Landline Novels & Stories

Lindsey paused trying so hard not to complete her sentence, she gritted her teeth taking out her phone from her bag. She placed the phone on her ear listening to the ringing tune. "They never pick up their call, do they?, Useless company" Lindsey snarled placing another call on the Uber agency. She turned to the sound of a car horn and when the window slid down she beheld the charming face of Miguel.

Then I grabbed it. I marched straight to the backyard, clutching the landline like evidence from a crime scene. Mama Li had better explained this. Mama Li was already outside, watering plants like the world was still normal. I held it up. “Were you expecting a call?” She looked at it, then at me, confused. “Call?” “This,” I said, shaking it. “This thing rang.” She frowned. “Ah… old line. I no use much.” My chest tightened. “What do you mean you don’t use it?”

After placing his order, he finally retrieved his silenced phone and glanced at the screen. It was flooded with missed calls. Landon nonchalantly scrolled through the missed calls, a sneer curling his lips. Just then, another call came in. Landon recognized the caller ID and chuckled before answering, "Hello?" "Oh, man, you finally answered!" Calvin's voice was laced with desperation.

she replied, putting it back in her pocket. “No, you wouldn’t have up here,” the woman of the house replied. “I don’t even bother to have one of them up here in the mountains. They don’t work a good portion of the time.” “What about a satellite phone?” Slate asked. Margot just stared at him for a moment before she said, “You can use the telephone in the kitchen.” “You have a landline?” Everly asked, her eyes bulging from her head. She could hardly believe what she was hearing.

I didn’t even know who might care to stay with him other than Marin. I walk over to a slab where the hospital landline was. “Can I make use of this?” I ask the woman who sat behind it. “Sure, you'd just have to pay.” She responds with a smile. “Can I add the bill to an account?” “Oh sure.” She says firmly and turns the landline to me. I dial Marin's number. The dial tone runs for a while before she finally picks up. “Hello, Marin, can you hear me?” I say, expecting her to recognise my voice.

And the third time he called she accepted the call, receiving a growl from him that she wasn't supposed to ignore his calls at all. Her shoulders shrank listening to his angry voice as she gave a meek answer to him. "I-I don't know it was you". Her voice felt like a cold shower on a heating body as he cooled down back into his seat. His expressions relaxed as he took a relieved breath. Of Course, she wouldn't know. It is a landline phone. And that too a weird one. It is a corded vintage retro-style landline. It looks more like a showcase antique than a landline phone. Too precious to touch it. Sur

His ginger hair, wild and unkempt, hangs around his face. All of a sudden, the phone rings and my heart freezes. There's no need to guess who it is. No one else knows this number, and nobody our age uses a landline. Our parent's won't be happy when they find out how bad it is here. In their minds it will be a million times worse than it actually is. Dread settles deep in the pit of my stomach, as Landon picks up the receiver and presses a button that puts the call on loudspeaker. We huddle together on the sofa so we can all hear the conversation.

Fuсk thе truth; whаt I say nоw nееdѕ tо bе good. “Okay, I recognize thаt numbеr. Hang оn.” I рull out mу оwn phone, ореn mу emails аnd ѕсrоll down to the оnе frоm the tech lab. “This іѕ оnе of thе landline numbеrѕ аѕѕосіаtеd wіth Blue Stаr Cаrrіе. Lооk.” I ѕhоw her thе matching dіgіtѕ аnd gеt a ѕеnѕе оf her relief.

She picks up a pad and writes down an address and a phone number. I take that piece of paper, thank the lady at the counter and leave. As I cross the room with the boards again, I dial the number. It’s a landline number. There is an engaged tone and I’m told the number doesn’t work. I try again. Same result.

Adam replies before redialing and putting the call through. I sit and wait as the phone rings. After the third ring the call is picked up. “Hello, Luna Lana speaking,” we hear. We both look at one another surprised. This number is Alpha Lucas’s private cell number. Adam clears his throat, “Hello Luna Lana; this is Alpha Adam calling,” he says waiting for her reply.