Texting Story Novels & Stories

When Tammy received the text from Solomon, she was eating at home and watching a drama series with her friends. She froze when she saw the incoming text, then quickly turned off the screen and went back to eating. "Who texted you?" her friend asked. Tammy smiled. "No one. Just a New Year's Eve greeting from my phone carrier." Friend number one blinked. Friend number two tilted her head. Which service provider would send greetings through a messaging app? Seeing that she did not want to say anything, they started teasing her.

Jax: It doesn’t feel real. And just like that, a door cracked open. A cautious, careful crack. We started texting. Not often. Once a week, maybe. He never pressed. Never asked for anything. He’d tell me about practice being hell. I’d complain about a biochem exam. He’d send a blurry pictures of himself. I’d send a picture of Orhan’s latest, inedible cooking attempt. It was normal. He never crossed the line. It was just contact. A thread, thin but strong, tying our worlds together.

I met Black Crimson in person, and it changed my life. Article or no article, I had to tell this story. It was brewing and bubbling inside me, and as I kept typing, the words kept coming, and it felt really good. It didn’t matter that no one was ever going to read it. This was what I loved to do. And it felt as if I couldn’t move on to find another dream to pursue until I did it. So I continued. I was about halfway through the piece by the time I got off work, and I felt so good about what I’d written that I immediately texted Brick as I walked to my car.

She muttered to herself. Just then, she heard a beep on her phone. She took it out and it saw that it was a text message from her Dad. She opened it and read; ''Amelia darling, Good morning. Your Mom told me that she already dropped you off at your new school. I hope you're good. Enjoy your first day at school. Love you.'' She smiled and was about to text back when she mistakenly bumped into someone. "Oh, I am so sorry, I didn't see you there.'' She said,

she asks. Hell if I know. There’s so much I want to say. So much I need to say. But I have no idea how to start. How do you tell someone over text that you still love them? That you want them back? That you’re ready to try again because you still need them? I grab a second mug, drop in a sleepytime tea bag, and pour the water. I pass the mug to Andie and hand her the honey while I drink mine straight. “I never thought I’d be agonizing over how to write a text to someone again,” I mutter with a bitter laugh.

I sighed deeply and reached for my cell phone. As I opened I*******m to message Alpha Xavier, a recent post of his caught my eye on my news feed. It mirrored the content I had just witnessed on television. Showing my support, I liked the post and proceeded to send him a message. "Hey, handsome. Busy day?" I texted, eagerly awaiting his response, which didn't arrive. I understood that he was likely occupied with the announcements, so I decided to cut to the chase.

I seriously can't stop smiling, something good is finally happening for me and I have no one to tell. Picking up my phone as I lay on my back I open my texts with Damien, even though we haven't spoken all week and he was only at school for 2 days I have to tell him, right? This is his win too he helped just as much. Deciding to text him I send a simple 'Hey' no one can ignore a simple hey, no matter who's mad at who.

“I told you, I won’t force you.” “But we must, I mean we can’t fake the-” “We’ll mark each other. It'll be enough to sustain our story. I know how you feel about it, but the mark will fade away eventually. We'll renew it once in a while.” By the end of this talk, he was only in his underwear. A small whimper escaped my mouth causing me to slap a hand over it. His laugh filled the room. Despite the turmoil of emotions that were ravaging my mind, I couldn’t deny the fact that his body was nothing less than perfect.

I lie down in bed, pick up my phone, and open I*******m. Mia just uploaded a new story of her partying at Rose Black nightclub. "Mia, he took all my money," I text my best friend. "Stop being so down, dude. Come hang out with us," Mia replies as fast as I can expect. Tears keep flowing as I type. My hand shakes as I curl up in a blanket like a sushi roll. "How are you texting so fast while dancing?" I send back. "I’m actually outside your house. Come down here."

destiny? Teeet..Teeet.. A message, came in into my phone. I'd be a little late than our agreed time, ok? - It was my friend Sir Dan who was texting. . No problem. So long as you are sure he will bring me home later. Haha - I texted back. Yes, he will.