humor through the mate bond before mindlinking him, "In other words, if I yell your name, it means you need to get your butt over here right now." He mumbled a weak chuckle. "You have no idea how grateful I am that you are so easygoing. I know far too many fighters who would ignore my requests and most likely wouldn't let me know if they were in trouble until they were on the verge of death."

This wasn't a school. It felt like a daycare barely holding together. For a second, I thought about quitting too. Then the feeling passed—and I stayed. Under their nervous stares, I walked up to the board, grabbed a piece of chalk, and wrote my name. "My name is Glen Gardner. Glen works. Mr. Gardner works too. Glen means 'valley'—a place where people can live." I turned back to them. "Starting today, I'm your teacher. So—what's my name?"

I compose a message to send to the group chat, my fingers swiftly typing the words as I try to steady my thoughts. "Hey, everyone, I’m fine. I’m back at the museum in Millenium Park, looking at a painting that has captivated my mind. I just need some space right now. Everything has just happened at once, and I need time to think. Please don’t worry. I will get back to you soon."

Birds were squawking and chittering, insects were buzzing and chirping. The feint sound of keys tapping could be heard. Sitting under a lone large umbrella, sprawled out on large blanket was a man with short brown hair wearing what seems to be a perfectly white robe. In front of him is a small laptop that he is busily typing away on. On the screen is a message window with scrolling text. On closer inspection it is a chat room. At the top of the screen in the center, the name of the room is displayed. "Cupid's Love Connection"

' Cecelia sent a celebratory emoji. 'Cece, can we really freeload here?' Lillian asked curiously. 'Of course! The sucker already paid the deposit.' 'Cece, you're amazing!' 'I love this group name.' 'Wow, we should've met sooner.' Isabel texted and followed with a "wish we'd known each other earlier" GIF. 'From now on, we'll be one big happy family!' Leonard chimed in as well. I stared at those glaring lines of text, forcing down the nausea churning in my stomach, and quickly pulled out my phone to record the entire chat history.