I’m uncertain how the red phone booths of England became a symbol of that entire country, but it absolutely has. A quick scan of any jet setters Instagram account will confirm. I think anytime most people see one of these iconic, but obsolete booths, their noggin is immediately filled with images of beefeaters, the royal family and odd looking taxis.

I may be the exception. When I see one of th...

“This is our father, who left us a long time ago.  He was a telephone man who fell in love with long distances; he gave up his job with the telephone company and skipped the light fantastic out of town. . . .The last we heard of him was a picture postcard from Mazatlan, on the Pacific coast of Mexico, containing a message of two words—'Hello-Good-bye!' and no address.”

[The Glass Menagerie,

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We’re lucky, because on the side of the building is a big window that’s open. We climb in and carefully walk around. There is no one there. In the far end corner of the building we see the familiar shape of a phone booth. Carefully we walk closer and indeed there is our red phone cell. It still looks in good shape. There also happens to be a truck in the building and some lifting equipment. That b...

Frost stood at the edge of the pack’s territory, the cold wind biting at his fur as he stared into the distance. The Snowfall had brought with it a strange silence, a stillness that felt wrong. Every time he tried to shake the feeling, it crept back, deeper and more suffocating.

Lina was sick. Frost knew it, even though she refused to admit it. He could see it in the way her eyes were dulling, in...

It was a cool spring evening as I walked up a winding trail near an old, picturesque village in England. My friend and I, worn out from a long hike, were searching for a place to rest. Just as we were about to reach the peak, a sign appeared on the path, its worn letters warning: “Turn back now, or continue if you dare.” My friend—a daredevil by nature—smirked and marched ahead, ignoring my quiet ...

Annabel and I immediately drive to St. Pancras station and take the first train to France. Int he train we get to know each other a bit better. Annabel tells that she’s been working with the global phone company now for five years. “You’ll have a great time with this job”, she tells me. The train goes really fast and within a few hours we’re in Paris. I love this adventure, taking me all over Euro...

I started going through time, all the way from 1893, when I saw this telephone box, I thought it was the most wonderful little telephone box I had ever seen. I knew I had to time travel to the future with it. The future, I thought, I had never been to the future, I wonder what it's like. I have to know. I touched the box and thought of the year 2024. That was so far in the future though. Would I b...

As fast as I’ve seen anyone ever drive, Annabel races with the pick up car through the streets of London. “Where are we going?” I ask her, while being glad I’m wearing my seatbelt. “We’re going to the office, we have to talk with the director”, she answers, while keeping the eyes on the road. “You mean the guy from dinner, last night?” “Yes, him indeed. He’ll know what to do do.” With shredding ti...

The highway was desolate, stretching through miles of empty terrain under a thick, cloudy sky. Nathan was driving alone, the hum of his car’s engine the only sound breaking the stillness. He was on his way back from a business trip, hours past midnight, his mind wandering as the endless road unraveled before him.

Without warning, his car sputtered and lurched. The engine coughed, and then everyth...

The next morning Annabel meets me at the lobby of the hotel, wearing her blue overall again and I’m wearing mine. “Good morning! Where are we going?” I ask excitedly. “We’ll go to Greenwich st the side of the city. It’s the point where time is GMT + 0 and it’s the location of the very first global telephone. I’ll show you how they work and how you can repair the broken ones”. We walk outside and w...