Your Password Novels & Stories

I gave up on thinking of a good password for my phone. Penny, being a genius, only took about five seconds to crack the code I thought of for an entire day. Seriously, I thought that my new password, ‘supermanpanties,’ wouldn’t be so easy to figure out.

I would only try the password once, and if it didn’t open, I wouldn’t try it again. I input the password I had in mind and closed my eyes waiting for the results.

" It is an exclusive place and I don't even know how I was allowed to refer to anyone, especially not by phone. You can go without fear that the fun there is guaranteed.” " We trust you, of course, but where is it and what is this password from two days ago? " Lara asked. " Oh, yes, the password changes every three days and the current password is: We always serve well to serve always.” " How generic and... commercial! " said Clara. " The last one was: Yes, I killed the birds. " said Lino, shrugging his shoulders. " Your cab is coming, I'll send the address where it will be today on your cell phone, Megan.”

She wouldn’t put it past Miki to do that, especially if she had half an inkling about the seriousness of what she and her brothers were involved in. Yuri sighed to herself. She then recalled what Miki had said to her a long time ago. Yuri, do you know what is the simplest password to remember, yet the most difficult password for others to know? You use the most obvious word as a password. Yuri frowned to herself. It can’t be that simple, can it? She then decided to take a chance, typing in what she thinks is the password that Miki would use in English: P-A-S-S-W-O-R-D-S.

I told him. "Don't waste time then. Come out. We will see what your home has in store for us." Shiva said. I was about to give up when the system finally booted up and asked for a password. A password? What might it be? I typed in our hospital's name. 'Access Denied' I typed in the archives security's name. 'Wrong password!' I typed in my mom's name. 'Try again!' Ok! Think! Think! I typed in Raajiv!

Fumbling quickly as I heard footsteps climbing up the stairs, probably his housekeeper, I pressed the power button. A large screen came on to the TV connected ahead. Of course, password protected. I smirked as I tried to think of what his password could possibly be. It was always the same for men like him. I typed in his name, nothing. I mean, that's obvious. He wouldn't use his name as his password but it was worth a try. What could his password possibly be? I tried Niko and still, nothing. I tried a combination of Niko and his birth date and it still wasn’t it. Ooh gosh, can this not be clever?

“I liked it where it was.” She rolls her eyes. “Because the only thing you had protecting your shit was a geriatric antivirus I made Mama and Baba stop using years ago. Half the beat cops in this city could’ve broken in.” I shake my head, trying to fight off reminders of work. “I had a password.” She levels a glare at me. “The password was your dad’s birthday. I guessed it on the second try.”

Vickie answered as she started it up. "Where'd you get it?" Kevin asked. "I wrote it," their aunt answered. "Did you forget what I do for a living?" The kids looked at each other, and Kevin said, "I don't think we ever knew." "Well, I'm in IT security," she said. "That's why I know how crappy your folks' passwords are." "How long will that take?" Dawn asked pointing to the screen as lines of code whizzed past in a small box. "Depends on how good the password is," Vickie said. "Unless it's really strong, with upper and lower case and special characters, maybe fifteen or twenty minutes."

A passcode panel. I glanced back, and Luke was already making his way toward me. “The passcode is 2003,” he said as he stopped beside me, his voice low and close enough to make me more aware of him than I should have been. “You can change it later, though. I figured you might want to use your birthday. That’s what most people do.” I smiled faintly, a little surprised he knew my birthday year? Then I remembered he must've seen it on my CV.

Peter wriggled his fat body and climbed out of bed, whispering in a low voice. Jenny rolled her eyes, not awake. Two meaty hands surreptitiously grabbed the mobile phone by her side, she quietly went to a corner far away from Jenny, unlocking the lock… “What's the password?” Peter furrows his brows, pouts, presses a few times with the tip of his fat leopard finger, glares, presses again, yes. “You know I love Peter the most.” The password to unlock the phone is Peter's birthday, 1112. The fat leopard's finger presses a series of numbers, which is the phone number of his father that he has memorized for a long time!