Finding My Way Back Book Novels & Stories

If I had come from the opposite direction, noting the path I took with the old hag, I was surely close to that huge hall. With that, I thread forward. When I walked ten steps, I would make marks. After walking for what seemed like forever, I found myself a the beginning of where I had made those marks. I frowned. I sure as hell had not turned back. Only forward and I was right here again. I swirled around and started walking. Something was wrong. Utterly wrong with this place and I could feel it. I increased my pace on instinct. My heartbeat increased as well as i found myself again at the start of my marks. I'd gone forward and backwards and i still found myself back here. No sign of the ba

But try as I might, the answer eluded me, slipping through my fingers like grains of sand. Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to calm down, knowing that panicking would only hinder my search. With renewed determination, I continued to scour the shelves, refusing to give up until I found what I was looking for. What was I looking for? That book. The book that had the weird poem in it but it just disappeared. I remember throwing it away from me when it started writing on its own but I did return it to the shelf. Dejected, I turned to walk back as my head collided with a chest, throwing me down to my butt. “Ah! Princess, Are you okay?”

I push him to the very back of my mind because if I do give him a thought, I’ll lose my concentration. I have to focus on finding a way to help them, because I won’t be able to do it on my own. How do I go back, though? The further away that I am from the warehouse, the more lost I feel. My scent would help me trace my way back, but after that, how would I find the exit we used to get out of the Underworld? No, I’ll have to go through the Rogue club. That’s the place I know well. If I can get to the city center, I’ll be able to find my way there. I walked around in circles that day nonstop. I have that part to the city memorized.

I take this opportunity to be close to my mom since I didn’t get a chance to make her feel better before. When we wake up in the morning, we all just get ready and get back on the road. Again, I started off with my mom and then after a couple hours I was back with my brother. This last stretch felt like forever and that we were never going to get to where we were going. Then finally after hours I finally could smell the farms, and the breeze felt different when I rolled my window down. There it was I could see the sign ‘Welcome to Wimberley!’

She went out of sight and after a few minutes of searching, I found the waiter and asked for his help tracing my way back home. Following his direction, I was on the highway in no time. “Finally! Somewhere familiar”. I thought. But before moving from where I was, I looked around for a defining landmark, to be able to find this place when I wanted to return. I stood there for minutes, memorizing what I could, and then I eventually started to find my way back home. I could do that now because I was back to the normal route I take home. I was walking home, and I began to think about the events of the day, specifically the two faces I had seen. Both faces are reminiscent of those I left back at

Looking around outside, there was nothing but houses with boarded up windows and what appeared to be an old school that has been forgotten about. Looking down at my phone, I could tell that it was no use. It was dead, just like my beat-up car. "Okay, no problem. I'll just have to find someone that can help me. Maybe I can flag down a car, or something." I grumble to myself. "Maybe I could find a store or something if I get back to the main road." Something in my head was telling me not to leave the car, but I couldn't stay here stranded. I grabbed my purse, locked the doors and started down the road. The cool air nipped my skin, as

The word rang in her ears, but Tessa could not register it. Even Leena was surprised, though she had somewhat expected it. “Gone!” Tessa widened her eyes. Trembling, she asked, “Come again?” “When I woke up, there was a letter.” “She told me not to find her, take care of you, and that she would come back,” William said indifferently, masking his emotions. He was back to being the person Tessa knew him as before he met Rosy.

Every photograph seemed to mock my obtuseness and arrogance. And now, for the first time, I understood exactly what I had walked away from. I wasn't giving up. I started the engine, gripped the wheel, and drove toward the airport. A flash of white light. A horn, sharp and close. Then the impact — and then nothing.

I thanked my luck as I made my way back to my room. I needed to find my way to the crossroads.

They stopped replying. At that point, Maggie's phone rang. She hurriedly clocked out and left work. I took one last look at Zach's file and stood up to go home. In the shower, I pulled off my silk scarf and exposed the ugly, twisted scar on my neck. Morris had caused it. Ten years ago, in the spring, I couldn't reach him. Courtney had disappeared, too. I gritted my teeth and used the last bit of money I had to buy a cheap plane ticket to find him.