Channel Unscramble Novels & Stories

The mother checked the progress of her daughter who was unpacking things in the room. Some boxes are open, and chaos in the room can be seen in various directions. "No mom." The girl looked around to confirm one by one the contents of the box that had been scrambled by herself. "I guess..." She faltered at the end, unsure if her memory might be wrong.

“A private channel.” Adrian nodded. “Yes.” Yvonne felt frustration rise. “So our plan won’t work there.” Adrian said quietly, “No.” Marcus looked at the cluster. “How many?” Adrian counted. “Seven.” Yvonne stared at them. “They are still spreading.” Adrian confirmed. “Yes.” Marcus spoke firmly. “Then we focus on those.” The team shifted again, all attention moved to the protected nodes. Adrian began working on breaking the private channel. “It’s encrypted,” he said.

After placing his urn beside my mother's grave, I remained where I was, sitting quietly between them and tracing their names with my eyes as they stood side by side in stone. I did not speak, and I did not cry. I simply stayed there for a while, letting the silence settle around me. My phone did not ring until Raymond finally called. I had no idea what he wanted, but after five or six unanswered calls, he left a voice message demanding that I get home immediately. I glanced at the message, then rose and left the cemetery. The drive back was strangely peaceful. My mind was completely blank, and for once, I was not thinking about anything at all.

Adrian picked a silver gem and crushed it into powder with his fist. "I'm sure you know what to do with this" He said pouring the substance in Sham's stretched out palm. "Of course" he responded. "I will send you word once the job is done" he said, turning to leave. He stepped out and came to the corridor with the paintings. Sham poured the substance into a pouch and hid it in his cloak.

Encrypted chatter crackled overhead, then faded into jamming noise. “Your mission: maintain our line to Sentinel.” Quinn’s calm voice echoed through Artemis’s earpiece. “Deploy scrambler, initiate handshake, then rotate keys under jamming conditions.” Artemis slid on a combat headset. Her eyes flicked over the HUD: signal strength plummeting. She squeezed the scrambler. “Deploying 4.8 GHz, seed Foxtrot-42 - handshake in three, two, one...sent.” The red bars surged green. “Sentinel online,” came the reply. Artemis’s heart thumped - she’d done the digital part flawlessly. Of course, she had. Technology and the digital world were her forte.

Trix could feel her patience thinning. "Tell her," Tristan encouraged. Trix stared in his hazel eyes, showing him her lost for words. "The book is a channel, the true power is in your mind," he said. Trix pondered his words and focused. 'The book is a channel, the true power is in my mind,' she chanted. "There is a girl," she started. "A girl with extraordinary gifts. A girl with the ability to communicate with animals," she continued, glancing up at the Queen with a slight smile.

Heron “So your telling me the most eligible bachelor in the country proposes to you and you say no?” the exasperation in Clem’s voice was a welcomed comfort on this rather drab morning. It had not stopped raining, and I had to take off my display cases, that would barely fend against the wind. Though being under the canopy meant they weren’t drenched to the bone. Clem looked stary eyes as she rested her hands beneath her chin, her braids swooped up in an intricate bun, “You have to go back and say yes.”

on my private channel. It’s showtime.

➳ "And you know he keeps a calendar for my periods? I pretended like I didn't notice it but I was so embarrassed. I mean I guess it's kind of sweet that he cares that much about me- Mittens? Where are you going?" Madeline perched herself up the edge of the tub to look at the cat, who was just sitting on the counter a few seconds ago. "I was talking to you. It's really rude to just leave in the middle of a conversation like that. I know you're just a cat, but still."

She bites her lip, pulls her hair from the bun, and turns to the mirror in her locker. I ignore them and open up my locker, my reflection staring back at me. I pull my hair out of the bun, and my dark hair cascades down my back and bounces around my shoulders. My narrow eyes pull into a scrunch when I hear the sound of ladies giggling to themselves happily like they are going to win the jackpot tonight.