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Part 1-1: Wifi
The problems concerning demons and evil clocks began like many of my problems do: with a terrible wifi connection.
I sat in Glenscot’s Cafe, known for wide windows, excellent pastries, and a typically decent wireless signal. But now, I stared daggers at my laptop, trying in vain to research commercial real estate prices in the area. Instead of search results, ‘connection timeout’ errors filled the screen.
My name is Alena Bisk. My quick life story involves a standard issue childhood, oldest kid in a litter of three, a classic ‘didn’t know what she wanted to do when she grew up.’ Did some college, didn’t like it, started my own business in a big city once, failed, and am now trying again in a smaller town. I’m romantically hopeless and great at cooking soup. The last name is a phonetic coincidence.
“Can you check your phone?” I asked my friend and roommate, who sat across from me, scribbling in her notepad. I had reset everything twice with zero luck.
“My phone is on a bus, presently,” she said, without looking up.
“You forgot it on a bus?”
“No.”
“You… left it on a bus. On purpose.”
“Yes.”
Her name is Deluxe Prime. Legally, yes, that’s her name. Was she born with it? I’m going to guess no, but she doesn’t ever talk about that, though she has assured me she is not an extraterrestrial nor a robot in disguise. I think she’s older than me, maybe early thirties. Barely five foot, she’s twitchy, deadly smart and has about twenty pets of varying species and they are all named Lobster (including the pet lobster). She also spent some unknown chunk of her life in hedge fund management or something fancy like that, and is the reason I can still live in a condo with my own bathroom while being unemployed. I owe her a lot and as such, I have a lot of patience for her.
So, despite the stressful wifi situation, I sat there, arms crossed, waiting for her to go on. The notebook scribbling continued. I cleared my throat.
She looked up, slow, and blinked at me. “I don’t have my phone, Alena. It’s—”
“On a bus, yeah. Why is it on a bus?”
“GPS irregularities. Suspected ones. You can text the bus stop numbers to receive estimated arrival times but I’ve overheard people complaining of gaps up to twenty minutes. I wanted to collect my own data; it’s logging its travels while also sending automated messages to the stops.”
“What if someone steals it?”
“No, the folks here are too nice. Plus, I’ve mounted it underneath a seat.” She jabbed the back of my laptop screen while delivering this information. “I attached a vague note about it being police equipment, and a klaxon alarm is set to trigger if it’s removed from its little nest for too long.”
“Ah, so not unlike how a bomb might behave.”
“Minus the rapid material expansion. Don’t worry, I’ve framed the police for it anyhow.”
“Alright girl genius, you can rig up a phone to automatically run your hobbies, can you get this blasted wifi to work?” I spun my computer around at her. She cracked her knuckles and began to poke at it while I scanned the rest of the cafe, trying to see if anyone else was struggling. It was only us, two little old ladies and a dude reading a book. I scoped out the title because I like to judge people based on the covers of the books they read. It was called The Secret to Living. Self improvement, most likely. I awarded the stranger some preliminary points.
He must have sensed my gaze, because he looked up and met my eyes.
“Wifi?” I mouthed at him, and made a shrugging gesture toward the ceiling, which is where I assume wifi comes from in places like cafes.
He knitted his brows and narrowed his eyes. Maybe he hadn’t understood.
“Do you know if the wifi is down?” I tried, with my voice.
Instead of answering, he closed his book and came toward our table. He wasn’t wearing the usual expression of a boy who was keen to meet some new girls; he seemed quite concerned, or almost pained, as if the wifi had also eluded him for many grueling minutes and he needed to talk to someone about it.
As he got closer, I noticed an unfocused glaze in his eyes. This raised a big ole red flag. I deducted his points and sized him up. He wasn’t a large dude—kinda skinny and spindly actually. Clean cut save for some peach fuzz, plain fashion-wise: light blue t-shirt, dark blue jeans. But up close, what I’d pegged as concern was beginning to look more like shell shock. He looked through and past my shoulder with intensity, mouth open a touch, brows all scrunched up.
“Hey, uh,” I started, but was interrupted by a detonation outside.
There was a dull thud, followed by a sharp wham! The power flickered, all the plates rattled, and the two old ladies yelped in unison. We heard glass shattering from somewhere outside, then it was swallowed up by a symphony of car alarms.
Instinct carried me to the big windows before I knew what was happening. I glanced around the street, trying to look for anything that might give me answers. The old ladies joined me, along with an employee from somewhere in the back. They began to talk at the same time.
“Sounded like an explosion?”
“Came from a few streets over I think!”
“Should we call the sheriff's department?”
“They had to have heard it too!”
“Did you see anything honey?”
I thought the last one had been directed at me, so I started to shake my head. Then fingers gripped my elbow, yanking me backwards. I spun, now remembering that I’d turned my back to the strange man with the dead eyes. I sucked in air and balled a fist, only to see Deluxe.
“That was southwest. Street level. Didn’t sound or feel chemical though. Can’t smell it either,” she said. I barely paid attention, instead eyeballing the creepy guy. He stood where I’d left him. His eyes were free of the weird look, and he gazed out the window like everyone else.
“I wanna see it, before it gets cordoned off,” Deluxe said, tugging at me. As if on cue, the long cry of emergency sirens rose through the blatting, shrieking car alarms. I looked down at my friend. She had my laptop under one arm.
“Couldn’t fix the wifi. But renamed some of your poorly labeled folders.” She released my elbow and handed me the computer. “Let’s go!”
I took it and followed her.
“Wifi?”
We stopped and looked back. The man regarded us, eyebrows raised.
“Wifi,” he said again.
“Couldn’t fix it, right. Who are you?” said Deluxe.
“Willy.” He smiled a perfectly normal, relaxing smile. Outside, the sirens wailed and the alarms blared. He closed his eyes, and looked peaceful.
“Yeah,” I said, trying not to stare. “Let’s go.”
Mind you, I had no interest in seeing what had blown up. Admittedly, I have precious little experience with explosions, but as a rule I try to keep some distance between them or places where they’ve happened. But I wanted to get away from Wifi Willy, so I was happy to let Deluxe lead us out and away.
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Alena seems like a weird fellow, what kind of a lady measures a man based on the book he is reading, he could be serial killer 😅
Her complex character will be a major turn on, in the story. Hopefully she finds her phone.
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Oh no! the story starts with a bang, now we have to wait for the next episode to find out about the explosion. Was that cellphone Alena planted in the bus caused this? who knows. !PIZZA
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Paranormal stories have always caught my attention and captivated, and more so if they arise from events created with urban fantasy, a large clock is related to prophecies of the Hebrew people.
Exciting start, looking forward to part two! Thanks for sharing.
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Started accidentally with part 3, got me interested, this one, the start, got me properly hooked, and now I want to read it all. 😁
Will stay around, keep an eye open for more.
Delicious writing, btw.
Haha why thank you! If you like I can add you to the readlist so that you're pinged upon new releases as well as the giveaways that go along with the story :)
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Deluxe sounds like a fascinating lady :) ... She has me curious!
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I got caught up in this story!
Thank you for sharing it
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I'm glad you're enjoying it! Will be sharing a few more parts this week for sure :)
Let me know if you're interested in joining the readlist (you get mentioned when a new part comes out and I sometimes do private prize spins for readlist members).
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Of course I want you to add me to the list. I'll be happy to continue reading the story.
Thanks in advance.
Haha awesome! I'll get you on there straight away :)
Thank you! I tell you that when I get caught up in a story, I don't stop until I read the end of it. So you can imagine that I'm already anxious to read the whole story hahaha.
Fair enough! Though this one will trickle out probably for more than a year… 😬. But it is episodic, so at least it’ll feel like a story has been completed at the end of episode 1, etc.
Interesting story. surprisingly, I started plotting out a story series to share on the hive blockchain as well, just haven't been sure how it would be received, so haven't shared it out yet.
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Thank you! Scholar & Scribe has evolved into a little haven of serial stories on Hive, so when you're ready feel free to share here 😀
Very nice way of writing!! Love the story so far. !PIZZA
Thank you for the kind words! This story was one of one of my all time favourites to write. I hope that comes through in the words :)
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I'm hooked. Put me on a notification list for this.
Haha will do! Welcome to the read list :)
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I am craving more of it. Wifi Willy seems like an interesting character. Trash that, all the characters are intriguing.
Haha thank you! :)
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Oh what a very interesting beginning. The character of deluxe got me hooked and I'm on my way now to read the other parts.... very beautiful.
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Amazing, I hope the story stay interesting for you :)
Deluxe will definitely have many more things to say!
fantastic! You started off with a bang - s'cuse the pun! hehe But I'm gripped...I love that you're writing from a female perspective! Your writing is truly exceptional, Jordy! On to the next episode NOW! I dropped in from Dreemport this evening. !LUV !ALIVE !PIZZA
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Haha all good! Gotta consume at whatever pace works for ya. That's the beauty of on-chain serial stuff: it can never die ;)
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