Faraway Land Novels & Stories

That very summit looked so far away. The wind howled through the lower branches of the majestic trees and through half opened tents. Men gathered around fires, sat and sang songs: Green green grass & willows; Weaving my sorrow. My yearning for thee. My yearning for thee. My yearning for thee. Quietly waiting for your return. Quietly waiting for your return. Tell me, my dear. Won't you come home? Won't you come home? Your homeland is longing for thee. Your homeland is longing for thee.

A hope filled him that in no time the youngman will wake up. Dawn arrived and they were already at the middle of the Earthous land. Few hours had pass, they reached the end boundary of the Earthous land. Now, they were journeying to the boundary of Marv, which was miles away from the Earthous land. It was closer to noon, when they reached the boundary of Marv but, theres something awaits them over there. At exactly near the boundary of Marv, Darfetious Soldiers stood together with the three unknown aura.

Amid the crisp sound of glasses colliding, I took a sip of the cold beer. The chill slid down my throat, but somehow, it warmed my heart. The road ahead was long, yet there was no reason to look back. Somewhere out there, beyond the horizon, an open wilderness was still waiting for me.

The tiny green sprout still rested in her palm. Its single leaf swayed toward the horizon. As if it already knew the way. The ancient Tree was gone. Not because it had vanished. Because it was now impossibly far away. Like a dream remembered after waking. The leaf finally touched the ground. Softly. Without a sound. Ama stepped off. The earth beneath her feet felt warm. Alive. She looked around. There were hills. Rivers. Mountains rising in the distance. Fields stretching endlessly beneath the emerald sky.

He opened his mouth, but no words came out. I pulled my wrist free from his grip and took a step back. “Mark… the person you love isn’t me. The person you love is someone called ‘my wife,’ a shadow who waits for you at home every day, cooks for you, worries about you. That shadow went with you abroad five years ago. She was alone in a foreign country, afraid to go out because of the language barrier, and wanted to continue her photography career but didn’t dare pick up the camera… because she was afraid of embarrassing you.”

Top scorers in other states were hungry for those spots, and it chilled me to see how this naive bunch of children was acting. I pinched myself hard on the thigh to force myself to clear my head. "Let me go home and amend my admission to Northrind. I promise I won't tell on you." "Don't even think about it!" James and others dragged me to the train station and took a group picture of everyone, claiming it was their last crazy act as youths and that they had to make the most of it. My voice started trembling when I saw the train's departing time getting closer. "I promise I won't say a word. Just let me go home now, or I'll yell loud enough to get the police here!"

“That dress looks si bon—so good on you.” Angel couldn’t believe how this guy was just so—so… He suddenly looked resigned like he’d decided on the truth. He grabbed her hand, gently tugging her down to his lap. “I will now tell you a story, oui?” Angel tensed up and nodded. What kind of story could he tell? Did she want to hear it? “There is this place in a land far, far away. It is an island near Asia. On this island, there is a secret resort.”

I said, she nodded, still staring at me with surprised eyes. I walked outside my house, and jumped inside my car, I turned up the music, and started to hum along with the song. I was really trying my best to keep my mind away from Anthony, but he still there, even though he was thousands miles away, but he wouldn’t leave my mind.

I let out as I closed my eyes and swallowed, "how far away are we from London?" "Pretty far. It's on the other side of the country, Sarafina," she responded, "you really are a long way from home." I let out a heavy breath. She has no idea. ~~~

“That tells me nothing.” I exhale, feigning dramatic exhaustion. “Have you ever been this far out into the wilderness before?” She snorts. “Damien, we’re in Minnesota. This is not the wilderness.” I tilt my head. “We’re at least forty minutes outside the city. No streetlights. No neighbors. Miles of land between us and anyone else.” Her smirk falters just a little. “You’re making it sound a lot creepier than it probably is.” “Am I?” I tease, leaning in slightly.