Talkative Novels & Stories

Thank you for reading and chatting with me. Love - Tatiana H

kumbinse ni Ate Toyang. "Magpapaalam ako," saad niya para tumahimik na ang kausap. Pumalakpak ito sa sobrang tuwa. "Masaya 'to!" saad nito sa kabilang linya na parang may mangyayaring maganda.

Why? I am awkward. I talk way too much, and those are both qualities that don’t make for good TV. I’d either spill something that I shouldn’t, literally or figuratively, because my glass of water is so dangerously close to my leg that I can’t keep still for the life of me. Or I’ll say something that I’m not supposed to say, spilling the tea, so to speak. Cas’ PR guy had coached us to avoid certain topics, and my mind is empty as to what those topics were.

Lemme define it like a dictionary would: Chatyness/tßæti:nǝs/ is the feeling of shyness/timidity or desperation(to continue a conversation) while chatting on a social media or messaging platform; which usually results in one deleting what one has typed or saying something absurd. When I realised that I won't reach the number of chapters I intended to. I called out to Eric, the boy from the "Science group" who asked me during the outing night to review his work, "Battle of Wits: War Against Bullies". I asked him for permission to publish his prologue(which was the part I reviewed for him) and he happily granted that to me. So, here goes nothing:

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Maybe it was the loud snoring from the old man in the next bed or just his own restless mind, but Jedediah felt an urgent need to talk to someone. Without thinking, he opened the chat with me. He typed cautiously: [Are you there?] A second later, a red dot appeared, followed by the prompt: [You haven't added her as a friend yet.] Jedediah clenched his phone, while I looked at Georgia's latest post, bursting into laughter. The caption read: [Refuse to be an emotional trash can.] I liked her post, and she started a chat with me. Gigi: [Ugh, I'm losing interest in my crush.]

V7" Don't be like that! They are trying their best! You should work more on your creation skill if you want them to be able to speak properly!" V1" V1's Products, only good for one thing. It's either thinking or speaking." ______________________________________________

"Do you mean that we all talk about pointless stuff, based on what you said?" "Everyone doesn't, but you do. A lot." "You just made fun of me twice. Do I talk too much? Do I speak a lot? Why do you think I talk so much? I was never a big talker. Like you, I speak the truth about what is required and what matters to people. When did you notice that I spoke a lot? What will you say about my buddies if you call me a talkative person? They talk a lot more than me."

When it came— B: you’re drunk. A small, quiet laugh slipped out of my lips. I answered at once. Me: maybeee Paused. Then— Me: but that doesn’t mean im lying I swallowed. Then leaned forward slightly, moving my fingers with more urgency now, sending them one at a time. Me: you’re… easy to talk to Me: you’re kind Me: you don’t push Me: you don’t make things hard I watched the typing bubble flicker again..Then—

Trust me to be dramatic. "Talk. Less. Less talk. Talkless. You don't know what talkless is? Seriously? Everyone knows. You know, right?" I pointed my finger at the guy with brown eyes beside him, who leaned back at my rapid pointing. "No. I don't actually," he replied nervously. I sighed. "Who talks? People. Those who talk, can talk, right? So talkless means those who can't talk. Simple," I explained as they looked at me as if I had grown another head.