Comedy Texting Novels & Stories

I go online and check out their statuses, well they seem happy, really happy. I decide to be bold and send a text. - Hey guys. seen 18:15 Well its been about an hour and none of them have replied, I try again. - Y'all I'm sorry for leaving w/o telling you. Something came up and I had to leave. seen 19:35 - None of y'all really ain't gonna reply? - Hello???? - Aight cool. Ain't gonna beg none of y'all to listen. Nita: Was wondering when you were gonna be the bitch you is.

Nothing baby ''i said walking seductively towards him'' But i can give you what you want ''i said licking my lips as i adjusted the pepper spray in my back pocket so he wouldn't see it Soo will you let me '' i drawed seductively'' Uhh...g..h ye..s. yo..u c..an ''he stuttered already pulling down his pants'' I opened his filthy boxer And before he knew it, i already pepper sprayed his d**k and his eyes I took to my heels as his loud screams echoed through the alley ''Hey don't look at me like that, i did say he'll cry'' That'll teach him never to mess with me again

An ambiguous text message? [How are you? I miss you.] This, this, this… This was Jenna’s cell phone. Someone actually sent her such a text message? “Who texted you?” A cold and deep voice sounded. Xavia hurriedly shook her head. “No, it’s nothing. Just a spam text message.” Xavia was not clear about the situation, so she felt that it would not be right for her to talk nonsense. Another text message popped up with a ‘ding’ as soon as her voice fell.

Her lips curved into a smile, her eyes forming crescents. Meanwhile, Dawn laid down on her bed and fiddled with her phone, following the prompts so she could use the Unlimited Texting service for five days. Just then, she received a text message that looked like it was sent to multiple recipients. It was a quote with the words, goodnight and sweet dreams, at the end. Then another message came, which was sent to her and Valerie. [Valerie: Guys, are we meeting up tomorrow?] [Me: Sure.. in the afternoon.]

I miss you so much more than my fat ass I looked at the composed text and giggled Two minutes are gone and he's yet to text back. I checked his active status on W******p and he seems to be online. I texted again. Me: Hello? okay yo! You can choose to ignore me, but I wish that girl slips and falls from your stairs, she's going to lose her front teeth, and then you will come to me pleading… I need attention motherfucker! Did I just send that? Well, a little flirting wouldn't hurt, right?

I quickly typed a response, my fingers tapping on the screen. "Why are you texting instead of telling me in person? Shouldn't you be here, celebrating with me?" Almost immediately, my phone buzzed again, Cameron's reply appearing on the screen. "Sorry, baby girl. I had to leave town for work unexpectedly. But I'll be back first thing in the morning. Don't miss me too much." I chuckled at his playful comment and typed back, "You wish," accompanied by a smirk emoji. His response came swiftly, a funny emoji making me laugh out loud.

I went into my archived messages and started texting. “Hey Roy” I texted, “Hey Emma” he replied. Roy was someone I met just a few weeks ago in one of the parties I was invited to and since then, we have been getting close. “What are you doing tonight?” I texted. “Nothing, just gonna N*****x and chill I guess?” he replied. Then I smiled into my screen as if he could see my face right through his phone. “Can I come?” I replied. And as though he expected this message,

Try again. _*]:min-w-0"> My phone buzzed with a text from Juliana: Tonight? We need to talk about logistics. _*]:min-w-0"> I typed back: Greenhouse at midnight. _*]:min-w-0"> "See, that," Mercutio pointed at my phone. "That smile you get whenever she texts. It's disgusting and adorable and definitely not about homework." _*]:min-w-0"> "Drop it." _*]:min-w-0">

On the seventh year after the breakup, I receive a package from Clarence Fraser. All 44 pounds of said package consist of the stacks of chat history I have with him in the past. Soon, Clarence's text appears on my phone screen. "Wanna meet up? I'd like to tell you something." I pause momentarily before responding with a "1". That number signifies rejection. Then, I turn my phone off. After wiping my sweat off with a towel, I pick up another crate of fruits and continue promoting them to the customers loudly, as though nothing has happened. It's been so many years, and I don't know why Clarence decides to text me all of a sudden. Similarly, he doesn't know that I've already become so

’ I found myself thinking. “What do you want, stranger?” I texted back. “How’s my celebrity doing?” he typed, adding a grinning emoji. I smiled at the emoji but sent an angry face. “I’m kinda good,” I added, sending a sad face emoji. “ Oh no…red alert!.. I’m coming to pick you up…get ready!” He replied immediately. “I’m okay Drew.” I texted. No reply. “Drew?” Again, no reply. He hadn’t even read them.