A Short Walk In A Pretty Town Novels & Stories

I asked curiously. He shrugged and said simply “We can go back the way we came from and call it a walk. A pretty short one at that. It’s called a town if you didn’t know, it’s not exactly very big, to have many options of where we’d like to take a walk through” I sighed and walked ahead past him, I felt him falling in step easily next to me and I didn’t miss the distance he eliminated between us, the one I was trying to establish from the start.

Maybe moving away wasn't such a bad thing after all. I decided to take a walk around to familiarize myself with the town. It was quite small but beautiful. It seemed like everyone knew each other and was friendly. It was a peaceful environment. As I walked, I noticed a pregnant woman walking a dog with her husband, and they were laughing about something.

****************************** That Night In The Capital ****************************** Clarissa was walking in the darkness of the town alone and utterly miserable, the town outside the palace was so quiet, there was no single soul on the street, It was midnight after all. She wipe her tears with the edge of her gown and headed towards her house at the far end of the town. there's nothing to be afraid of, as the town is mostly full of friendly creatures. She slightly gives her door a push and the door creak wide open.

The morning sun cast a warm golden glow over the quaint town of Willowbrook as Emily strolled along the cobblestone streets, her sketchbook clutched tightly against her chest. The town's vibrant colors and charming architecture had always inspired her, offering solace during her darkest moments. Emily had recently moved to Willowbrook, seeking refuge from a painful past. The town's serene atmosphere seemed like the perfect place to rediscover her passion for art and heal her wounded soul. As she wandered aimlessly, she found herself drawn to a small café nestled amidst a row of charming shops.

Emmy asked as she fixed her air-pods. “Let’s run down town today. We can take the long way to the parlor.” Center was the name of the town that all of the packs used. It wasn’t part of anyone’s territory and it’s where our school is located. “Sounds good.” We took off running at the same speed. Our long legs stride out. With each step, my worries and anxiety fade away. Everything that was stressing me out was gone. Just the sound of my feet pounding on the hard Earth. Even the music playing in my ear drifted to the background.

Somewhere, distantly, I could hear music — something slow and stringed, coming up from further down the hill. I picked up my bag and went toward the steps. --- The town was small enough that I had walked most of it within twenty minutes. A handful of narrow streets, barely wide enough for two people to pass each other comfortably. Bright painted doors. Window boxes stuffed with geraniums in red and pink and orange. A small church with its doors open, candles lit inside. A bakery that was closed, its window full of things I wished I could buy. An old woman in black sitting on a step who looked at me with calm dark eyes and didn't seem surprised to see a lost foreign girl wandering past with n

he says, and my face instantly goes red, making me turn away. “We should leave, or our plans might get canceled soon,” I say to him, and he chuckles. Walking around the town is blissful, just like Zane said it would be. It’s more like a small village, with barely any cars on the streets. Most people are on foot, and others ride bicycles to get around. One might think they love suffering, but they’re all fit, and that’s a positive thing. The air is clean, too, with barely any cars to pollute it.

It never was. She keeps walking. The town is small, smaller than she realized. One main street. A handful of side roads. Everything else is just trees in the woods and mountains and sky. There are barely any cars. Few taxis. People walk everywhere, and they move like they know each other. Like they're all part of some unspoken agreement Ivy wasn't invited to. She notices something else too. No one's dressed for the weather. Ivy's wearing two layers, a jacket, a scarf, gloves and she's still freezing. But the woman walking past her? Jeans and a T-shirt. The guy shoveling snow off his porch? Flannel with the sleeves rolled up.

When I come back out, Keenan tosses me my shoes like we’re late for something important. “You’re going to like them,” he says as we walk out. “Or at least tolerate them. Which is the same thing for you.” “I tolerate you,” I shoot back. He grins. “Exactly.” The town is small in a way that feels almost unreal. No tall buildings. No rush. People actually stop when they talk instead of walking and texting and half listening. Keenan waves at everyone like he owns the place. “That guy sells fish,” he says, pointing. “That woman gossips like it’s her job. That kid stole my bike when I was twelve.”

Or maybe it was a craving that gave me the energy to walk. By the time I got to the restaurant and ordered the sun had gone down. In this small quiet town, no one stayed out late. Even with the tons of college kids, the town seemed to shut down, with no clubs or anything like the city there was no need to stay out late. Walking back to my car felt slightly eerie, no one was on the sidewalks and no cars were in sight. Most lights were off only some dim lights shined here and there, most shops had already closed down. It was dead silent and all I could hear were my footsteps as I walked down the dim path.