Weird Chat Novels & Stories

I felt the falling temperature as well and noticed that there must something terrible happened, so I said to her: "Well, Miss Isabella, if it's hard to say you could just ignore me will be alright." Isabella, who had been silent at first, suddenly interrupted me, then changed back to her sloppy appearance at the beginning and said: "Weirdness is the result of the unwillingness of people after death, the spiritual wisdom born after a hundred years of immortality, and the rumours spread by word of mouth. In the final analysis, weirdness is the existence of hatred and resentment, do you understand, little cutie."

Birds were squawking and chittering, insects were buzzing and chirping. The feint sound of keys tapping could be heard. Sitting under a lone large umbrella, sprawled out on large blanket was a man with short brown hair wearing what seems to be a perfectly white robe. In front of him is a small laptop that he is busily typing away on. On the screen is a message window with scrolling text. On closer inspection it is a chat room. At the top of the screen in the center, the name of the room is displayed. "Cupid's Love Connection"

I try to mindlink Joel, but nothing happens. "Are you able to mindlink your wolf or Anton?" I ask Petra. "No. It feels like I can't do anything. Why would someone take us?" She sounds like she's close to tears. I want to cry, too, but we have to get out of here. If only I could see. "I'm glad to see you're both awake. Welcome to your temporary home." The voice sounds like gravel and sends a chill down my spine. "Where are we, and who are you?" I ask.

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.]

' Cecelia sent a celebratory emoji. 'Cece, can we really freeload here?' Lillian asked curiously. 'Of course! The sucker already paid the deposit.' 'Cece, you're amazing!' 'I love this group name.' 'Wow, we should've met sooner.' Isabel texted and followed with a "wish we'd known each other earlier" GIF. 'From now on, we'll be one big happy family!' Leonard chimed in as well. I stared at those glaring lines of text, forcing down the nausea churning in my stomach, and quickly pulled out my phone to record the entire chat history.

Then a few texts from Marceline and Rachel. And then an easy to miss message from an unfamiliar contact that had become all too familiar to me. I clicked on the chat room without blinking. The few characters coming to light. [Let's Meet.]

One thing he learned about being famous online is that it’s easy to disregard people, they won’t bug you if you don’t let them. The developer on the screen continued, “Private chats are classified into three tabs: Requests, Chatmates, and Blocked. Requests are those you’ve never replied to, Chatmates are those you’ve replied to, and Blocked are those you would never want to reply to again. Right girls?” The women inside the mall cheered loud this time.

*evils laughs* as you can tell there might be tea brewing in the next one. Your thoughts? Like, comment and follow. xoxo.

I asked her, furrowing my eyebrows. “I heard your conversation with Liam. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop or anything.” She replied slowly, her voice was smooth on every syllable. Shit! Did she hear me talking to myself? She probably thinks I’m weird. “You know, I also talk to myself once in a while. I have this tiny voice that actually resonates with me quite well.” She said to my surprise. Finally, someone that matches my level of weirdness. “Really?” “Yes. And sometimes, I’d rather talk to it than talk to people. One of the reasons I don’t have friends. I feel like the best person that can give me advice and understand me is…me.”

But hey, if you all believe in their love, that's cool too. TEVIEForever: OMG we need more mods here! All kinds of trolls rolling in UnoCuchono6: Look at them cowering now…she thought she could destroy their love with that pathetic attempt I closed the chatroom, feeling a mixture of frustration and sadness. It was disheartening to see how deeply entrenched the belief in our imaginary romance had become. Their passion wasn’t as unsettling as Linda’s had been, but it was a parasocial nightmare nonetheless.