A Bend In The Road By Nicholas Sparks 소설 & 이야기

Soon he was out in the deserted, alien, lush countryside. He didn’t mind. He loved the mysterious greenery that flashed past his headlights. He didn’t even mind the rain, but as he turned a suddenly sharp bend, he had to tramp on the brakes, and he felt the car’s back wheels slew across the road. Coolly, he turned into the spin, got it under control, and took the bend safely. There was no oncoming traffic, but he lowered the speed, then winced as a sudden bolt of lightning lit the sky.

Hearing that, Edward Crayon quickly gestured for the driver to get the hell out of that place before another car got to their back and the driver immediately did as he was asked and drove the car backward before finding a way to have a u-turn and drove away from the road that was undone. The new road was lonely and free. There were not more than two cars on the road and they were moving past them. There were only trees and trees on the side of the road, beautiful trees and plants. The lonely road felt long as Edward Crayon returned his gaze to the newspaper that he was reading. “How many minutes would it take for us to get home?” he asked the driver. “Thirty minutes remaining.” Thirty minute

Dirman, who used to be idealistic, had gradually turned into a pragmatist, being carried away by the currents of the camp that legalized various ways to achieve goals. The distance between Hotel Brown Palace and the Siupala University was not so far, about 3 km. When Dirman's car was less than 500 meters before the campus, the traffic was congested. Inevitably, Dirman's road was slightly hampered. The passing vehicles were running at less than 20 km/h. There was reconstruction for the water channel on the side of the road. There was seen the project officer who worked to repair the channel. There were also security officers trying to unravel the congestion so that traffic returned smoothly.

The road no one had thought to guard began as a gap between two leaning pines. Caleb stopped the lead truck at the edge of it and stared through the windshield with open disgust. “No.” Gabriel stood on the running board, one hand braced against the door frame. “This is the service trail.” “This is a deer having a nervous breakdown.” “It widens after the first bend.” “Does it widen into a road?” Gabriel paused. Caleb closed his eyes. “I hate you a little again.”

He seemed to be in complete control. “Weston!” The man threw her a sidelong glance before she could finish her sentence. With a mischievous smile, he suddenly floored the accelerator; the engine gave an ambitious roar and spurted even faster! They came to a sharp bend ahead. On the left was a rocky mountain wall and on the right was a bottomless cliff. On the hilly road, one could see the streamlined race car completed an insane car drift on that bend; its shining body painted a dazzling silver line across the skyline under the moonlight.

’ he glanced back to ask, a man with no face. 'Yes.’ She nodded vigorously and slid her arms round his waist, clinging tightly as the bike roared into motion. Bumping, skidding, it careered down the uneven path, then met the crossroad at the bottom and took the lanes at speed. Out in the open now, Spike let out the throttle. An arrow-straight Roman road lay before them, cutting a swathe through the countryside.

The sun, relentless and unforgiving, beat down on the dusty path leading from the servants’ quarters to the main house. I was ten, and the path was etched into my memory, every pebble, every crack. It was a route I knew intimately, yet one I was rarely allowed to fully explore. My world was largely confined to the small, neat rooms behind the imposing mansion, a world of hushed conversations and the ever-present scent of cleaning products and warm food.

The wind is thinner here, tinged with the sharp scent of pine and ash. The moment I see the bend in the road where the trees thin and the cliffside dips into the valley, something in me tightens. This is where the car exploded and thought Liam and I wouldn't make.

And Sirens, who can sing with the power that Zoe wields, are unique. I look at Zoe’s slight form with concern. Her chest rises and falls slowly. Her skin is pale, and there are shadows beneath her eyes. She looks fragile, and it angers me that she had to go through this. I turn on my floodlights to get a better look at the wet, darkened road. It had rained earlier in the day. The road is quiet and empty, giving out an ominous feel. I maneuver the Road Runner swiftly down the darkened road as I make my way home. Unfortunately, I’m so caught up on what to do about Zoe that I don’t see the dark figure standing in the middle of the road until it’s too late. Without a thought, I turn the wheel to

in bed. An hour later the city gave way to dusty two-lane roads lined with scrub brush. A hand-painted sign on the side of the highway caught my eye: RIVERBEND BIKE RALLY – 2 MILES. Music thumped in the distance, deep bass and the roar of engines. I almost kept driving. But something in my chest flipped,a reckless little spark I hadn’t felt in years. I turned.