Unsent Novels & Stories

The last message is timestamped months ago. *I'm sorry. I know that doesn't mean anything. But I am.* I scroll up with trembling fingers. *Please talk to me* *Della, I never meant for this to happen* *It just—it happened and I'm so sorry* *I know you saw us. I know you hate me. You have every right to.* Higher still, until I find a message from me that I have no memory of sending. *Don't ever contact me again. You and Marcus deserve each other.*

It was a message notification and Lucien picked up the phone. His expression remained calm at first. Then his eyes darkened. Evans immediately noticed. "What is it?" he asked in concern. Lucien did not answer immediately. His gaze remained fixed on the screen. The message contained only one sentence. 'Let's meet at Cubano Suite by 1 p.m. today.' Lucien's jaw tightened. Evans slowly stood up and took the phone from him. He read the message. "Who sent it?" he asked, not understanding what the message was about. But Lucien's expression told him it was something serious.

Tried not to think about late nights, closed hotels, language barriers, or the fact that I was suddenly very aware of how far from home I was. Then my phone buzzed in my hand. The vibration was sharp and sudden, cutting through the quiet like a warning bell. Relief surged instinctively as I glanced down. Good, I thought. Information. Solutions. It evaporated instantly. We regret to inform you that due to unforeseen circumstances, your reservation has been cancelled. I stared at the screen. Then I read it again. And again. Like repetition might soften the words. Like maybe they would rearrange themselves into something less final.

] Jack: [Reply quickly! The messages were heartbreaking, giving me no chance to breathe. Finally, he wrote: [Fine, don't reply if you don't want to!] He then tagged me in the group chat. Jack: [Stop partying, @Ariana. Remember to take your morning-after pill (Doge emoji)] Lina immediately followed with a message. Lina: [I've wasted all these years abroad. I'm not even as open-minded as Ariana (Laughing while covering mouth emoji)]

The screen loaded slowly, the old operating system taking its time, and we sat in the quiet of my room and waited. The three saved numbers appeared first. Then the one sent a message to the contact D that I’d already read. Then the notification icon appeared. A new message. Received six minutes ago. From an unsaved number. I opened it. Four words. No greeting, no signature, no context. Gregory is in K. Pack. ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Maxine didn't get to finish cause Ella covered her mouth. We stopped playing when our professor came in. Hiding the bottle, we used for the game, and we just patiently waited for the lesson of the professor. I quickly checked my phone under the desk because it vibrated alerting me of a notification. And it was from F******k. Someone added me. Jacob Valdez sent you a friend request. Accept / Delete Hmmm Jacob Valdez? Who is this guy? Meh I should just check it later at home, who knows what my professor will do when I get caught using a phone at class.

*Your kind gesture warms my heart, really* he said and I giggled. *People have always said I am a good girl* I sent. We kept texting that I forgot that I am actually texting with airtime. I was disappointed when my text refused to send indicated that I no longer have airtime. "Damn" I cursed under my breath. I checked the time and it still remains an hour to closure I then decided to round up and go home.

She struggled to get up and tentatively requested, "The photo. C-Can you send me the photo?" “Alright. Where’s your smartphone?” Deirdre took out a phone. The woman was extremely disgusted in an instant. "What is it? A super-old phone? How am I supposed to send it to you via Bluetooth?" "Use MMS." Deirdre sniffled. "My phone can read MMS." The woman finally sent it impatiently, turned around, and left. Deirdre held the phone, feeling shivering, cold, and discouraged. It was as if she was poured with cold water.

Several times he asked Avis but never received the answer he wanted. “Give me Daisy’s address.” Dash held out his hand to Avis, testing Avis’s sincerity. "No, I can’t help you because I don’t know." Avis replied “What about social networks?” Dash continued to question. “We did not add our names on the friends’ list.” Dash was suspicious, Avis. So Dash had to search Daisy’s information on the internet. It’s not difficult to have whatever he needed. After then Dash started to send a lots of messages to Daisy. He thought Daisy would reply to him immediately but everything he sent was like a rock in the water. Although Daisy was usually online. It took him for several weeks. At the first time,

Tapping on the first notification, Snarlchat opens and I smile as I see his first message. Uriel: Hey werebear. Uriel: That was my stupid way of trying to make you remember me. Uriel: Why can’t I unsend messages here? Uriel: You would think Snarlchat would understand that sometimes, we need to texts. Uriel: Can I get my messages to disappear after I send them like the Snarls do? Uriel: Let me try again. Uriel: Hey! I was thinking about you. Uriel: LAME. That’s how that sounded. Let me try one more time.