Unsent Messages Novels & Stories

“Val, I got injured a few days ago and was in the hospital. I couldn’t contact you. Are you upset with me?” As he released his finger to send it, the phone chimed twice in quick succession. He thought she had responded. Excited, he quickly picked up the phone to see what she had sent. But all he saw was a glaring red exclamation mark. A notification followed: [This contact no longer exists.] The sound earlier was merely the alert for an unsent message. Staring at that small yet piercing red icon, Dominic froze. He leaned forward and frantically typed countless messages, hitting send again and again.

Sasha could feel her mind failing her, “you didn’t send me a message to get a burger for you?” “Yes, and I was so happy when I received the one you got for me.” “Are you sure Janet? What if you forgot that you sent it to me?” “Sasha, I may be busy yesterday but I didn’t send you any message but if it will make you feel better, I will check my inbox,” they heard nothing from her side for a while and then, “nope, there is no message here. I didn’t send any message.” “Oh my God,” Sasha covered her mouth with her hand, looking up at Michael who was looking at her with disappointment.

It felt like I was the only one existing, I couldn’t see or hear anything. How do I tell this user that it wasn’t my fault? That I never intend to ditch the rounds just how? There was only one way and deciding on it, I found my fingers fumbling on my keyboard. I sent him several messages begging him not to harm any of my loved ones but none pulled through. It kept saying ‘Unable to send SMS’ Great, isn’t it? Just great!!

April XX, 20XX SUBJECT: Still sending you messages, even if I know you'll never read this Infinity Ramos (infinityramossantos@g***l.com) to Paolo Elroy Santos (PaoloElroySantos@g***l.com) Mahal,

I hadn't actually texted Devin. Breathing out, I handed his phone over to him. “I can explain.” He nodded at me. “I was texting back--Unsent the message cause I thought it was long and then retyping it I got distracted.” He squinted, shaking his head at me. “You unsent a message cause it was long.” I narrowed my eyes. “Mmm. I'm sorry.” “And you never thought to check again since you didn't get a reply.” I laughed. “Guess I was carried away with a lot of things. And by the way, I was mad you hadn't text back.”

My phone chimes and tears slip from my eyes, reading the notification. ‘From: Mail Delivery Subsystem at 11:56 PM (0 minutes ago) To : Riley Address not found. Your message was not delivered to Reed.West @ googlemail .com because the address couldn’t be found, or is unable to receive mail.’ It’s not fair. I cannot be afraid my whole life. That’s no way to live. The door opens, and Mikolaj sits in the driving seat. He throws his jacket on the back seat. I observe him as he starts the car without saying a word.

He couldn't have been lying by sending me a text message. No one noticed my disappearance yet. So I had enough time to brood over my situation. I took one last look at my notification bar. Still nothing. After a while, I chose to check my mailbox. He was right. Dean was right. He did send me a message. I didn't read it. I knew that then how did it disappear from my unread messages? Amelia and Aiden didn't touch my phone for any reason. They were too busy running around the house. Which left me with two options. It was Either James or Justin.

"Backyard has blank spots that need to be corrected. There are existing cameras back there, but, well, they suck. These will cover the whole thing." "On it," I say. Brielle I sit behind my desk and turn on the little lamp that provides just enough light to properly see my keyboard and mouse. When I open my business email account, I see thirty-two new unread messages waiting for me. Sighing, I scroll to the bottom and start with the oldest one first. Several of them are those annoying junk messages that always seem to outsmart my spam filter. Those hit the trash bin immediately. Several others are new possible clients reaching out, and most of them are worded very similarly - I got your name

I muttered to myself, looking around at the vacant field. I pulled my phone out of my pocket, unlocked the screen, and quickly typed out a message to the group chat: > HEY EVERYONE, WHERE IS REHEARSAL TODAY? I’M OUT ON THE FIELD RIGHT NOW AND I’M NOT SEEING A SINGLE PERSON. > I hit send and watched the message status change to delivered. Minutes ticked by, and absolutely nobody on the team said a single thing. The entire conversation thread remained completely dead. Frustrated, I manually tagged SyrenDdamsel in a follow-up text, knowing she was the primary group administrator. I waited around for another long moment, but there was still no response. It was as if the entire group chat had sud

Even if it were to somehow make it to unwanted parties, the sender and the receiver were untraceable. Who or how many people sent or read the messages could never be determined. I sipped my whiskey, and my stomach growled. Fuck! I haven’t eaten today. As I stood up to get something from the kitchen, my phone buzzed – my regular phone. I checked the time. 5:07 p.m. I checked the message. I almost closed my eyes. But I was calm now. My mind was clear. Without staring too long, I sent a single-word reply