Your Password Novels & Stories

This is more fun than my Friday night telly, to be honest. She turned her frosty gaze to me. ‘Right then, let’s get you sorted. We’ll change your password, eh? And for next time, I’d strongly recommend using the fingerprint lock exclusively. That password of yours… a date, was it? Doesn’t seem to be your birthday, though. You wouldn’t make a rookie mistake like that. What was it?’ I thought of the password I’d set in a moment of bitter triumph, the date Cary finally signed the divorce papers. I felt my cheeks grow warm.

When he got to the entrance of the building, the guards stationed there asked for the password. The password, his mind screamed. He racked his brains very quickly, "Well... the password is..", he said slowly, stalling for time. His mind had been in disarray since last night that he had forgotten he needed a password and the password he had painstakingly got from an unsuspecting couple. He tried to recall the conversation that led him to discovering the password. And calked on his wolf to help him.

I threw my hands in the air, exasperated. "That's what I'm saying! I have no idea how it happened! My wife doesn't even know my password! Otherwise, I would suggest she changed the number or contact name." Richard raised an eyebrow in disbelief. "She doesn't know your password? Are you sure about that, man?"

"Try guessing the password." So, they started another round of password guessing. Nothing worked—not Rebecca's birthday, not combinations of their birthdays, nothing. Her head pounded. "It's not working! The password is a mix of numbers, letters, and symbols. We could try forever and never get it." "Wait, let me think. Try this!" He gave her a combination of letters, numbers, and symbols. It worked! "What kind of magic combination was that?" "His old gaming account password from college. Stop talking and keep looking!"