Radio Novels & Stories

A knock sounded on the door and she broke the kiss earning a frustrated groan from me as she moved off me hesitantly going to the door and I sat up on the bed already knowing exactly what was about to happen. I grabbed the remote turning on the television as the three of them began running towards the bed as expected, leaving Cassi to close the door. "Mom," Trinity called out laying beside me pointing to the remote and I handed it to her, watching as Cassi picked up her phone probably calling Jason. "Mom, can we get popcorn?" Jordan asked and I nodded getting up walking out of the room, immediately going into the kitchen. I pulled open the pantry getting three different bags of popcorn knowi

9090 Anya's pov The red light on the radio console blinked in the damp, suffocating darkness of the cabin. It was a slow, agonizingly steady pulse that cast a faint, rhythmic crimson glow across the old man’s weathered face and stark white hair. Click. Click. Click. The sound of raw static filled the small, wood-paneled room—a dry, scratching noise that sounded like stiff paper being violently scraped against a rough wooden floorboard. It was a frequency that should have been dead, a relic of a time we thought we had left behind on the mainland.

Romero and all Everesters intone in unison: Ohhh. “A what?” Principal Aguilar asks. “A jammer,” Nurse Judy explains, “blocks signals between a cell tower and all devices within a certain radius.” Turning to Mr. Romero, she asks: “What’s the range of that thing?” “It’s not that powerful,” Mr. Romero defends. “About eight, nine meters.” “Why the fudge do you have it?” Principal Aguilar thunders. “Turn it off right this instant!”

Edward asked. Rasmus laughed, “no, your highness, if you break that screen now, you will see nothing but wires. It’s a faster way the humans communicate with the world at large. It’s a transmitter, it transmits visual images and sound and they use it to broadcast programs like entertainment, information and education. Here,” he brought out his phone from his pocket, “this is called a cell-phone, it is just like the television but more portable. But this one comes with a plus, I can pass message to you no matter the distance and you will receive it in seconds. I can even call you, and no matter where you are, we can talk and hear each other’s voices.” Edward listened with less interest, “I se

He just set them in your hands. My heart hiccupped. “Where?” “Start in the easy places,” he said. “We’ll get to the ugly ones.” We moved like a small storm through empty rooms. He explained as he worked because he knows I think with words. “This is a near-field receiver,” he said, tapping the wand. “It tells me who’s singing. This”—he lifted the analyzer—“tells me who’s singing where on the radio spectrum. We scan, we triangulate, we take apart a wall, we curse, we find the thing. Repeat.”

Loud static comes from it, a speaker on top of the puck-like object. “It scrolls through radio waves, letting us pick up words we would miss otherwise. We sometimes get messages that come through between the radio stations. This one lets them produce words on the screen that the device can read out to us. They can pick which one they want to communicate through. Set that one on the table there. I’ll put this one further away.” April looked at the two devices on the table beside the laptop. The laptop was still open to a series of disturbing photos. Ten photos in total and they were all creepy in that their own way. So many photo

He was no longer trying not to stand out. He made a cell-phone jammer and tried it, then put it in their car right below where Jodie sat-shotgun. Miniaturized old-fashioned jammers operated on battery and worked better than the new ones, in this case at least. It’s parallel radio-frequency jams one-way signal, tricking the mobile into thinking there’s no network. She might have called or texted someone in the public restroom but her phone was an ampute version of itis previous self once she steped inside this car. She wont be receiving any messages anytime soon.

Just like FM, all the stations were static, but as I was about to turn it off, the continuous search paused on a random frequency. I sucked in a breath. "... anyone can hear this, my daddy won't wake up." It was a young boy. "Momma called 911 when he wouldn't wake up, but they didn't answer so she said to stay here. She left this morning, and still isn't back. Have you seen my momma? She has brown hair and brown eyes..." The boy sniffled. "Her name's Gina. I know I'm not sposed to, but I'm using Daddy's radio... Daddy? Daddy! You're okay!"

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Airah stated, then pulled out the radio hanging from her waist and started talking on it. "South and North exit, this is Airah. We have a situation here. Do you copy?" "Air-, this is So-en-co-" "A- a- em- cy-" They looked at each other in surprise at the rattling sound. They didn't understand what the people on the other line said. "What's wrong? Is it broken?" Iston asked, frowning at the radio. "Impossible! This is new. South and North exit, this is Airah! Do you copy? I repeat, do you copy?!"