Chatter Novels & Stories

Antonio nodded, his lips conformed into an even thinner line as he drummed with his finger on the table. “So. Tell me more about yourself.” He asked, his eyes never leaving his. Alessandro’s face lit up in excitement. “I'm a software developer, specialising in machine language. I've worked on pretty cool projects and I love solving complex issues and creating solutions. It's great to finally meet you again, Antonio. I've heard quite a lot about you.” Antonio watched as he playfully touched his arm, his fingers brushing against his sleeve. Antonio didn't pull away. He managed a small smile that didn't reach his eyes.

Sometimes, nearly the entire lower half of her body was in the frame. Although her face was obscured in every photo, I knew her too well. I could recognize her figure, her lines, and the mole on her lower back even with my eyes closed. Below the posts, the comments from the group chat members were relentless and crude. "Baby, can I meet you tonight?" "I haven't been able to forget that sexy waist of yours for three days." "Send a voice message. I want to hear your voice." "Damn, you're perfect! This is exciting."

​I began to tap against the glass. It wasn't random; it was a rhythmic pattern, a code we had used during our time in the forest to communicate during silent hunts. Two taps, a pause, three taps, a double-strike. Look at the uplink, Julian. Look at the data flow. ​Julian’s gaze shifted from the screen to the wall, then back to the floor. He understood. ​"She is a simulation," Julian muttered, his voice barely audible, yet amplified by the room’s sensors. "A manufactured narrative."

This was the specific quality of attention that a school gave to something it had collectively decided was entertaining, and as Ava moved through the hall toward the backstage area where the cheer squad was warming up, she counted no fewer than eight separate conversations that stopped or shifted as she passed. Mia was already backstage, and she had the expression she wore when she had information she had been waiting to deliver. "The group chat," she said, before Ava had put her bag down. "I saw it this morning." "There's been more since then." Ava looked at her. "How much more." Mia held up her phone.

I picked the phone up without even looking at the screen to see who was calling. "Please stop calling my damn phone." I said, thinking it was Micheal. "Well damn. What the hell i did to you" asked Kita sounding all hurt. "Girl, I thought you was Micheal cheating ass. He won't stop calling my phone. I can't even get no sleep" Kita paused for a minute, being all dramatic. "Well duh Guh. That's why they invented putting your phone on silent. To silence any unwanted attention." We burst out laughing. Because I never even thought about putting the phone on silent. That is why I love my girls They could bring me out of any dark mood.

The message preview contained only three words. We need to talk.

"Um... Um" I stuttered speechlessly Noticing my inconvenience, she speak up "Anyways that's a talk for another day but first, sorry but I have to do this" she said and before I could say do what, I heard her voice again "Hey, Alex" that's my naughty friend talking to my teacher and she called him Alex, she'll never get away with that without a detention Wait, detention, she's trying to get a detention because I did, As sweet as that sounds, it's equally crazy

My throat is totally clenched up right now. “Have you read Much Ado About Nothing?” “Shakespeare? Yeah, it’s a romantic comedy.” “Awesome! Look, we could really use a good summary before class starts, you wouldn’t mind would you?” She looks down at the books she’s holding and slowly puts them down on the desk beside me. Slowly, and nervously, she pulls the seat out next to me and sits down. I’m not sure I’ll even be able to hear a word she says. I’m too caught up with her face, her skin is flawless, and her eyes aren’t really brown, but more like bright ember. Absolutely mesmerizing. “Thanks so much, Cecilia. I’m Axel. And you know Chase, right?” This was my moment to say ‘hi’, but nothing c

In this desolate area, the sacred forest, poisonous water, people do not have to worry about setting a password for fatigue. Dean turned on the wifi, the “ting ting” of the message endlessly, thrown into a quiet space. Dean reached out and turned off the volume. A few minutes passed, the phone screen was still bright, even though he put it on mode for ten seconds, it would turn itself off. Dean thought he should sit at the desk to handle the work but the mosquitoes in the mountains cannot be despised, each one is as big as a grasshopper. Competing with guerrillas, stinging quickly to make him itchy the whole body, unable to concentrate on work.