Gartic Phone Prompt Novels & Stories

I even pray that his balls would be squished when he tries to get on with some chicks or he gets an STD. The pinging of my phone resonated through the elevator which made me realised I haven't move from the spot he left me, I groaned but took it out from my pocket. Cassandra’s name flashed across the screen. I snapped it open.In a playful tone, I mumbled out, “The number you are trying to dial is currently speaking to someone else”

“Thanks, man. The receptionist downstairs will give you an aftercare pack.” Telly plopped down from the studio bed, his eyes studying me as he approached. “We won’t be able to have that date if I can’t reach you, no?” he joked, pulling out his phone and handing it to me. “Give me your number.” “Sure.” I snuck a look at Gavin and his face was back to stone — but it could get harder. Telly’s phone was in my hands, the number keypad staring at me. I tapped the first number and it made no sound. Of course. Most people have their devices permanently silent.

I tried to call Davian multiple times after I got the text message but he didn't pick up the call. I sent a text to the number "I'll be leaving tomorrow by 8 am"

“Grab a water and use the bathroom if you need to.” “I’m going to check my phone. I’ll be right outside.” I headed toward the front door. I listened to the voicemail and couldn’t stop jumping up and down on my toes as I listened to the message. I quickly called the number back and identified myself. “One moment, Miss Hollis,” a woman said, placing me on hold. A few seconds later, I heard a male voice. “Hailey, this is Gabriel Sangor. I’m glad you called me back.”

She said for the bodyguard to bring out his phone. She collects it dialing her mother's number while she cries. At the McCollum mansion, Gerald smiled at his wife who was preparing for bed, the heated moment still lingers in his head making him chuckle. “Why are still smiling?” Martha asked rubbing her hands and her neck when her phone began to ring. “Who’s this?” She asked looking at the unknown number. “Who’s that?” Gerald asked Martha who shrugged her shoulder. “ pick it up and put it on the loudspeaker,” he said for Martha to slide the green button and pick up the call then put it on the loudspeaker.

CARTER I’m glaring at my phone on the island top like it’s going to magically make the person I’m calling answer faster. Newsflash; it doesn’t. I reach voicemail. A-fucking-gain. I’ve heard this fucker’s greeting so much in the past twenty-four hours that I’ve already memorized it--not voluntarily--and it’s beginning to grate on my fucking nerves.

The two men concentrated on their food, even though they did not really have an appetite. Finally, Mr. Carter looked up at Austin, who looked up at him at the same time. Mr. Carter brought out his phone and handed it to Austin. “Kindly find Gina’s number for me. I’m afraid my sight is not what it used to be.” He said. Austin dutifully collected the phone and scrolled through the contact list for some seconds, until he found the number that Mr. Carter had requested, then he handed the phone back. Mr. Carter dialed the number, and it rang for a while without anyone answering. Just when the call would have ended, Gina picked up the phone, sounding very surprised as she spoke.

Before he can say anything my phone starts ringing. I pull out my mobile phone and look at the number, I don't recognise it so I toss my phone to Atlas to answer in case it's someone i don't want to talk to. Atlas nods and answers. “Hello, shit Luna, wait here he is” His eyes wide as he hands me the phone, I press the speaker so we can all hear it.

ᯓ★ Marcus chuckled awkwardly at Ginger’s reaction. “I assume that Carter didn’t tell you any of these, didn’t he?” Ginger groaned in frustration. “Sorry, got to go and call that moron,” she said and then dropped the call. She still memorized the number of her twin brother, Carter, which is why she didn’t need to check her phone contacts to get his number. Instead, he entered the phone number of her twin brother and waited for him to answer it.

I close the page, return back there again and retry, end up on nothing again. I spin it fifteen more times with no luck. It is either rigged or I just have no luck. Sighing, I drop the phone, hoping both of them are safe.