Tentical Locker Novels & Stories

Hello Monday. I hate you and Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday too. I opened my locker while jumping a little to the side to avoid whatever was going to pop out of it today. Today nothing popped out but there were loads of condoms inside my locker along with a note saying “Whore!!!”. Well, I guess this isn’t the worst Monday that I’ve had. Where can I donate condoms…? …

Each of them came with a secure terminal and a nice-looking chair, which a few thought was rather nice. Off to the side were a row of lockers, which were made with solid titanium, and were secured by genetic locks. Though they seemed secure, they were rather standard, and were the Helios equivalent of gym lockers. One of the walls had a large display, which was flanked by a number of smaller ones. Miko quickly went over to configure them while the others picked their desk and sat on their chairs. Eva configured one of the lockers and swung it open. She had half-expected it to have something in it, like leftover ammo, a moldy fruit, or a pair of old socks.

The heavy bolts slid back with a thunderous clack. Inside, the room was bathed in a haunting, pale blue light. Rows of metal lockers lined the walls, most of them forced open and stripped of their contents. But at the far end of the hall, near the humming server rack, stood three lockers that remained untouched. Alexander moved toward the server, his gun raised. "Elena, get back. Something’s wrong. The power draw here is too high for a dead facility." But Elena wasn't looking at the server. She was walking toward the third locker. It was smaller than the others, made of a dull, non-reflective titanium.

She pulled off the ribbon and opened the small white box, revealing a set of tattoo style chokers in a variety of colors. "Oh! I love these, I used to have some." "But that's not the whole gift. Here." The smaller package revealed a tiny silver padlock, the body a little bigger than a dime, shaped like a heart. . "See, the way it works is the chokers can be fastened with the padlock, like a collar, but it doesn't look like one, and your hair will hide the lock if you want it to. What do you think?" I looked up at Aly's eyes, which were shining with awe, her mouth open slightly. "Put one on me?"

I looked at the screen and I prayed to every version of my father I had ever known, the one who made pancakes on Sundays, the one who whispered riddles in the dark, the one who apparently played two of the most dangerous families in the city against each other and somehow thought love was enough of a shield to leave behind. The machine hissed. A series of deep clicks moved through the wall. The light turned green. But the locker didn't open. Instead the floor began to vibrate beneath our feet, a low, resonant rumble that climbed up through my legs and into my chest. The wall behind the pedestal was moving, the stone splitting cleanly down the centre, swinging wide to reveal a dark space that

I asked, my voice barely a whisper as I walked further into the room. "My private playroom," Tyler said, closing the door and locking it. "No one comes in here without my permission. Not even the high-paying members downstairs." I swallowed somewhat nervously. Why had he brought me to what he considered a private sanctuary? He walked to a long desk in the center of the room. With a methodical, practiced grace, he began to arrange five different pieces of equipment. They were sleek, made of high-grade silicone and polished steel, gleaming under the red neon.

Behind the door, three cold walls were full of metal lockers. Dr. Garner operated the computer and called out locker No. 7. Then, on the parallel tracks, locker No. 7 glided in front of Dr. Garner.

"I'll get you the enerlocks." Tirana came out from a storage room with four orb devices called enerlocks, each glowing different colors from the energy contained inside it. Len had learned about these when starting out, that these devices are used for absorbing and storing energy, like Tirana did with silverstream back in the Hibiscus House.

"You go back to the intake room. Re-check the lockers. If that pendant is anywhere in this building, find it before the Council’s inspectors arrive." I didn't wait for another word. I sprinted back to the sterile intake room, my heart hammering. I tore through the locker where Silas Crowe’s belongings were stored. Empty. Just a hockey jersey and a pair of worn skates. I leaned my head against the locker, closing my eyes. I could almost hear Sienna’s voice in my head, mocking me. Did you think you could win, Jack? I turned around, intending to check the Ravencroft Disposal Grounds—maybe someone had tossed it—when I saw a small, glimmering object wedged into the floor vent directly beneath the

Rick then said "Larry, I have a project for you. I want to build a room size vault in Ting Gap. Recently, Debbie and I have acquired a lot of expensive jewels. Some of it is being kept for my daughters, and the rest is for Debbie. But in total, there are several billion dollars worth of pieces and I want to keep them safe. The room needs to be fire proof as well as secure. Can you do it?" Larry replied "That's a piece of cake. The only issue is, where do you want this room located and what kind of door do you want. Will it have a secret lock or combination to it, or do you want to use keys? There is also the option to use a finger print lock or even a facial recognition system."