The Voice On The Radio Novels & Stories

I said in the ice cold Brass microphone. My voice echoed in the silence of the cabin. ‘We have receive your SOS signal. We are here to answer.” In seconds, only the sum of our systems was heard. Then the radio was cracked. A strong noise mixed with the noise blubbing water and metallic clicks. “Signal... verified,” a distorted, deep-hearing voice came through the ether. You did not sound like an AI of consortium, it sounded damp and incredibly old. “External pressure conditions deadly. How do you have the depths of dry

I watched him take in the twins, the two dark haired children looking back at him with identical serious expressions, and I watched something change in his face. Something I recognised. The particular look of a person who has just realised they are standing at the edge of something large without any map for it. He stepped back from the car without another word and pulled out his radio. I sat at the gate of Blackthorn Pack with my children in the back seat and my heart doing something irregular and painful in my chest and I waited. The radio crackled. I heard the warrior’s voice, low and careful. I heard static. Then I heard, distant and unmistakable through the small speaker, a voice that fi

Steve’s voice could be heard. ⸻

As soon as those words were spoken, the scene grew noticeably quieter. Ford's shouting caught in his throat, and Grace even forgot to cry. Both of them stared straight at the tablet. Off in the distance, the smug look on Sonya's face vanished instantly. A flash of panic flickered through her eyes. The next second, the head nurse began operating the tablet and turned the screen toward the onlookers, her voice clear and firm.

A man’s voice. “I have chosen who will live.”

the first voice commanded. "Negative. The walls are lined with lead and insulation. It’s a dead zone." "Then find her. Tear the place apart." I heard things crashing. Furniture being overturned. The sound of the kitchen counter being ripped apart. "Mommy..." Adrian whimpered. I clamped my hand over his mouth gently. "Shh. Not a sound." Suddenly, a voice came over a radio in the other room. "Unit 2 to Base. The brother is secured." My blood ran cold. Damian.

Alessia asked as she pushed the door open and looked at me with a mixture of concern and exhaustion. "Listen to them, Alessia, because they are talking about the stations and they are going to do it tonight while everyone is sleeping," I said as I held the radio out toward her, but she just looked at the device and then back at me with a confused expression. "I don't hear anything but static, Matteo, so I think the serum is just making you hear things that aren't there and you need to lie down before you hurt yourself," she said as she walked over and tried to take the radio from my hand, but I pulled it away because the voices were getting louder and more frantic.

“I’m talking to you, and you won’t even speak—what do you want me to do? Read your mind?!” I threw my hands up. “I can’t do that! I don’t have that power!” Finally, I heard a sound from him—but it was just a low, quiet laugh. He ran his fingers through his gray hair, then pulled something from his pocket. It wasn’t a phone—it was a small radio, the kind I’d only seen soldiers use in movies. My brow furrowed as he held it to his ear. Static crackled through it at first, then a voice cut through sharp and clear:

But as always, the initial intention was one hundred percent pure practice and ended with a big question mark. Kia is looking for their favorite radio frequency wave 100.1 FM. Radio station 100.1 FM is indeed the whole school student's favorite radio channel. At this hour, Willy the star of radio broadcaster will definitely be on an airing time program, which discusses school life, delinquency of youth, romance, friendship, basically the topic of teenage problems. Willy's distinctive voice and a myriad of talks with his broadcast partner Edwin with the theme this time ‘teenage boys and BF’. When it comes to guys who like to watch blue movies, there is no end. All of the guys, anyone, where a

Sava’s voice carries over the radio, jarring me from the fog of lust that had settled over my mind. “Just switched over Sava?” I respond over the radio, needing Sava to repeat his message.