Example Of Text Talk Novels & Stories

He buzzes straight into my ear. “So, who do you love?” “Hot.” He drawls, using his palm to push me against his bulge. I shuddered. “No one?” “Cold.” “Aiden…” “You know this…” “Is it a person?” He snorted. “Hot. Real hot.” “Yourself?” “Red hot.” He whispers, but types you in the text box. That’s short for yourself? Right. He’s always speaking in the third person. The money was deposited into my account immediately. He tossed my phone on a table nearby.

I was walking home when my phone vibrated, so I took it out from my bag to see a text message from my best friend, Jane. (Cassandra~ Jane) Hey Hello babe. How're you today? I'm fine, you? I'm fine, a bit tired as usual. Guess what? What? I'll be back home in two weeks time!! Oh wow! thank goodness, i can't wait to see you. I've missed you sha!! Me too, I've missed... I couldn't finish typing my sentence because I suddenly bumped into a hard surface. "Ouch what was that" I screamed in pain. I know, I know. I shouldn't be texting while walking, but trust me this isn't the first time I'm bumping into a wall or a pole while doing that.

Once I’d placed an order over the phone for two dairy-free pizzas, Fern was back to exclaiming, “Omg, omg, omg!” “I think we broke her,” Bert joked in mock-alarm. “She’s not making any sense. Do you know if there’s a reboot button on this thing?” He mimed, trying to press the center of Fern’s head, then her nose, and provoking another series of giggles from her. Her excitement and my friend’s humor were infectious, and I joked, “You should be honored she’s using text speech. Most nights, she communicates in emojis.” I did my best array of silly faces, and both Fern and Bert were in stitches.

Was about to reply, when another text popped up. Unknown number 💬: Need me to remind your little ex why he never should’ve messed with my ice-tongued princess?

She winked at me as she spoke. “Sounds like fun. I will see if Nathan can go.” I pulled out my phone and sent a quick text to Nathan. I could have just sent a message via mind-l**k, but most of us communicated via phone for non-emergency issues. I liked it that way – there was something a bit strange about having someone in your head all the time.

One she hadn’t visited in a long time. Curiosity won. She checked the online list. Pressure. A smile tugged at her lips before she could stop it. She typed. ShyPus: Heyy, Pressure. The reply came fast. Pressure: Oh wow. Look who decided to text me. Chelle took another sip of brandy, eyes flicking back to the screen. ShyPus: Yeah, yeah. It’s me. Pressure: After our last convo? That one was weird as fuck. Her fingers paused. Then—

Ps: Mark will be by to get details about the camping trip. Mark I smiled, as I thought to myself. As I raised up, it's like it all click's, it was Mark's voice I heard. What do I do,tell Sam or talk to Mark? What do I do, I breathe. Start by texting Sam, then we can talk. I jump at Mark's voice. Mark! Yes. What are you doing here? We need to talk,but first text Sam back. Rilly: morning I'll have a good day thinking about you is one of my favorite things to do.

Type a message. I'm sorry about the grocery store. I didn't know you'd be there. I would never say anything to her. Your secret is safe. I send it before I can overthink it. Three dots appear immediately. I know. I'm sorry I ran. Seeing you with her, I panicked. She's beautiful. And sweet. You're doing a good job. I'm trying. It's hard. I can tell. A pause. Then: Can we talk? Really talk? Not texting.

Then I logged out. I went to I*******m.. I strangely didn't want this to end... texting her was fun.. and I had no idea how to tell her I want her numbers but indirectly. I didn't have the liver to say "I want your numbers.." I was too big of a chicken to do that... I sighed and slowly typed: "Unmm... hey Kathy, I... I*******m kinda sucks, so do you like have messenger or W******p where I can text you better than now..."

I paced back and forth in the main room for almost twenty minutes, biting my thumbnail, trying to figure out what I was going to say. In the end, I just decided to keep it simple. I’m okay, I texted back. Don’t worry, I’m fine. I just don’t want to talk right now. I pressed ‘Send.’ Within sixty seconds, the barrage started. Kaitlyn, PLEASE, you HAVE to talk to me! Where are you?! Just talk to me!