Faraway Wanderers Novels & Stories

None could explain how life had grown from stone, but for some reason, they smiled. --- The Wanderer’s Path Liora journeyed north after that, through mountains and forests untouched by memory. Sometimes she slept beneath the stars, sometimes beneath roofs offered by kind strangers. In every place she went, something changed. A quarrel between lovers ended in forgiveness. An abandoned chapel filled with song again. A river long poisoned began to run clear. She never announced herself as anything special. When people asked who she was, she only said, “Someone who listens.”

Dammit, dude, of all the subdivisions in Arlington, Texas… You just had to pick that one… “Work and training. Keeps me busy.” “Oh,” Karli said, her smile faltering. “Okay, so, see you around, I guess?” she managed. “Yeah,” he replied curtly, and jogged away, with the hurt look on her face burning into his core. He could feel her troubled eyes watching him as he moved away from her and down the jogging trail, and he kicked up his speed almost to capacity to outrun her gaze. “I’m gonna propose, bro,” Evan had said. “Will you be my best man?”

His pleas were silenced forever—left to vanish in the distance. Turning to my driver, I said, "Take me to the orphanage. Did you buy Jeannie’s birthday cake?" The car sped forward, the passing scenery blurring into long, straight lines. I rolled down the window, letting the warm breeze kiss my face. Everything was moving forward toward the light.

They led straight to Oregon. I hadn't gone to my parents'. I wasn't sitting in a hotel waiting for him to come coax me back. I had gone to fly. A piece of paper sat on the corner of the coffee table. The words on it were brief. "I took my wings back. I'll complete the solo flight missing from my logbook myself in Bend. You must have seen the date on the ultrasound report by now. Don't come looking for me. I don't need you to make amends for any part of my past."

The future is opening up with possibilities. Calista leaned against me. "What happens now? Where do we go from here?" "Home." I kissed the top of her head. "We go home to Noctis. We rebuild. We create the kingdom we want. The world we want. Together." "Together." She smiled. "I like the sound of that." We spent the next few hours organizing. Tending to the wounded. Accounting for everyone. Preparing to march back to Noctis. The journey would take days. Would be hard. But we were going home victorious. That made everything easier.

The icy water soaked through my clothes, sending violent shivers through my body, but it was nothing compared to the freezing of my heart. I stared at the scattered, ruined drafts on the floor, each torn piece representing a dream I had once cherished. In that endless, agonizing darkness, a part of Vivienne died. The love, the hope, and the pain were all being drained out of me, leaving behind only a hollow, unfeeling shell. It wasn’t until midnight that they finally left. I stumbled to my feet and began picking up the shattered drafts. Then, I slipped out quietly. I thought I had long since gone numb to the pain, yet my heart still ached so profoundly…Before dawn, while the sky was still da

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.

"Mrs. Crowe, are you sure you want me to cancel your flight ticket for moving abroad with Mr. Crowe in a week?" Milena Brooks' voice came through the phone, sounding confused. She was Asher Crowe's assistant. Gwyneth Payne stood on the balcony. She glanced at the withered trees below and made her decision. "Yes. Book me a flight to my parents' place for the same day and get Liana a flight overseas for that day, too. I'll see them off to settle down overseas in a week, then head back to my parents' place."

The next morning, I dragged myself home. As expected, no one was there. I silently changed out of the blood-soaked dress, removed the necklace from my neck, and placed it on the table in the living room. Tears welled up in my eyes, but I blinked them back, looking up at the sky. Girls from the mountains shed blood, not tears. Years ago, Jeff's family asked if I'd leave with him. I chose him, leaving my village. They supported me through school and college. After graduation, I naturally became a designer and married Jeff.

I had only taken a few steps forward when Derek caught hold of my arm. "Sienna, I'll take you on a trip overseas once my schedule frees up. I know you're sad about us not celebrating our wedding anniversary this year. Just be a bit more patient. I'll definitely keep my promise." I was forced to stop and look into his eyes. However, Derek kept his arm around Ivy's shoulders and proceeded to whisper something next to her ear. They made such a lovely pair as they walked away side by side next to each other. My heart had already been ripped into pieces. I felt nothing even as I looked at those two now.