Gartic Phone Prompt Novels & Stories

Today I'm thankful for the opportunity to keep doing the things I wasn't physically able to right after the surgery. Just as I finish, the phone on the counter rings. It's not often customers place call-in orders, but I'm happy for anything I can get today. Rushing to the phone, I notice it's an unknown number with a Chicago area code. That's odd, but it could also be one of my friends or a member of my family. "A Whole Latte Love, Eden speaking." No one says anything. "Eden speaking, can I help you?" "No." Just the one word and then the call disconnects.

The Following Day came, Carolina continued working making sure to avoid suspicion. The sun filtered through the tall windows lining the corridor, casting golden slats across the floor. Carolina was wiping down the glass of a French door that overlooked the manicured rose garden when her phone vibrated in her apron pocket. Unknown Number. Her heart skipped. She glanced around. No one. With a flick of her wrist, she answered, pressing the phone discreetly to her ear as she leaned over the rail, pretending to dust. “Hello?” she said softly. A calm, male voice came through, precise and professional. “Hi. Is this Carolina?”

Maybe it was time for me to focus on something more important. Going back to my room, I unplugged my phone and sat on my bed. I typed in the number from the card and dialled the number. I was relieved when it went through. “Good morning,” a feminine voice said. “Kenny Masters’ office. How may I help you?” “I would like to talk to Mr. Masters, please.” “Who are you?” “April Hartfield.” “Please hold,” she said. “Let me get back to you.” Twirling my hair, I waited for her to get back on the phone.

Please let that have been a dream. Slowly — cautiously — she reached for her phone. Her fingers hovered above the screen. If the call log wasn’t there, she would never drink again. She unlocked it. Recent Calls. Unknown Number. 12 minutes. Her heart started beating louder. She tapped it, half expecting more. There wasn’t. No follow-up call. No messages. No missed attempts. Nothing. The absence sat heavier than anything else could have. If he was weird, wouldn’t he have texted? If he was curious, wouldn’t he have tried again?

It's from an unlisted number. "Have you opened the package yet?"

After a moment of hesitation, she pressed the call button. "I'm sorry. The number you have dialed is not in service!" "Not in service? How is that possible?!!!"

“Seeing how sincere Miss Walter is, I will go back and discuss it with my boss.” “Alright then! I will wait for your good news.” “Yes, yes, I will let you know if there is any news.” “This is my new business card. You can call this number.” “Got it.” Beep, beep, beep! My phone vibrated again. “Miss Walter, Mr. Carter is calling again. Please answer it. You knew Mr. Carter’s temper. It won’t be good if he gets angry.”

Suddenly, he turned his head to look at the bodyguard beside him and shouted impatiently, "Weren't you the one who bought the phone Vinicent was using? Find out the purchase record. Quick!" The bodyguard head dared not waste a minute. He rushed to the mansion's warehouse to retrieve the phone's purchase receipt from the warehouse, and then quickly returned to the surveillance room. Sweating profusely, he handed it to Jonathan. "Young Master, I found it!" That was it. "Mister Kane, the identification code has been found!" Jonathan held the ticket, gripped his phone tightly, and reported in a loud voice, "The identification code for Vinicent's phone is 86746200... a total of seventeen digits.

“Dad, who is that aunty?” As soon as Lotus heard Agassiz’s curious question, Lotus puckered her lips and glared at Zaire aggrievedly. Immediately, Zaire's brows knitted. What aunty? His phone has been with him all day. Could it be a network issue? “What sister? What did she say?” he held out his hands helplessly. “That aunt said, ‘Sorry, the customer you're trying to call is busy; please try again later. Thank you.” Agassiz intoned while trying to mimic the aunt's voice perfectly.

My phone kept vibrating nonstop with notification sounds. Faith stood up and asked, "Messages from Rita?" I glanced at the contact name and nodded. The corners of her lips curved upward into a smile.