Morse Code Numbers Novels & Stories

My fingers slowly flip over the report, moving forward to the next pages. ~ Ms. Ayle Angelo – Mrs. Beth Anderson References: Secret code numbers 9870 – It’s been a while, Love 6124 – You are so annoying 0383 – You are the reason why I have this freaking depression of mine! 2789 – I’m tired of life 7492 – I wish I could have a better life 6339 – Is it still worth it to live? 4202 – Let’s end this

Vivienne rewound a few seconds and let it play again, and this time Elara saw it too, Jonathan's fingers, resting on the table in front of him, tapping three times in a slow, deliberate rhythm before he continued speaking. "That's not nerves," Isaac said. "That's a pattern." They rewound it again. The tapping repeated, identical each time, three short taps followed by a pause, then a longer sequence Elara hadn't caught the first time through. Vivienne grabbed a notepad, watching it a third time, translating the rhythm carefully onto paper. "It's Morse," she said finally, her pen going still. "He's spelling something out while he talks. Hiding it in plain sight."

he started, voice low. But before he could finish, the receiver let out a faint, rhythmic tone beep… beep… beep… Ryan turned sharply. “What is that?” Adrien’s eyes narrowed at the signal pattern on the screen. It wasn’t random. It was deliberate. A sequence. Dot. Dash. Dot dot. Dash. “Morse code,” Adrien murmured. Ryan’s pulse spiked. “What’s it saying?” Adrien translated under his breath, each letter slow, deliberate. W-A-T-C-H-I-N-G.

I dialed his phone number and waited patiently for him to pick up. “Jenny,” He called out in a rush. “Have you found it?” “Yes, I have,” I muttered. “Perfect. Now, look at the top right corner of the paper you will find a code of numbers and alphabets. I need you to read them to me correctly”. He said in one breath. “Alright,” I replied. “I'm ready, you can read it now.” I took a deep breath and started calling out the code one after the other. “F28S48A6…….

"There.... Some sort of code" Lia said pointing at the bottom left side of the paper. "How did I not see that?" I said, staring at the digits. 9 7 22 22 6 22 12 19 8 23 7 12 13 9 7 6 7 8 16 5 22 13 18 "Woah...." Lee rapsed. "That's a lot of decoding we've got to do" Lia whistled. "I think it's simple, I think those numbers are alphabets" Tori said, taking out a pen.

As I was given no other clues and there was nothing else hiding along with the safe I had to assume that these numbers were related to their position in the alphabet. This raises more questions though, like how to deal with the first ten letters of the alphabet. If these characters were a single number it meant that the code word could be anywhere from four to eight characters long. I started thinking of smells which I liked, most of them had something to do with food. I converted a few of them into a numerical code and entered them into the keypad but none of them worked.

The child in his presence was getting to him. “It's a six-digit code and it’s 367129,” he said and Aria chuckled knowing he was lying. “Come on, Mutiso. Give me the fucking code,” she said and stood up. How the hell did she know that was a lie? He sighed and decided to give in. “It's 190612.” “Year 1906 and the 12th month?” Aria asked as she turned to him and he nodded. That was correct, she knew how codes like these were. It's mostly the combination of a year and a month so when he called random numbers, she figured he was wrong.

It tastes exactly like coke. I am rolling it against the upper side of my mouth absently as I straighten the first piece and a small optimistic smile pulls on my lips when I read the numbers perfectly without a struggle. 907-522. The numbers are visible. For the very first time in three days, something works for me and perhaps there's a ray of hope. 907 is the state code and obviously I know it off head. I just wish I could get the remaining digits, I am positively sure that Enzo will loan me some money without conditions.

*I wonder why you want to save my number when in reality we might not chat again* he texted and it saddens me but it is true, I don't see what we would talk about in the future. *You're right, I can't stand your annoying nature* I texted. *Keep telling yourself that* he texted. *I have to go to bed, bye and thank you for the wonderful time* I texted. *You're welcome* He replied and I saved his number irrespective of what he said earlier.

I stared at him in puzzlement, but we eventually returned to the serious matter at hand. After staring at the numbers for a few moments, he spoke, “What if this needs a Math equation first? Like, for example, subtraction or division…” “Hang on, that sounds correct,” I commented and took the paper from him. “If we divide every number here by two, we will get a code that can be decrypted by alphanumeric substitution.” 10-48-32-24-30-38-18-30-28 5-24-16-12-15-19-9-15-14