Talk To Strangers Online Novels & Stories

She was slightly confused when he suddenly froze in place and locked his eyes on her. Could it be that her smile was that creepy? She winced at the thought before hearing him chortle out of the blue. "Because we're strangers," he said, making her head tilt to the side. "We're strangers with no connection; no relation; no history-we have nothing and got nothing to do with each other," he gave her a quick smile before gazing back at the sunset. "There are things we can't tell the people we care for because we don't want them to worry. We don't want to be a burden. And that's the reason why opening up to a stranger is sometimes easier-you can just spit out everything you wanted to say without f

It was a message from my online friend, Gigi. Gigi: [The other day, you mentioned seeing a psychologist who suggested you find a boyfriend; maybe it would help with your emotional excess. How's that going?] I thought for a moment, then typed my reply: [I had someone in mind, but now I've decided to change that. What about you? Didn't you say you added your crush on WhatsApp? How's the conversation going?] Gigi was a little troubled. [It's just okay. After adding him, I didn't feel like talking much. I still enjoy chatting with you more.]

I sat in silence. Suddenly, my phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number from my hometown area code. I hesitated for a moment before pressing answer. A heavy silence hung on the other end of the line for a few seconds before Mom's voice finally came through. "Eileen…" I didn't say a word. She broke down, sobbing uncontrollably. "Eileen, I was wrong. Cody's been arrested, Lexie ran off, and the neighbors won't stop whispering about me. I really realize my mistakes now. Eileen, please, come home and see me. You're all I have left…"

I wonder if he felt it. "No big deal." I guess he didn't. I give him a meek smile before moving up the aisle. I want to wait for him, continue talking to him, when I realize I don't even know his name and he never asked mine. I'm such a daft cow. Bloody hell. Here I am thinking there's some beautiful connection to this stranger I met by happenstance on a plane, when in actuality, he was just being nice, effectively making the time fly by.

However, when she turned to face me, she always had a sweet and friendly expression. Sometimes it feels good to share your thoughts and worries with a stranger, knowing they won't judge you based on who you are. I do this sometimes online through Telegram; I just open the bot and find someone to talk to. But Astrella isn't a stranger anymore; even though we just met, I can tell she's kind-hearted from what I've observed. I have friends, but it’s not the same as confiding in a stranger.

"Okay, don’t be scared to share it to me,'' I said, attempting to comfort him. He seems to be hiding something heavy with the way his eyes droop in sadness. "Sometimes, all you need is someone who can listen to you. You know, I recently learned that it's better to open up with a stranger. They don't know the whole story and they won't judge you.” I continued. “And I promise that I won't share it with everyone."

I sit across from him, not right next to him yet. Just close enough. There’s a pause. “I like the group,” I say. He watches me. “They made a group chat,” I add. “Outside the meetings.” He leans back slightly. “That’s good.” “I think so,” I say. “It’s… easier. Saying things there.” He nods and just lets me talk. “I thought it would feel weird,” I continue. “Talking to strangers about… everything.” “But it's not,” he says “No,” I admit. “It’s not”

He said as a matter of fact. "Sometimes it’s better to say. They say it’s better to say it to strangers, because they won’t judge you. And beside i am a consultant too. So you can freely talk to me". He wanted Louis to let it out. May be this way it would be easy for him to bear every pain.

He had a point he’d like to make eventually, but this clearly wasn’t the time. “Okay. You’re right, that might happen. It might not be as bad as you think, but it should be your choice when you tell people. But I’m worried about you feeling so alone when we know you aren’t. How about meeting with some kids online? You could use a screen name for chats, and see how it goes. If you think you’d like to go a little further, you could use the cameras for a video chat or something.” “What if someone found out?”

he asked, his concern was evident in his voice. I shook my head as an answer to his question. He stopped panicking before he took a deep breath. "If that's the case, why are you crying?" he asked, the worry in his voice was obvious. And because of those questions, I burst into tears before saying the reason why I am crying. I told him every detail of why I feel this way. I didn't hide anything, I told him everything. And I don't know why, but I really breathed a sigh of relief because of that. Maybe the saying is true, that it's better to talk to a stranger about your problems than someone you know. With a stranger, you can express everything that's bothering you in life because they will su