Talkative Novels & Stories

Impatiently waiting for my response. *****

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Touché! Spokesperson for the whole nation moi! Yes me! If there should be a thing someday such as the talking contest? am sure, I'd be the only winner they'd ever get in seasons. Unlike kea, am a willing sharer too. I tell her of all my escapades or better yet sexcapades which makes her somehow uncomfortable but she pretends not to be bothered and endure the topic abstractedly. Maybe, she just needed some sound to help her escape her silent pity party within or didn't want me to feel bad therefore allows me blabber away.

"We need to talk." #

People tried to talk me into meeting her, said I should hear her out, clear the air. I'd already been clear. Once she crossed that line, I was gone. I pushed the mess out of my head and looked out at the lake. Annoyed, I flicked a stone into the water and watched the ripples spread. "You look unhappy. If you don't mind, you can talk to me about it." The clear, spring-soft voice at my ear made me freeze. I turned.

“I don’t even talk that much." “Oh, you talk that much. You talk that much and more. The amount of talking you do in a day is enough for more than 3 people in a year." “Please,” Anderson said with a good-natured smile. “If there was a competition for talking, you wouldn’t stop talking long enough for them to announce you as the winner,” I teased in between laughs. “Oh, calm down,” Anderson said in ire of me, nearly choking on his drink. “At least I don’t deny that I talk too much like you deny your attraction to your wife.”

“Are you always this talkative?” “Yes. Most of the time, I am. Is it bothering you?” He said as he played with the straw in his drink. Kita replied to his question. “No. I'm quiet when I don't know a person very well, and I'm quiet also because I talk constantly at work.” Smiling at her, he said. “I'm just trying to be your friend. I don't know anyone here, and you were one of the first people to be nice to me. I think we should, at least, be friends. What do you think?”

It freshens your mind and makes you forget about the fatigue. Talking to Chert was quite enjoyable; he wasn't the type to tell jokes just to entertain you. He asked questions and shared stories that were interesting in their own right. You could learn a lot from him since he shared trivia and facts that would genuinely amaze you. I guess he’s smart.

"You'll know sooner or later" I narrowed my eyes. "Or maybe they just think you are weird" He smirked, turning around."We are here" he announced. "We are?" "If you weren't much of a talkative, you would have noticed." "Hey" I snapped. "Me talking to you doesn't make me a talkative and you fucking responded, so if I am talkative, you equally are" "No one has ever made me say a lot of words before" "Great, when am I getting my award?"