Deer Creek Drive Novels & Stories

But grown-ups don’t get butterflies just thinking about walking through that front door again. The Uber finally pulled up. I slid into the back seat, suitcase thumping beside me, and gave the driver the address: 1427 Maple Lane, Willow Creek, WA. Population 8,000 on a good day. One main street with a coffee shop that doubled as the gossip hub, a hardware store run by the same family for three generations, and enough evergreens to make you feel like the forest was hugging the town.

“But we can make them expensive.” Rowan’s shoulder brushed hers again, deliberate and steady. Gabriel looked toward the trees, then the convoy, then Tessa. “Where do you want us?” Tessa pointed ahead, where the maintenance road narrowed into a darker cut between firs. “There’s a deer trail below the track. Muddy, but hidden. It leads to the western drainage shelf. Once we reach the stone culvert marker, no one speaks above a whisper.” Dean raised a hand. “Before we begin our silent march toward the monster-managed wall, I want to say I hate all of this with consistency and depth.”

A moment later, the engine came to life, and we pulled out of the garage. Soft music drifted quietly through the car as we drove down the road. Neither of us spoke. I wasn't exactly eager to start a conversation either. No… I'll pass. So, I stayed quiet and looked out the window instead. About twenty-five minutes later, or maybe more, Kael turned at a large intersection, and enormous gates appeared ahead. I sat up straighter. The sign above the entrance read: Silver Creek Wildlife and Recreation Center My eyes widened. The place was huge. The grounds stretched far beyond what I could immediately see.

Bright green, yellow, faded brown and all bunch of colours made up the vegetation. "Woah" she gazed at everything in awe. Beautiful! Absolutely beautiful. The scenery was picture worthy. Vast untamed nature, all around her. She looked back to Carl "This forest... It leads to Lake Creek? I'm surprised there is a cleared path to drive-" she was thrown back into her seat as the car came to an abrupt stop. "Oof! A warning would have been nice" she mumbled under her breath as her hands went to grab her hair out of her eyes. She heard a door slam and her eyes shot open. Carl got out, pulled her bag out of the trunk and yanked her door open

Could there? Twenty minutes later, the GPS lady told her to pull off East Irlo Bronson Memorial Highway onto Crabgrass Road and into the town of Bull Creek. The smooth asphalt street turned into a bumpy gravel road with more potholes than actual road, it seemed. Kinsey slowed down, taking in the scenery as she passed small oaks, long pines pointing accusingly at the sky, and small palms and shrubs interspersed throughout. A hawk flew overhead with slow gliding motions as it searched for its evening meal. A deer took two hops, crossing the road in front of her, and vanished into the woods as Kinsey hit the button that rolled her window down, breathing in the stifling Florida air. She was defi

Serene kept looking at Dante who escorted her inside their car and helped her to buckle her seat belt. He didn't say a word as they peeled out of the driveway and into the empty high way of Montana that would connect with Creekwood. The roads are empty and only high sand dunes greeted them.

Not that Aleksandr would even be interested. Drea sent me the address to Aleksandr’s home, and although it was a little difficult to find, when I got close, I was in awe of how breathtaking the landscape was. I had to go quite a distance outside of town and drive up some rather large hills through the woods. I didn’t realize how far up I had driven until I reached one spot, near the top, where the road opened up and there was a gorgeous view of the river winding back and forth between the hills covered in pine trees.

The longer she stayed in Neve, the more dangerous it became. She went downstairs to the lobby and stood at the entrance for more than ten minutes before a taxi stopped in front of her. The driver stretched his head out the window. "Girl! Come in quickly." Deirdre opened the car door and entered. With her fingertips tucked into her clothes, she asked, "Then where are we going now?" The driver replied while driving, "There is an intersection in the suburbs that passes through Eastgene." Deirdre nodded. "How long will it take to get to Eastgene? If it takes too long, I want to get out of the car and buy some food and water."

“What did you do last week, Finn?” That made me laugh and helped in shutting Finn up. We moved through the trees in silence, following the scent of deer tracks. The forest was darker than usual. The trees grew closer together, their branches weaving into a canopy that swallowed the sky. “Eyes open,” Nicholas murmured, and I opened, keeping my eyes wide open. An hour passed. Then two. The deer tracks grew fresh. Nicholas held up a fist. We stopped. “The creek is half-a-mile north,” he said quietly. “Deer will water there. Finn, take the east ridge. Marta, to the west. Lyra, you stay with me.”

When she glanced at him through the rearview mirror, Laura saw him pointing at something outside his window. Following his gaze, Laura saw the small stream located within the Miller Estate. “That’s a small stream here in the Miller Estate,” Laura explained. “Wow,” Jake exclaimed in amazement. “Would you like to see it?” Laura offered to Jake. “Yes,” Jake replied. “Draco, stop the car. I want to see the stream,” Jake told his cousin. Draco didn’t respond, but he did pull the car to a stop. Once Draco parked, Laura immediately opened the door and stepped out.