We bumped into each other in the most unlikely of places and what was meant to be a simple friendly conversation turned into a reliving of our past. We hadn’t seen each other in such a long time and there were hearts that needed opening and apologies to be made. I felt so bad for what I had done to him. I just wanted things to be right between us. I thought about my mistake everyday since I last saw him, even though it’s been almost twenty years since I broke his heart.
The chatter of the bar was overwhelming him. The somber mood in his heart was welling up inside of him as he stared into his drink. His eye reflected back in a thin disguise of his pain. The blue iris surrounding the pupil was light blue.
Jeran
The word chat seems to have different meanings to different people. To some, it is chatting over a fence with a neighbour. To others, it means chatting online to strangers or new friends. It seems to have very different connotations which each generation who inherits it.
Rhi
I like to chat. Most people tell me that I talk too much. I’m a people person.
chat what is that simple word we use. Oh shall i have a chat with a friend but its not just a chat its expressing yourself to one another. If i have a chat with someone its not just a “chat its a conversation of feelings and love a “chat”
Kennedy
I will chat with you. Will you chat with me? A chat here and a chat there. Look at all the chatting we are doing.
well, chatting is a thing to do on facebook. it’s often really awkward and you never know what to say and then the other person logs off and you’re just sitting there wondering what to do and then someone you like logs on and you start to chat and then you actually become interested in the conversation.
person
i love chating with my friends espically chelsea even though shes mad at me she texted me once oh well my sisters right here shes always fun omgsh these babys are a hand full but there so super cute mason and makalin i wonder what this website is even for?
lexi black
The first chat with Mylott was something that I strain to remember, like looking back into a hazy, alcohol – induced fog. All I know for certain is that within an hour of our arrival, the drinks that our host had so graciously presented us with were gone, at work untying our nerves and loosening our throats for conversation.
Among the few details of the night of which I can pull from the mist, I distinctly recall hearing Mylotts backstory, though the validity of it is now tarnished by my afflicted memory. Some way or another the question was brought up of where he hailed from, and he answered, rosy cheeked and as far gone as both myself and Basil were, that he was born in Scotland. When we asked why he had decided to move, he laughed, put the drink to his lips, and waved off the question. I subconsciously marked that away.
Basil was asked the same thing, this time by me. I never learned anything about Basil Mine until those nights at Mylotts lodge, and the facts of which he would relate to me would end up being a part of the catalyst for the night where everything fell apart.
But for now, the question was simple and unadorned in malice, and he, even drunk as he was, scowled at me with reproach. But all the same, he answered, with a mutter, “Minnesota”.
Ultimately I was asked, and I told them that I had grown up in a little hamlet a few hours south of OBryonsville. This session of Q&A at Mylotts would be the first of many.
T.
Chatting in a coffee shop with my friend kahdie, I failed to notice the man staring at me across the room. He slowly stood up and walked towards my direction but before he got to me he slipped on a napkin that was misplaced on the floor. That caught my attention.
Mar
the other day i had a chat. One may ask what is in tailed in chatting. Well you need at leas two people to have a chat. i was chatting with one of my coworkers about a bird that died in my front lawn.
Mar
A man in a hat would chat with the rat about this and that.
She totally seemed up for a chat when I had offered her a drink at the bar. Than much to my dismay, this really buff looking dude strides up right next to her, drops her this ultra pathetic line and the next thing I know, she’s gone and with the drink I had just bought her. pfft women these days.
I’m new to this. It’s like self-chat. And that being said, I just wrote about a different word, grind, and posted it here, in chat. And I liked it what I wrote, so here, let’s chat about grind for a second. This word is not really ugly, you know. It’s totally necessary. We need this tension, this friction, this repulsive feeling, in order to feel whole again at the final resolution, the peace, the light, the endless. Grind is a boundary that sets me free. Without that extra something pushing against us, we are too timid for our own good. And for the complainers – at least this grind gives you some perverted purpose.
This word is not really ugly, you know. It’s totally necessary. We need this tension, this friction, this repulsive feeling, in order to feel whole again at the final resolution, the peace, the light, the endless. Grind is a boundary that sets me free. Without that extra something pushing against us, we are too timid for our own good. And for the complainers – at least this grind gives you some perverted purpose.
about Facebook friends and shit that doesn’t matter like boys tacos pants cats sundresses and the sky. more like chat me on Facebook like mmm yum i way your body chat. or just chat on the phone like a cool kid who loves cake and pi’s on a hot summers eve
muahahahaahahhaha chat.
hannah
He say, she say; Chit chat, this that. Word spreads like STDs through convo, be careful of what you say and how you say it or chatting will bite you in your ass.
She entered the chat room. There was no one else in it and suddenly she felt very alone. There was something unsettling about being completely alone, even in a place where there are supposed to always be people there…predators, even.
Tyra
I feel like I chat too much. And sadly, I think mainly it’s to myself.
I feel like I’m the only person who wants to hear what I have to say, haha.
But sometimes, overly chatty people can be quite annoying.
My oblivious roommate for instance, she insisted on talking smack about me and the kind of toilet paper I purchase when I was only less than a foot away from her.
His chatter annoyed her.
He would constantly ask questions that were uninvited: “How’s your love life?” “What are you up to?” “Are you planning on moving to Boston?”
Why couldn’t he leave her well enough alone to miss him? She already did.
But then again, she invited his chats, and she knew it – how could he resist it when she so temptingly dangled it in front of him?
Let’s chat. I have noticed that your attendance as of late has been… well, piss-poor. I just don’t understand it. Is my class so loathsome that you can’t disgrace yourself by making an appearance? Do you think that you are above it? What is the issue here? You need to show more respect for this classroom — me, your fellow students, but most importantly yourself– and prove that you have an interest in your own success.
Mr. P
Chat. French for cat.
Talking, conversing, communicating with words. In life, through technology. Communicating. Listening, thinking, responding; connecting. Understanding, learning, developing; growing. Coming together, reaching new levels of friendship and acceptance. Chat. Chatting.
C
We had a chat at the local grocery store after buying sandwiches at the deli. The wind kicked up outside and blew through the gaps in the automatic opening doors, but we didn’t mind. We were strangely enchanted by the atmosphere of such a cluttered, crazed environment. Happy with bits and pieces of small talk over carts littered with random produce and the occasional stack of muffins.
Belinda Roddie
Hi there. Sometimes when I’m lonely I just want to chat. But with no one in particular, just to SAY something. Chatting makes me think of my computer. Dammit, phone!
Let us get together have a little chat. Nothing important in particular. Just to see how we see eye to eye on nothing and be polite for the sake of gaining some kind of edge through our mutual knowing of each other. Associates are we. No one has friends on Wall st.
so I was thinking about you
Then I realized we didn’t have much to chat about
so i sat there and stared deeply into your eyes
you stared back, eyes gray and deep
I knew not what you felt
But I wished I did
I wish I knew how you felt
I wish our eyes could chat
but then i realized you’d already made my heart melt
and we didnt even open our lips
This indeed was a very interesting chat
Hammad
We chat. Alot. But really not about much that’s important. We even chat via instant messages when we’re in the same room. I think it’s the contact we need to maintain. That connection between us. We’re apart so much and we need to be together much more.
She sat at the counter, legs swinging under, her skirt falling daintily down over the stool. She held her face in her hands, batting her long, black eyelashes at the waiter in front of her. He winked and slid an ice cream sundae towards her, topped with everything in the house. Oh, how she wished to chat with him.
msn
j
chloe
kardashians
my inabilty to
cat
hat
socialising
gossip girl
love to
need to
emily
rhys and mils
fashion
girly stuff
mags
celebrities
house
time
A
when the big blue letters popped up on the screen, i was terrified. “WHEN WILL I SEE YOU?” bang, my coffee cup fell to the floor…
As I was chatting to the people of home. I though of how much I missed them. And how much I wanted to be with them. I closed my eyes and though of all the things that were absent in my life since I left. Over all, it was you.
Nicolas Reza
We’d never talked before, but for some weird reason he chose that morning to chat with me. ‘d sat down on the bench with my book, the Lacuna, when he sat down next to me, said good morning. I didn’t know what to do, I was caught by sup
Louise
I like to chat to people but sometimes I run out of things to say. To me, chatting is quite shallow, not many deep things are talked about. While writing about chatting, I’ve realized that I can’t write much in 50 seconds. Chat someti
Louise
We were chatting quite politely before the polar bear waltzed in. Ordinarily, that’s no big deal, but when he got down on one knee before my date and offered her a diamond ring, well…things got interesting. I’m not sure what happened after that, I’d been drinking heavily from the wine of ages, but the next thing I knew I was out on my ass in the middle of the street with a cauldron on my head and no pants.
when I met her, we did chat for as long as we could. Ignoring the confines of convention and talking about things most people would call silly, all we did was chat. I love her.
Dara
Chat shouldn’t be a difficult word to write about.
It just kind of is, though.
I guess chatting’s something I just do too much of nowadays.
And I hate it. Chatting. It’s inane, it’s nerve-sizzling. And not in a good way.
I guess IM chatting’s okay, though. Because three keystrokes and I’m out.
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Ellis
conversations mulling through tons of topics. Getting lost in words and eloquence. Unknown, the territory you will cross. Stumbling blindly through the dark with the slightest flicker of light. One word to light your path. A single syllable. Or 5, or ten. Whatever may come of this is a mystery.
Kierston
sounds so trite and trivial…. nothing interesting ever fell out of a chat box. Pandora’s chatbox.
We bumped into each other in the most unlikely of places and what was meant to be a simple friendly conversation turned into a reliving of our past. We hadn’t seen each other in such a long time and there were hearts that needed opening and apologies to be made. I felt so bad for what I had done to him. I just wanted things to be right between us. I thought about my mistake everyday since I last saw him, even though it’s been almost twenty years since I broke his heart.
The chatter of the bar was overwhelming him. The somber mood in his heart was welling up inside of him as he stared into his drink. His eye reflected back in a thin disguise of his pain. The blue iris surrounding the pupil was light blue.
The word chat seems to have different meanings to different people. To some, it is chatting over a fence with a neighbour. To others, it means chatting online to strangers or new friends. It seems to have very different connotations which each generation who inherits it.
I like to chat. Most people tell me that I talk too much. I’m a people person.
chat what is that simple word we use. Oh shall i have a chat with a friend but its not just a chat its expressing yourself to one another. If i have a chat with someone its not just a “chat its a conversation of feelings and love a “chat”
I will chat with you. Will you chat with me? A chat here and a chat there. Look at all the chatting we are doing.
well, chatting is a thing to do on facebook. it’s often really awkward and you never know what to say and then the other person logs off and you’re just sitting there wondering what to do and then someone you like logs on and you start to chat and then you actually become interested in the conversation.
i love chating with my friends espically chelsea even though shes mad at me she texted me once oh well my sisters right here shes always fun omgsh these babys are a hand full but there so super cute mason and makalin i wonder what this website is even for?
The first chat with Mylott was something that I strain to remember, like looking back into a hazy, alcohol – induced fog. All I know for certain is that within an hour of our arrival, the drinks that our host had so graciously presented us with were gone, at work untying our nerves and loosening our throats for conversation.
Among the few details of the night of which I can pull from the mist, I distinctly recall hearing Mylotts backstory, though the validity of it is now tarnished by my afflicted memory. Some way or another the question was brought up of where he hailed from, and he answered, rosy cheeked and as far gone as both myself and Basil were, that he was born in Scotland. When we asked why he had decided to move, he laughed, put the drink to his lips, and waved off the question. I subconsciously marked that away.
Basil was asked the same thing, this time by me. I never learned anything about Basil Mine until those nights at Mylotts lodge, and the facts of which he would relate to me would end up being a part of the catalyst for the night where everything fell apart.
But for now, the question was simple and unadorned in malice, and he, even drunk as he was, scowled at me with reproach. But all the same, he answered, with a mutter, “Minnesota”.
Ultimately I was asked, and I told them that I had grown up in a little hamlet a few hours south of OBryonsville. This session of Q&A at Mylotts would be the first of many.
Chatting in a coffee shop with my friend kahdie, I failed to notice the man staring at me across the room. He slowly stood up and walked towards my direction but before he got to me he slipped on a napkin that was misplaced on the floor. That caught my attention.
the other day i had a chat. One may ask what is in tailed in chatting. Well you need at leas two people to have a chat. i was chatting with one of my coworkers about a bird that died in my front lawn.
A man in a hat would chat with the rat about this and that.
She totally seemed up for a chat when I had offered her a drink at the bar. Than much to my dismay, this really buff looking dude strides up right next to her, drops her this ultra pathetic line and the next thing I know, she’s gone and with the drink I had just bought her. pfft women these days.
I’m new to this. It’s like self-chat. And that being said, I just wrote about a different word, grind, and posted it here, in chat. And I liked it what I wrote, so here, let’s chat about grind for a second. This word is not really ugly, you know. It’s totally necessary. We need this tension, this friction, this repulsive feeling, in order to feel whole again at the final resolution, the peace, the light, the endless. Grind is a boundary that sets me free. Without that extra something pushing against us, we are too timid for our own good. And for the complainers – at least this grind gives you some perverted purpose.
This word is not really ugly, you know. It’s totally necessary. We need this tension, this friction, this repulsive feeling, in order to feel whole again at the final resolution, the peace, the light, the endless. Grind is a boundary that sets me free. Without that extra something pushing against us, we are too timid for our own good. And for the complainers – at least this grind gives you some perverted purpose.
about Facebook friends and shit that doesn’t matter like boys tacos pants cats sundresses and the sky. more like chat me on Facebook like mmm yum i way your body chat. or just chat on the phone like a cool kid who loves cake and pi’s on a hot summers eve
muahahahaahahhaha chat.
He say, she say; Chit chat, this that. Word spreads like STDs through convo, be careful of what you say and how you say it or chatting will bite you in your ass.
She entered the chat room. There was no one else in it and suddenly she felt very alone. There was something unsettling about being completely alone, even in a place where there are supposed to always be people there…predators, even.
I feel like I chat too much. And sadly, I think mainly it’s to myself.
I feel like I’m the only person who wants to hear what I have to say, haha.
But sometimes, overly chatty people can be quite annoying.
My oblivious roommate for instance, she insisted on talking smack about me and the kind of toilet paper I purchase when I was only less than a foot away from her.
His chatter annoyed her.
He would constantly ask questions that were uninvited: “How’s your love life?” “What are you up to?” “Are you planning on moving to Boston?”
Why couldn’t he leave her well enough alone to miss him? She already did.
But then again, she invited his chats, and she knew it – how could he resist it when she so temptingly dangled it in front of him?
Let’s chat. I have noticed that your attendance as of late has been… well, piss-poor. I just don’t understand it. Is my class so loathsome that you can’t disgrace yourself by making an appearance? Do you think that you are above it? What is the issue here? You need to show more respect for this classroom — me, your fellow students, but most importantly yourself– and prove that you have an interest in your own success.
Chat. French for cat.
Talking, conversing, communicating with words. In life, through technology. Communicating. Listening, thinking, responding; connecting. Understanding, learning, developing; growing. Coming together, reaching new levels of friendship and acceptance. Chat. Chatting.
We had a chat at the local grocery store after buying sandwiches at the deli. The wind kicked up outside and blew through the gaps in the automatic opening doors, but we didn’t mind. We were strangely enchanted by the atmosphere of such a cluttered, crazed environment. Happy with bits and pieces of small talk over carts littered with random produce and the occasional stack of muffins.
Hi there. Sometimes when I’m lonely I just want to chat. But with no one in particular, just to SAY something. Chatting makes me think of my computer. Dammit, phone!
Let us get together have a little chat. Nothing important in particular. Just to see how we see eye to eye on nothing and be polite for the sake of gaining some kind of edge through our mutual knowing of each other. Associates are we. No one has friends on Wall st.
so I was thinking about you
Then I realized we didn’t have much to chat about
so i sat there and stared deeply into your eyes
you stared back, eyes gray and deep
I knew not what you felt
But I wished I did
I wish I knew how you felt
I wish our eyes could chat
but then i realized you’d already made my heart melt
and we didnt even open our lips
This indeed was a very interesting chat
We chat. Alot. But really not about much that’s important. We even chat via instant messages when we’re in the same room. I think it’s the contact we need to maintain. That connection between us. We’re apart so much and we need to be together much more.
She sat at the counter, legs swinging under, her skirt falling daintily down over the stool. She held her face in her hands, batting her long, black eyelashes at the waiter in front of her. He winked and slid an ice cream sundae towards her, topped with everything in the house. Oh, how she wished to chat with him.
msn
j
chloe
kardashians
my inabilty to
cat
hat
socialising
gossip girl
love to
need to
emily
rhys and mils
fashion
girly stuff
mags
celebrities
house
time
when the big blue letters popped up on the screen, i was terrified. “WHEN WILL I SEE YOU?” bang, my coffee cup fell to the floor…
The Chit Chat Cafe in Hospers. Facebook Chat. Dear god, I Hate facebook chat. I just want to shoot myself and make everyone go back on MSN.
Chatting seems so not personal and lame. Let’s chat. Who says that? Answer:
N O B O D Y
Thanks for the word though, oneword. Good try.
As I was chatting to the people of home. I though of how much I missed them. And how much I wanted to be with them. I closed my eyes and though of all the things that were absent in my life since I left. Over all, it was you.
We’d never talked before, but for some weird reason he chose that morning to chat with me. ‘d sat down on the bench with my book, the Lacuna, when he sat down next to me, said good morning. I didn’t know what to do, I was caught by sup
I like to chat to people but sometimes I run out of things to say. To me, chatting is quite shallow, not many deep things are talked about. While writing about chatting, I’ve realized that I can’t write much in 50 seconds. Chat someti
We were chatting quite politely before the polar bear waltzed in. Ordinarily, that’s no big deal, but when he got down on one knee before my date and offered her a diamond ring, well…things got interesting. I’m not sure what happened after that, I’d been drinking heavily from the wine of ages, but the next thing I knew I was out on my ass in the middle of the street with a cauldron on my head and no pants.
when I met her, we did chat for as long as we could. Ignoring the confines of convention and talking about things most people would call silly, all we did was chat. I love her.
Chat shouldn’t be a difficult word to write about.
It just kind of is, though.
I guess chatting’s something I just do too much of nowadays.
And I hate it. Chatting. It’s inane, it’s nerve-sizzling. And not in a good way.
I guess IM chatting’s okay, though. Because three keystrokes and I’m out.
voices talking conversation mouth tongue ears hearing language english parts of speech verbs nouns adjectives teeth synonyms adjectives pronunciation words
conversations mulling through tons of topics. Getting lost in words and eloquence. Unknown, the territory you will cross. Stumbling blindly through the dark with the slightest flicker of light. One word to light your path. A single syllable. Or 5, or ten. Whatever may come of this is a mystery.
sounds so trite and trivial…. nothing interesting ever fell out of a chat box. Pandora’s chatbox.