Radio Novels & Stories

Yorick took out three tiny devices and passed it on to Sia, Jay, and Ron. “These are ‘Radio Wave Communicators (RWCs). They will help us stay connected. Any radar or technology can’t detect its waves. Just squeeze the button and type one letter at a time. It takes time, so use it only in case of an emergency.” It was evening by the time they left. They decided that the next time they wanted to meet, they will use RWCs to contact each other. While departing, her father’s words flashed in Sia’s mind, ‘The morning comes after the darkest hour. If you feel things are turning bad, just hang in there. Soon, everything will be sorted, and you will wonder why you want

The green light on the screen flickered slightly every time the wind blew hard off the river. It's a wireless radio signal, Noah realized. It isn't in our brains. It's an external radio wave sent from that tablet to the receiver inside the tower! Noah shifted his eyes toward the water. Maya was still at the steering wheel of the motorboat, holding the throttle stick tight. She wasn't looking at Vance. She was looking straight at Noah, her sharp eyes scanning his frozen posture. When Noah caught her eye, he blinked twice, then flicked his eyes toward the tall iron radio tower ten feet behind Vance.

Just the crackle of flames and the distant echo of gunfire. "Aureliano," I plead. "Is he..." Static. Then, the channel cuts out completely. The green dots flicker. And disappear. "No," I whisper. I tap the console. I check the signal strength. Nothing. Radio silence. I sit in the dark basement, the headset pressing against my ears, listening to the white noise of my own terror. They are gone.

"Channel 9 to charity unit on wet line. If you are carrying unauthorized medical load, do not answer on open band. Repeat, do not answer." Sarah's hand hovers near the handset. Nadia shakes her head. The baby makes a small sucking motion in the fish box. I finish one last pull of the pump and cap the bottle with shaking fingers. The radio gives one low tone. Then another. An old call sign clicks through the static, worn but unmistakable: "Saint Lark Channel 9 receiving."

Even in bare-faced swimming mode, her beauty was undiminished. "Bumping into someone while carrying the ball," Ray said, dead serious. Honey paused, then poked him with her tiny fists. "Pervert!" She was clearly playing coy, otherwise why swim now? And of course, she had deliberately chosen a three-piece swimsuit—what a body. … On a whim, Ray pulled out the walkie-talkie. He knew other residents were likely communicating on different channels. Even in a high-end community with just a few dozen households, they could easily operate ten or twenty channels. Radio frequencies weren't encrypted, so if anyone tuned in at the right time, eavesdropping could be fun.

one side of his lip twitched upwards in a grin. Annie smiled, her whole body feeling fuzzy because she never pictured herself sitting in a booth, drinking smoothies with Leo Smith. Hearing him say he's going to make her watch those movies meant that he must want to hang out with her again, which was a new and odd but still happy feeling for Annie. "Okay, what about music?" Leo asked, leaning forward. "What do you listen to?" Annie puckered out her lips in thought, Leo smiling at the cute sight. "Anything... chill. Khalid, Post Malone, Billie, Roy Woods." She looked at him worriedly, continuously getting anxious with the thought that he might find her weird.

Suddenly, a very loud noise interrupts us; it’s the door, which won’t stop banging. No matter how hard we try to ignore it, it’s too persistent. I get off him suddenly and lie down on the bed. At the same time, my mobile starts to glow; I hadn’t realised it was on vibrate. I have four missed calls on the screen. ‘Estela... Estela... come here, please,’ Sam shouts at me from the living room, and I ignore the calls. I quickly pull on my dress without any underwear, as Sam is rushing me with his constant shouts.

Mrs Spencer tells us as we seek permission to leave. "We will try," Elsa says flashing her a dashing smile. "Well you both have to. It has been a while since I have seen my wife this Happy," Mr Spencer says looking at his wife lovingly. Then there is a knock at the door which brings all our attention to it. "Sam go check who is there," his mother says. He goes for a while and comes back. "Dad its a message for you from the General," Samuel says not looking too happy. "Well what did he say?"

I looked at the screen and frowned. “Who’s Bobby Fuzz Jones?” Adara grinned as she sat down on the couch with Kai. “It’s Robert.” I was still frowning because I didn’t get it. “Hi, Robert.” “Kiran!” I held the phone away from my ear as he yelled out my name. “I was so worried about you.” “Yeah, I won’t recommend it.” He laughed with relief. “Adara said you were fine, but you know, I still worried. She said I could bring Christian home in an hour. I’m going past the store if you guys need anything.”

she began. "Wait, stop!" I called and took the phone from Mom. "Put on some loud music, they're probably listening right now." I said. I handed the phone back to mom as Iris did as I asked. "We're one street away. Do the fog now" Mom said. "Okay. Done." she replied. "Now the silence spell and the scent spell out the back door" Mom continued. "Done. You better come now. It's not going to get better than this" Iris said.