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Talking with you is almost like talking to myself. We understand each other so completely. Almost as if we shaer a brain. That’s why you’re my soul mate, my best friend. Who needs a boyfriend when I have you.
By Beatrice Amaro URL on 06.09.2012
The chatted for hours.
By Josiah URL on 06.09.2012
The word is still chat? I guess I’ll write about it, but I don’t really want to because the word was chat yesterday too. Listening in is usually the best way. I mean, I don’t like to really ‘chat’ with people – I’ll have a conversation, but not a chat. It’s usually about something mundane, like a TV commercial. No I haven’t seen that one.
By Megan Kelly URL on 06.09.2012
Chit and bullshit and talk awhile, never think before you say, reminisce and talk about your troubles. Wrap them up and chuck them at someone else to deal with, only, make sure you do so in a compact, fashionable way that appears as innocuous as the word “chat”.
By Shnood on 06.09.2012
something that often done online and via phones these days. this word is very different today than it was previously chat used to be small talk face to face with people chat also makes me think of cha cha cha
By susan on 06.09.2012
Grandma on Skype.
The connection was horrible, but at least I got to hear Grandma’s warm, soothing voice. I heard her ask,
“So, how’s it there?” in perfect mandarin.
“I… Well, it’s been great… I… umm, I’ve got a roommate and she… umm… snorrkkk.” I have forgotten the Chinese phrase for ‘snoring’.
My parents are in the background, laughing at my horrendous Chinese standard. Never mind me, I sneaked into their rooms and found out that all their grades, Chinese included, were worse than mine.
“Really? Then how do you sleep? I bet she’s worse than me… or am I?”
“Well–I–” I pretend to hesitate, earning a chuckle from Grandma.
All of a sudden, the screen blacks out and there are only two words flashing on the screen.
By ollie URL on 06.09.2012
He stood up abruptly, and his chair fell over with a CRASH that instantly silenced everyone else in the room. Faces set in expressions of surprise, annoyance, anger, each one focused on him as he said quietly, glaring down at the table, “This is pointless. I didn’t come here just to chat. Do you WANT us all to be killed in our sleep?”
By LILYhibiku URL on 06.09.2012
I hate meaningless chats with people that I don’t trust. They are the perfect ingredients for hypocrisy. It sounds bitter, but it’s true.
By ChristieLovestoWrite URL on 06.09.2012
I was chatting with my friend in the parlour when suddenly a man walked up with the most dapper suit I had ever seen. He had dark brown slicked back hair and a Prada suitcase in his left hand. with his right he lifted it for the bartender to stop by and order a drink. He ordered two apple martinis, one for me and my friend. He told me his name was John. When I inquired for his last name he told me is was Bobby and then I knew who he was. He was my father’s unknown son. The son that I had just heard about on happenstance because my father let it slip in a moment of emotional confusion. And that’s when it all began…
By Sereena on 06.09.2012
Chatting is fun. People chat with their friends, their neighbours, their dogs. There are whole gatherings and programs based upon the idea of chatting. People do it all the time. There are websites for it that the whole purpose is to just CHAT.
By Jalyna on 06.09.2012
We talked for about 20 minutes and then his parents told him they had to leave for New York. He didn’t leave an address where I could write to him and he told me he wouldnt have any internet or cell phone service.
By Darei Fyth on 06.09.2012
I went for a chat with my friend amile, she was disapointed because she lost her cat mittens, mittens was a smelly gay cat and he was always jumping on windows i never saw mittens on anybody elses window except for amiles. Sometimes amile feels very upset due to the disapearance of her late cat pudsey, pudsey loves the smell of flowers. he also loves the scent of a human after a shower.
By Bróna Ward on 06.09.2012
One word, defines too many. The way I feel about this one word is endless, boundless. I feel that this word defines the world’s true intentions. The plan it harbors for the rest of us. Kharma
By Bryan Lopes on 06.09.2012
Chat, everybody loves to chat, whether it’s online, on the phone, with somebody new or a old friend. Chatting is different to talking, when you chat you are being yourself-not thinking but just chatting. When you talk however, you are somebody different, better or worse, you are not chatting.
By lily URL on 06.09.2012
chat is an interesting thing to do.
i love chatting
you get to know new people from different backgrounds.
its fun to chat
chat is the best thing to pass time.
By avni URL on 06.09.2012
Chatting is useless, the world would be a better place if nobody had a voicebox thing.
By Bróna Ward URL on 06.09.2012
they where chatting in a chatting bar when suddenly the chat chitty chat souded in the jukebox, starting juking, it had no idea about the chat chitty chat
By camilo on 06.09.2012
My first thought is that a chat is a conversation without a soul. It sounds harsh, but I believe it. A chat is safe; you don’t expose yourself, your intentions can stay masked, and the whole thing can be forgotten within an hour. I’m not good at chatting.
By N. Hart URL on 06.09.2012
like when we waste our time sitting around and not doing anything but talking and when i look at the clock i dont know where the time went.
By fayte URL on 06.09.2012
it is very upsetting. Face to face conversations are much better. It can be overwhelming at times, chatting. It can feel faked and extremely forced, not a great way to keep the friendship going. It is a good way to end a friendship
By Alexis Blakley on 06.09.2012
i like to chat. i try not to be chatty, but i am, by nature. i shouldn’t fight it. chat is idle. never mind. my brain chats non-silently constantly churning ticking and clicking and i wish it would shut up and turn off. power down. even now it continues to chat…
By g on 06.09.2012
Chat. Why is there even a word called chat?
It never sticks to its definition ever. People turn it into a bitching session or it just becomes a forced topic. WHy can’t u ever have a chat with urself!? I
By aashna on 06.09.2012
There was once a guy named Josh. He was extremely lonely as he has an orphan. He had just turned 18 so he had left the orphanage and was all alone.
One day he thought online chatting would be good for hima nad it was!
By Just a dude URL on 06.09.2012
Open forums with words being exchanged between strangers, A place to re-invent yourself and write about the person you want to be. A place to act like someone special.
By Karen Blue URL on 06.09.2012
A seemingly insignificant conversation
Disused in anxiety
We new to have a chat
Uggh I hate hearing that
It makes me feel like a school child
By Lauren on 06.09.2012
When they sat me down for ‘just a little chat’ I knew the game was up. I’d put it off for as long as possible. But it was inevitable. It was always inevitable.
Secrets only stay secrets for so long, after all. And this one had been more volatile than most.
Looking at their concerned expressions, I only hoped that the consequences of keeping this one this long wouldn’t be too damaging.
By terradi URL on 06.09.2012
What I wouldn’t give to speak with you today. Not about anything too trite such as politics or the way I feel about you, but just to chat. A simple ‘how is your day?’ and ‘what’s on your mind?’. It’s only because I miss you so and also because I could sit and listen to you talk about nothing for hours.
By Hannah URL on 06.09.2012
I headed over to my best friend. I wasn’t one for chit-chat, but she loved to small talk. She did most of the chatting though. I just listened.
By Brooke on 06.09.2012
The teenage girl sat texting and texting all day long until eight a clock when her mother stopped her flying fingers. “Why don’t we chat?”
By Linden Kirk on 06.09.2012
hi how are you im good im good i like chatting with friends espeically my friend ariela my cat is awesome he is so fluffy i love apples i even ate one this morning but how i will dance if i am a dancer in the sky lucy is my idol got a forget i even like magazines but shopping is horrible
By Diana Siuta on 06.09.2012
I like having little chats with people I just met. You can literally learn everything about them in one sitting, if you listen carefully. I wish I could do this more often, but I don’t get out much. Perhaps one day, I’ll get over the fear of rejection.
By Victoria on 06.09.2012
We sat there, looking at one another animatedly, eyes dancing back and forth lips to iris ear to ear. The words we shared were one or another; the real talk happened when I placed my hand on hers.
By Christopher on 06.09.2012
Eine Nachbarin steht vor dem Zaun. Sie schaut in meinen Garten hinein. Ich gebe Acht, dass ich die Gardine nicht bewege. Die Nachbarin von der anderen Seite kommt dazu. Beide Frauen gestikulieren. Sie deuten auf meine wenige Meter entfernte Haustür. Die Nachbarin von rechts zeigt einen Vogel. Die Nachbarin von links nickt. Ich bin froh, dass das Fenster geschlossen ist.
By Eli URL on 06.09.2012
We sat. That’s all we did. We sat. Sherlock was wearing that usual expression of boredom, and I was cold. Very cold. We’d been talking. Just talking. Then it had become awkward. Well, it had for me. I didn’t know if it had for him. One thing had changed everything. One little sentence that he had said. Three words that should never have come out of his mouth.
“I love you.”
By Arianna URL on 06.09.2012
You want to chat eh? Ill give you something to chat about. How about how you destroy faster than you create, the fact that you’re selfish and too proud to know the feelings of others, too afraid and frightened to commit to the world around you. You are an amazing person, but you don’t even know how to be. You’re an asshole, a jerk, and while I want to rip apart every bone in your body, i want to say that i’m also scared. I’m scared of ripping you apart because i don’t want to lose you.
By Sunshine URL on 06.09.2012
The idle chat of the dull bleached white room seems so stiff and formal. I shift in my seat, unsure how to contribute to the conversation. I smile when they smile, nod when they do, and try my best to blend in. So why do I feel like they’re staring at me, as if I’m still an outsider?
By Fallon on 06.09.2012
“Can we talk?” scares the crap out of me. How do I know if it is going to be a just a chat, or something serious? (When I hear those words, I immediately think, “What have I done wrong in the last 48 hours?”)
By cosmic URL on 06.09.2012
Talk, back and forth, like there is nothing else to do. Give and take, ideas passing along like the waves of energy that flow from one being to the next, in an endless stream of consciousness. Imagine no end to the flow, where all of the ideas are shared in a balaned way.
By Kathy C URL on 06.09.2012
She chatted her way through life. Never letting anyone else get a word in. It was dreadful. One day, people finally just stopped listening. That was that. She continued to chat to an empty audience. It went on like this for the rest of her life.
By Sophie on 06.09.2012
Sometimes I like to chat online with Kevin. He is my favorite boy. Sometimes I like to chat with MaryKate. She is one of my favorite girls. Lately though, I don’t know how to talk to her. Kevin doesn’t like her, which amazes me because she has been one of my best friends. It’s confusing and frustrating.
By Rachel on 06.09.2012
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