Morse Code Numbers Novels & Stories

"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.

For a moment, only static filled the air. Then a faint pulse beneath the pulse. Ashley leaned in, "That's...that's Morse code," Ava scrambled for a paper, quickly translating the beats and code. Her eyes widened. "It's a number...211.7 FM." Gael immediately turned the frequency to the number...211.7. The ground shuddered. They looked around and saw the root of an enormous tree shift, revealing a hidden stone doorway at its base. The four of them exchanged glances.

Sean guessed. "How did the light transmit signals then?" Eli asked curiously. "Light and sound is the best way to communicate a code signal. But, there are many methods, and it's impossible for outsiders to know about it," Stella explained, "For example, stopping the frequency and time, flash number, and so on. I'll give an example, the letter A could mean a show of light, and letter B could mean two shows of light. The letter AO could be indicated with two shows of light with a 0.1-second pause in between before another show of light."

"Just checking something." I moved to James's side, studying the tablet over his shoulder. The screen showed a live security feed—Coleman Corp's empty Manhattan headquarters, most of the building dark except for the executive floor where emergency lights flickered in what seemed like a random pattern. Except... "Is that..." I began, my voice trailing off as recognition dawned. James's jaw tightened. "Morse code." ... --- ... SOS. The international distress signal, repeating in an endless loop through the supposedly abandoned building.

My helicopter system detected an SOS signal, and I frowned for a moment when I recognized this signal. A series of 19 ‘beeps’ made me realize that I was getting the correct signal—the one I made for Cassandra. 19… That was indeed her signal. I used that code in everything I owned, even making it my alias because that number represented the days I had spent with Cassandra during our kidnapping. That number belonged to both of us, and now I was hearing an SOS with that exact count. I tried to do something with the helicopter's control screen to find the location provided by Cassandra’s SOS.

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