Random Chats Novels & Stories

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.

Then my phone screen lit up with my best friend's name on top of the notifications panel. Gaia just sent me two texts. 2 New Chats from: Gaia - New "Is this a joke?" Today 21:51 "What the total fuckery is this? U owe him almost 100k?!" Today 21:51 ◇

I suspected that it was much more suitable. Within our crew, we had this specialized group chat in a popular chatting application that made conversations between all of us much easier. The group chat consisted of all eleven of us. It was our go-to spot for chatting, where we tossed around ideas, made plans, and sorted things out. . Sometimes, some of the gang would go off-topic and start goofing around in the chat. Memes, weird internet finds, playful banter—you name it. It was all about bonding and being silly together. I find it all amusing, but I was trying to be the quiet person in the group so I usually read the chats in silence. It was just like watching from the sidelines, but it was

My phone rings, jarring me out of my post-dream paralysis. It’s ringing loud, shrill, and demanding. The screen flashes a photo of us from college—drunk, messy hair, holding red solo cups. Incoming Call: Lena I stare at it. I haven't spoken to a real human being in... god, three days? Unless you count the checkout guy at the grocery store, and that was mostly just me vibrating in terror. I clear my throat, trying to shake off the lingering phantom sensation of the server room dream. "Hello?"

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—

It was a message from my best friend. Lena: "Hey, are you okay? You went radio silent. Wanna grab a coffee and chat?" I sighed, realizing I couldn’t avoid my her forever. She was worried about me, and I needed someone to talk to. I quickly typed a reply. Me: "Hey, sorry for the silence. It's been a crazy week. Coffee sounds good. How about tomorrow after work?" Me: "Sounds perfect. See you then!" The next day, I met Lena at our favourite coffee shop. The place was cosy, filled with the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the soft hum of conversations. We found a corner table, away from the crowd. Lena wasted no time getting to the point.

There was a search button at the top and he clicked on it then inputted the id, it brought out an icon only, he tapped on the icon and the website entered a chat interface. A ghost appeared at the bottom of the screen in the chat interface floating up and down amd Asher figured it was the icon indicating if the other party was typing or not. He was right because a text entered few seconds later, the username of the sender was redsun, the message read; ‘Hello dear curious reader, we’re glad you made it this far. Something popped up asking Asher to pick a designated nickname before he could reply the message. He thought about it for a while, then picked The will of Aura, aura was almost litera

She tried another website—one of those reverse phone lookup services that usually dug up embarrassing details about people’s addresses and relatives. The loading symbol spun for a few seconds. Then the page refreshed. No match found. Arielle frowned harder now. She tried a third website. Then a fourth. Still nothing. The silence of the apartment suddenly felt heavier. Her fingers hovered above the keyboard. “Who are you?” she whispered again. As if the universe had been waiting for that exact moment, her phone vibrated against the coffee table. The sound made her jump. Her heart slammed painfully against her ribs. Slowly—very slowly—she picked up the phone.

I started scrolling through a travel app, frantically looking for a cheap, sketchy motel nearby—anything that cost under fifty dollars a night and had a working lock on the door. Right then, a bright purple notification banner flashed across my screen from my encrypted chat app. 𝘚𝘪𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘬: 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨?

So, what do you all want me to do for you today? As I waited for their responses, I noticed a familiar username pop up in the chat. User101, he joined the chat! My heart skipped a beat, and I couldn't help but give a special shoutout. "Hey, User101! So glad you could join us today!" He said nothing, but I was glad he/she was here, though Pigsty wasn't. True. Where was Pigsty anyways? DawnHarper: "User101 is here! It's a party now!"