Radio Play Script Novels & Stories

She did not miss the flirtatious looks and the uncomfortable glares, the smirks and the sly looks that went on between both of them. "Sure," Jessica said her hand fumbling with the radio. She did not know how to use the radio so she had not yet been able to switch it on. "Here I got it," Xavier said placing his hands over her hands before going on to switch it on. She cleared her throat once again. "Can you increase the volume?" she asked dropping her hands on her lap. Xavier nodded and did so. The remaining ride to the hospital was filled with the intense edited voice of the news anchor and frequent advertisements.

"Of course, I am. I’ve been working on this car for god knows how long and finally it can work again." "Does the radio functioning?" I shrugged. "I don’t know. I forgot if I have check it or not." Tyler outstretched his finger and start turning on the button. There’s a slight sound coming from the radio. Tyler turning the FM tuner and finally settled on a station that often plays famous hit song. "The radio is working." There’s nothing holding me back plays on the radio. At first, I started humming because I was a bit shy singing in front of Tyler. When the song move to the chorus, I can’t help and sing along with it. What can I say? I love this song!

Oh my God, now he really hoped that the ancient radio would help him get information from the city. “Tsk, so you managed to get the battery working again?” He simply ignored Kenny's grunts and kept his focus on the radio. He actually almost shouted with joy because the battery that he had been drying for two days was finally able to be used. It just took a little more patience to find the right frequency on that ancient radio, and after that he could listen to any news coming from the city. “Kiev, can you get my sunscreen cream inside?” Kiev simply did not listen to his wife's screams. Right now his focus was only on his old-fashioned radio which slowly started broadcasting the latest news a

It was a voice filled with static, warmth, and the imperfections of a real human throat. "This is Port Trinity," the broadcast began, Leo’s voice carrying across the harbor. "We have food. We have water. If you can hear this, stop waiting for the circle. Look at the person next to you. Talk to them. The grid is gone, but we are still here." The effect was electric. The catatonia broke. A man stood up and helped an elderly neighbor. A group of teenagers began to unload the grain bags. The "Noise" was returning—the messy, uncoordinated, beautiful noise of people making choices.

He handed me a radio and I rolled my eyes. “What’s to stop me from trying to call for help?” I smiled, but he turned around to glare at me in annoyance. “Please, do try to call someone.” A smile broke out over his face, forcing a shiver to run down my spine. “I would love to see how good my security is at keeping their promises.” He turned and left and left and the door locked again. I sighed and looked at the radio for a moment before calling out over it. I knew she wouldn’t be able to reply in her current form, and since I didn’t have anything else to do, I might just as well help the poor girl. There was no indication of damn time and I had no idea how long we were struggling before I hea

All of the men inside were quite, if they don't move, I'll possibly think they are human size statue of armed men. “Yeah, let's hold on that hope of yours.” I sarcastically replied, rolling my eyes. I'm still not happy with this set-up. What if their plan failed? Oh, good luck to all of us. “Status update, over.” Rey's radio brought a deep voice, releasing it into the car. “Currently scattered, over.” He answered putting the radio near his mouth. Who would think they still use it, wow what a surprise. The only group I saw using that are the policemen or anyone who works in the government.

Mac looks at me confused, but turns up the volume a bit anyway. “Hello?” someone, a boy, says on the radio. There is someone there? Does anyone hear me? My air trails off, my heart stops beating, tones roll off my face, and an unusual but natural sensation sits comfortably on my chest. I am aware of that voice! My fingers tremble as I scramble to pull the amp out of the radio, somehow figuring out which button to push before I speak. "S-Melido?" My voice trembles too, I do everything.

Diane sat in the broadcasting studio, with makeup, and dressed ready to broadcasting a news, she read the news script on her desk casually, before the broadcast aired in fifteen minutes. A man handed a new papers containing the updated news script, everyone and also Diane got the script. Diane read the script while knitted her brows. "David why this is script different from what we discussed before the broadcast?" Diane stared at the monitor, speaking into the microphone on her blouse where only David could hear from the control room.

After keeping the tissue, Xynthia slapped her head and said, “I just told Larisa we’d play Script Murder with some of my other university friends.” “Do you want to come?” “Script Murder?” Harvey froze upon hearing the name. “What’s that?” “It’s just a role-playing game,” Xynthia replied. “Everyone who participates in the game has their own script for their characters, just like in the movies! It’s really fun!” “The script for tonight is a spy war set during the republic.” Harvey basically understood the game—Script Murder was essentially a make-believe game for young adults. Harvey let out a sigh.

I ignored them all. “This is crazy.” Kylian said. “Surreal,” I agreed. And it was. Like something out of a movie. I was still waiting for someone to shake me awake and tell me my real life was midterms and burnt coffee again. The drive to the White House was not peaceful. George had claimed control of the radio, blasting opera at full volume, and, God help me, he actually sang along. Miserably. As if that wasn’t enough, Rayan decided he’d add percussion. Not with actual instruments, but with his mouth. “Boom, cha. Boom-boom, cha!”