Unscramble Dialing Novels & Stories

After that, she navigated through the phone app and pressed the speed dial designated at number one as per her cousin's instruction. Ms. Nordstrome placed the phone right next to her right ear and not long after that, her eyes bugged out. She turned to Jodi as though she was seeking for an explanation and that was when I saw the other party mouthed something as a reply, "Harold," That was what I could read base from the movement of Jodi's lips. Ms. Nordstrome nodded her head after that then she returned to the call. "We're on our way." She said over the line and then she followed it with a "Hmm.." afterward.

I turned notebooks like they were glass. Then I heard it, my wife gasped. “Here!” She held up Diana’s old pink jotter, bent at the edges, the corners smudged with ink and time. At the very back, scribbled in bold black letters: EVA – +1 415-255-8181 I didn't hesitate. I grabbed my phone and dialed instantly. It rang. Once. Twice. A girl answered, cautiously. “Hello?” “This is Diana’s father,” I said flatly. “Is she with you?”

If she quickly dialed his number and sent a message, it could alert him to her current situation. God was on her side. Jim's phone wasn't password-protected. Diana quickly found the dial pad. Just as she pressed the first digit, 1, a loud sound echoed, as if from an old-fashioned radio: "One." Diana's heart skipped a beat. She instinctively touched her pregnant belly, reassuring her unborn child. Only then did she manage to glance toward Jim. Thankfully, he was still working. Diana hurriedly muted the sound and pressed the second digit, five. However, the phone emitted another loud dialing sound, again reminiscent of an old-fashioned phone. "Five!"

It looks like junk left to rot. I kneel beside it, tearing away the frozen overgrowth. The rust flakes off under my gloves, revealing the steel hatch beneath. Manual lock. A heavy combination dial that feels stiff with cold. I pull out my phone, shielding the screen’s glow. The code Isla showed me from her mother’s letter. 42-18-88. I grip the dial. It grinds, metal on metal. Right to 42. Left to 18. Right to 88. The internal tumblers catch with a heavy click. The hatch releases, popping up an inch.

Diya lingered by the door, straining to listen but unable to hear anything. Her father didn’t answer, so Lena sent a quick message: "Something came up. I can’t make it. Don’t wait for me, and don’t call my phone for now. If it’s urgent, reply here—my friend will pass it along. We’ll be in touch." In just two minutes, Lena returned the phone to Diya, but accidentally tapped on the call log, revealing that the last few calls had all been to a country with a +44 area code.

This had to be some useless glitch. I dialed his number. No answer. Fuck.

Unlocked it, then took a deep breath and dialed the number. I lifted the phone to my ear and listened as it began to ring.

I said and dialed his number "Hey watch where you're going" I heard someone say "Sorry" I said without looking at who it was and I headed back outside to make the call... Dialing... No wait, let me just message him instead. I said and ended the call 📞Diana: Hey El, 📞Elliot: Hi Diana, How are you doing? 📞Diana: Yeah I'm fine. Um can you do me a favor please? 📞Elliot: If it doesn't involve the cops let's hear it

the Corp said in a megaphone installed in their car. So that means they already know that I am Lilian, damn I thought this disguise would work. I had to make a run for it, so I increased the velocity of the vehicle. Making different unnecessary turns and bends just to shake them off but they wouldn't go off my tail. "Phone dial engineer" I sent a command to my phone. "Dialing engineer" it responded quickly and began to place a call to the engineer that I got the car from. "Hello miss, are you enjoying the product?" he answered from the other end of the phone.

God please. I dialed it again. “THE LINE YOU ARE TRYING TO REACH IS OUT OF SERVICE” My fingers slipped on the buttons as I redialed again. Papa…. Papa pick up. Papa please pick— “THE LINE YOU ARE TRYING TO REACH IS OUT OF SERVICE” I couldn’t breathe. I struggled to take in air into my lungs as I sank to my knees. Dial it again. Dial it again. But it was taking longer to connect this time. I waited, my heart in my throat as silence echoed from the other end of my phone.