Future News My Phone Mutated Novels & Stories

I clear my throat and sit up, and as I lay my notebook on the table, my phone clatters to the floor, and I suddenly have a vision of it landing faceup with the incriminating app wide open for all to see. “Um.” I cough again. “No. No, I...” Have nothing to change because I have no idea what we’re talking about. “I think it’s perfect. The meeting is adjourned.” I get on my feet and pick my phone up, before walking out of the conference room. My phone pings with a notification from the app again. ‘A match is four miles away from you.’ I guess I’ll be having some fun this evening. ***

Inside was a small cell phone and charger. The small stall melted around me as tears blurred my vision. During the months Nox and I had dated, he'd showered me with many gifts, but nothing filled me with the joy and relief of the small disposable phone. I couldn't call now. It wasn't safe. But I would—I could. I finally could.

Juma said. TuTuTu! Before she could answer him, A message notification from her phone chimed in. She took her phone from the back seat and checked it. [BIG NEWS: The FOX has made an announcement. Click on the link to learn more.] There was a link in blue below the message and the message was from Candy. “This girl will surely kill me if I don’t see her today,” Stephany said. “What is it?” Juma asked. “I did not speak to her earlier and she has sent me a certain link with the word ‘Big News’ written in bold. I have to check on the link!” Stephany shrugged her shoulders.

But, the selfish part of me would very much like to find my mate. As I lay here thinking, I can hear Maeva quietly mumbling to herself as she flips pages in whatever book she is reading under the light of her cellphone. The poor thing, her phone doesn't even have service, but she can run it on wifi so she keeps it. It's also old, one of the first galaxy phones ever made. Sure it was a touch screen, & she could put apps on it, but compared to everyone else's phone, it was a dinosaur. She never complained about anything though, she just looked at the positive side of things, like the fact that she could use her apps over wifi & listen to music.

"You never have something coherent to say about your feelings. You will be waiting forever." Joel makes no attempt to suppress his laugh this time. Something loosens in the room. The particular loosening that happens when real people stop managing themselves and just exist together for a moment, and I feel it, the strange unexpected warmth of being inside someone else's world and finding it does not feel foreign at all. My phone vibrates. I look down expecting my mother with a follow up instruction. It is a news outlet notification. A news alert I set up months ago for professional reasons, tracking publishing industry stories.

If it’s there, he hides it well. Then her phone buzzes on the desk. A new message alert. Unknown number. I pick it up, and my skin goes cold as I read the first line: Tomorrow, they will hear about you. And this time, no one will stop it.

"It's time." ​He pressed a single button on his phone. Across the city, the mysterious countdown timer suddenly shifted. Instead of displaying only the remaining hours, a new message appeared beneath it: ​"Tomorrow at noon, the first piece of evidence will be released." Within seconds, millions of phones vibrated with the push notification. Dizer's phone vibrated. Liam's phone vibrated. Kendall's phone vibrated. ​Back in her apartment, Camille stared at the message on her screen, the color draining completely from her face. A violent wave of horror washed over her.

News feeds were suddenly filled with corrections and clarifications — several outlets had begun retracting their earlier stories. She frowned. “What’s going on?” she murmured. Just then, her phone buzzed. A message appeared — from a number she hadn’t seen in months. > Adrian: Rose, I’m not asking for your forgiveness. But please, watch the news tonight. The truth about those rumors will finally come out. Rosemary gripped her phone tightly, her breath catching in her throat. “What are you doing this time, Adrian…?” she whispered. But despite her doubt, something stirred inside her — a faint tremor between uncertainty and the smallest spark of hope.

But the truth was that the peace she would always feel never lasted that long in her world. Then she noticed that her phone buzzed once, it went again and again and again. And in less than a minute, different notifications entered her phone making the poor phone’s screen blink a lot, different messages, calls, and tagged posts kept flashing nonstop. She frowned, but then she unlocked the phone. The first thing she saw was a headline. “Veldana: The Fallen Angel Returns?” She smirked as she read it because deep down she knew who was doing this and still she scrolled down.

And then I promised him that I was going to buy lunch for him for a week if he charges my phone. It did. The screen came on. And the way my heart jumped straight into my throat was too fast. I did not even clean my face up. Or change my shirt. I just unlocked the phone with my hands that were shaking. I opened the messages. Selena. No new messages. I swallowed. “Okay,” I muttered to myself. “Okay. It’s fine.” I typed fast. Cullen: Hey. My phone died earlier. I’ve been trying to reach you.