Deer Creek Drive Novels & Stories

Cute. The driver meanders along the gentle curving road and drives through some iron gates, I glance up to read what it says, Owl Creek Ranch. Wow it sure looks impressive. Each side of the drive is flanked by fir and conifer trees and the mountains are so close it looks like you could touch them.

Xenia asked. “Around drive off half an hour.” “Alright then drove me to the mall first and tell me ahead of this way name of any outskirt, residential place?” “Brookland greens, a good one,” Driver answers, Xenia’s all questions respectfully while starting the car. “Perfect. Now onwards for everybody, I live in Brookland greens.” Xenia said authoritatively and gave few more bills to the driver. “Sure madam, your wish my command.” The driver was more excited to get more and more money.

Fog drenched and chilled, more like the Pacific Northwest than the hot and sunny parts of California most people think of. This is the last location Dad had in his planner. Ironclaw HQ, 1337 Eucalyptus Lane. D.R. Riven. It’ll be my first stop tomorrow morning. My rescuer’s truck slows in front of one of the bed-and-breakfasts. A weather-beaten wood sign flaps in the wind. Stillwater Pines. Despite the fact that it’s tourist season, the parking lot is mostly empty. Not a great omen.

she asked curiously. “Just wait and see Lea. We don’t have to do anything now,” Adriel opened his eyes and gave her a smile, “Because I’m sure that the three brothers have the same thing in their mind now. Time for cutie little doctor to flee.” He cheered, lifting his glass up. Leah sighed. Well…maybe this is a real beginning this time, where the ending is certain. ___________________________________________ Drake pulled his car into the Rendell's parking lot. He stayed inside and took out the cigarette from his pocket before lighting it. He took a long puff before breathing it out and leaned backwards.

“Possibly. It is more to do with your kill streak. You have not missed a target yet. You have become Absinthe’s lead hunter, when that used to be his role. He is not overly fond of the idea.” “Wonderful.” Everglades City loomed in the distance, we drove through it and Rhayden turned the car eastward again. I blinked, looking over to him. “Where are we going?” “Halfway Creek. The house is about a mile or so in from the road. It is hidden well. We are going to have to go in on foot.” “Are you fucking kidding me?” I was not fitted out for walking a mile into the Everglades. “I can carry you if you want. But only if you do not complain. You were good the last time.”

After five months, when she was fully healed and able to walk without a cane, he suggested, “Hey, let’s go for a drive. I’d like to show you something.” “Sure, lead the way.” They drove leisurely, enjoying each other’s company and a warm spring day, until finally Drew said, “Ah, here we are,” and turned off the paved two-lane road onto a long gravel stretch. “Where are we going?” Trixie asked, her curiosity piqued. “You’ll see,” he said with a grin. “Estalle Ranch,” she read aloud when they got to the ornate sign hanging over their path. “Not for much longer, it’s not. But I need your help,” Drew told her.

Every time Alex’s friend’s older brother took his truck out on the paths he would track further and further out, almost like he was mapping it. Of course, if what Seth said was true, about Hetrick wanting to go as far as near Roger Brook, then it would be the farthest Alex had ever gone outside of home on his own, so naturally he was a bit excited. Roger Brook was a small creek about seven miles out from his home that extended down from Oseetah Lake and flowed into the Adirondacks. It was hardly more than trees and rough paths out there, so what exactly were they expecting to find, he wondered.

THERE was actually a town. Not much of a town, but it had a gas station, a hotel, and a two-story brick-and-stone building with a sign in front that proclaimed it the Aspen Creek School. Beyond the school, tucked back in the trees and barely visible from anywhere but the parking lot, was an old stone church. If not for Toby’s directions, she might have missed it. Lauren eased his big green truck through the church parking lot into a spot designed for a much smaller rig. It was the only place left. She hadn’t seen any houses, but there were a lot of trucks and other fourwheel-drive vehicles in the lot.

Chapter 5: The Old Gloom And Doom The Clark Residence, Klimt RD, Fallon Creek, Michigan.... The black pickup truck that belonged to one Dee Clark had pulled into the drive of a very spacious tan colored three bedroom house with a large front lawn and an even bigger backyard where one could see the woods. Dee's keen eyes caught sight of the neighbors whom had just moved in across the way and found them to be a welcome sight. It had been ages since any new blood had arrived in Fallon Creek and it was always good to see new people come and appreciate the sights and the location. There were plenty of people passing through at one point mostly due to detours and car troubles that brought them to

An hour later, we arrive at the outskirts of Drycrest, 'Here will be fine,' I say to the driver. The car stops. I toss the driver a wad of cash, jump out, and run towards the field. I shift as soon as the taxi is out of sight. It’s becoming dark. I creep through the pack village, trying not to be seen. Finally, I can see the packhouse in the distance. It's a charming pack house made of wood with elk Antlers as designs on the doors and windows. Sneaking around, I quietly enter through the back door that’s unlocked. I can hear the chatter of conversations and the smell of roast.