Example Of Text Talk Novels & Stories

I guess we’re having that talk. 'Do you remember what you told me? That I could talk to you about last night when I was ready?' I hold my breath, waiting for his response. 'Yeah, I remember.' 'I’m ready now.' I text back, my fingers shaking just a little. 'Okay, should I call you?' I quickly shake my head as I type a response. 'No, only on text.' I tap send. There’s a pause before he responds. 'Okay, I’m here.'

Frustration clawed at her as she impatiently fidgeted with her fingers before resorting to text messages. Texts: “Michey, where are you? I’m back home…” “Are you coming with me???” “I know it's a last-minute change, that's why I need to talk…” “Where’s everyone???” “Micheeyyyy… Mike… Micheeeyyyy…” “Okayyyy byeee… I’m not talking to you…”

he throws a small phone beside me, I study the phone and say, "This isn't a phone," "Yes, it's not. It's like a Walkie-talkie but in a texting version of a Walkie-talkie. I am the only one that is able to text. All you've to do is read the text and do what I need you to do," this guy's crazy, "Can you go now? I need to rest. It's 2 in the morning," I say. I am glad Jack didn't spend the night in my room today or this jerk would barge in and expose my lie to my own best friend.

I really needed someone to talk but I didn't have the guts. Alexa : " Hi it's Alexa , I just want to .... " With my lip bitten hard in my teeth , l decided to text him . " Shit , sorry l hope l didn't wake you up" " Hi , it's okay am also still awake " His text came back quickly .

I grabbed my phone and sent him a text message: "Hey, are you still there? Can you come up to my room? I need to talk to you." I waited for his reply, feeling butterflies in my stomach. A few seconds later, I heard a beep and saw his message: "Sure, I'm still here. What's up? Is everything okay?" I typed back: "Yes, everything is okay. Better than okay. Just come up, please." I hit send and put my phone down. I walked back to the bed and sat down, waiting for him to arrive. I rehearsed what I was going to say in my mind, hoping that it would come out right.

But, like a dud, Ecto just scrunched his forehead, pressed the index and middle finger of his left hand to his temple and pointed his right index finger to the screen and Kate’s general direction. [Pi pi pi pi pi… There, you are all charged] [Is that it?] [Oh, it appears you need more. Wait. Pi pi pi pi pi!] Kate sighed. [Pi pi. What does that even mean?] [Oh, I am sorry. It is quite challenging to text the sound of my transmitting energy to you] [I see] [Perhaps if you enabled speaker mode, it would be easier for me and more aesthetically pleasing for you] [U got speaker mode?]

Funny how our mind is working in sync and I feel a tiny tingling sensation in my stomach. “Tiring but I’m still good” I texted and he replied to me “so tired” “Okay, eat your launch already and take a rest” I texted him. “Then eat your launch and rest for a bit” he replied. I am literally smiling wide right now because our conversation is fun to read. We do really texted the same content to each other. Is this what they call destiny? “We’re in sync” he texted me “Yeah, I have to go to work. See you later” I replied.

You’re easy to talk to. I stared at the message, thumb hovering. Guilt flickered—Killian was probably still in the pool house, waiting for me to come back from “groceries.” But Ethan’s text was harmless. Friendly. Sweet. I typed before I could overthink it. Me: Yeah, got home safe. Thanks for the ride. And for the groceries. You didn’t have to pay, but… thank you. Today was nice too. You’re pretty easy to talk to yourself. I hit send, then immediately regretted the emoji. Too flirty? Too much? I bit my lip, staring at the screen like it might bite back.

And then, she grabbed her phone from her drawer and began typing a brief, direct text message: WE NEED TO TALK. ASAP. And then, she hit 'Send'.

"Do you have any idea how hard it was to talk to him when he was with Felicity?" I did, although I wasn't sure what that had to do with Peyton-or me. "We had a code. If I wanted to talk to him, I had to send him a text. If he responded with a two, he couldn't talk-you know because 'no' has two words. Letters-two letters. And a three if the answer was yes. And you would be half-naked in a bathroom or have some girl pressed against a wall behind the building."