Deer Creek Drive Novels & Stories

A red sports car stopped in front of them, followed by two vans. Drake got out of the car and came up to check their vehicle. Debra glanced at him and said, "No need to look. It can still be repaired."

Daniel Brooke heaved a small sigh of relief, “Did Kyle say anything?” Derek shook his head, “He is not opening his mouth.” Daniel Brooke’s face darkened, and his eyes went sharp as a blade. No one knew what was going on in his mind. After more than two hours of driving, the car skidded and halted in front of a deserted broken house located on the outskirts of the ‘X’ city. There were no other houses in that area. Many big and tall trees and thorny shrubs were making the area creepy. Sounds of crickets were loudly audible.

Greene’s Metal Salvage. I frown and tap the paragraph, reading a few lines of what appears to be a narrative detailing someone’s workday at Greene’s Metal Salvage, recognizable as our Greene’s Metal Salvage, which is on the other side of town by the lumber mill near Black Creek Bridge. Scanning the page further, I catch a reference to “Mr. Jingo’s County Fair.” Our Jingo’s County Fair? The one which comes every August? Intrigued, I flip ahead several pages, seeing references to Henry’s Drive-In, The Skylark Diner, Yellow Cab, Paddy’s Place, The Commons Trailer Park on Bassler Road . . .

Shen couldn’t believe how dark it was as he drove the rental car as fast as he dared around the snake like mountainous road of I-93 toward Phoenix. He’d driven the notorious Taconic Parkway from Queens to upstate New York on several occasions and thought its winding roads, threatening boulders, and speeding traffic couldn’t be topped; until now. Perhaps it was the mood he was in. He longed to be back in the arms of his new bride. He was foolish to leave her like he had.

They cruised through Meriden, passing within a couple blocks of her Aunt and Uncle’s house, then headed south on the picturesque, tree-lined Wilbur Cross Parkway. Dominic spent most of the thirty minute drive with his eyes half-closed in thought, so Leesa had no further chance to try to pry anymore information from him. In addition to the trip to the park to help her mom, she had been to Sleeping Giant a couple of times to hike with Cali and Stacie, so she knew the way. Even if she hadn’t, signs along the parkway alerted drivers to the proper exit.

Drex ordered. "Gosh, you are so annoying!" I muttered as I rushed away again. Drex smiled triumphantly as I disappeared. "Wait... there isn't even a chicken restaurant on Blue Diamond Road, is there?" Flo asked as he realized something. "Exactly. I told you, I wanted to play with her." "You’re unbelievable! I still need staff to help me, and you sent her away on a wild goose chase?" Flo grumbled. Drex just stayed silent, ignoring the lecture. Meanwhile, I hailed a taxi and headed to Blue Diamond Road. In my rush, I hadn't even checked the internet. I only felt the confusion sink in when I reached the destination.

I ordered Thierry, and he answered yes. “Rylan” I called and got up from the couch. “Where is she right now? Locate her” I instructed Rylan. “On it” Rylan replied and quickly searched through. This is Road Dreew and it's known for snoring baggers because most of the owners of the house were all chased out.” Rylan explained and my shoulders dropped. Is there something I missed? “Is there something wrong?” Maddox asked, and Rylan's eyes searched through my face, looking for an answer.

It had a huge love shaped tree at the center with two chairs surrounding a rose decorated table right under it. Beautiful butterflies moved around. There were red heart shaped balloons laid on the ground, and roses created the pathway. The air smelled like it. “What the hell?” Had Irea lost her mind or something? Just then, a car came to a halt in the distance. Drex got out. He stared at the scene with something that looked very much like amusement. “Well this is interesting.” Ah, shit.

"Please do not go near the old Deering mansion on the ridge, or the local diner near the old rink. Also don't go near the former high school building downtown." Anywhere I thought I might run into anybody from the Deering family was a risk I wasn't willing to take. "No problem at all," the driver replied, tapping a few adjustments into his dashboard navigation system. "We'll take the outer road. It actually saves us about ten minutes of traffic near the old center." "Thank you," I murmured, leaning back against the seat.

"I hate to interrupt, but there’s a state trooper cruiser pulling onto the access road, and his lights just flashed. We can’t stay under this bridge." "Drive, Allie," Jaxson ordered, his voice dropping back into that lethal, gravelly register that instantly made my stomach do a nervous flip. "Head toward the industrial park on 4th street. Dex said there’s an abandoned towing yard we can ditch the SUV in, but you need to keep your headlights off and stay off the main roads."