First Stoplight Novels & Stories

I ѕlumр against the wаll аnd wаtсh hіm administer thе same trеаtmеnt tо thе others before wе’rе all hеrdеd down thе frоnt ѕtерѕ аnd оut іntо thе street. At fіrѕt, аll I саn see іѕ the flаѕh оf lights аѕ thеу slow down аnd drіft over mе, саuѕіng a shadow against thе wаll behind mе.

The convoy trundled along the bumpy road, while Yvonne shed her tears in silence. Nobody cared about her crying. My co-driver turned up the radio's volume to drown her sobs out. … We got to our destination by evening. The center's door was ajar, but everything inside was shrouded in darkness. Once I delegated the tasks to my team, we carefully made our way in. Yves and Yvonne were in the vanguard. They were human shields if we ran into any zombies. Fortunately, there was no danger in this abandoned place. We didn't even spot a single zombie along the way.

"Initiate the Blackout Protocol. If they want to audit me, let’s see how they do it in the dark." Suddenly, every light in the county—the porch light, the SUV's sensors, even the distant town's glow—died. The only thing left was the bioluminescent blue pulsing from the "Chronicle" on the Traveler’s arm in the distance, and the terrifying, silent scream of a mother ready to kill for her child.

Andrew, Daniel, Alex and even Lisa is also present at the party. "When they came Mr Alex?" Lisa asked. "Sorry, miss Green, I don't know about that. Maybe they are on the way", Alex replied. Suddenly they all hear the sound of the car and immediately understood. They all went to switch off the lights to gives surprise to Emily. When Emily and Ryan get off from the car they saw all the mansion lights are off. "Ryan is there is a light cut in this area, why there is no light in the home?" Emily asked cutely.

The engine sputtered to life. The motorcycles drove past me. One man threw a Molotov, which broke spattering fire across the lawn. I could see the fire in my review mirror as I revved the engine to keep it from stalling when I shifted into drive. Mr. Kline waved his hands forward. His black magic trickled out from him towards their bikes. The auras of the riders in multiple colors started to darken. One of them pushed out an orange shield, blocking the path.

Looks like even after six years, Mother still hasn't outgrown her habit of saying one thing and meaning another! Leon smiled and reached for me. "I'm glad you came to your senses. Let's go home." In the past, when we traveled, he always took my hand to help me into the car. Right in front of them, I walked straight to the vehicle a short distance away, one marked with the crest of the Shadow Wastelands. Leon's and Lucas' faces fell at the same time.

I wanted to give Holden my virginity so many times, but we would both stop before it went too far. Amelia bounced up into the middle of us, being loud as always. “What’s up peeps? Whose piece of junk is this sitting in one of “our” parking spaces? They need to understand this is our territory.” It took everything in me to not cry. This day had started out so well and now it quickly went downhill. I was going to walk away before I started to cry. Holden grabbed my arm before I could get too far. “Baby, don’t pay any attention to what she says. You know how she is she doesn’t know how to keep her mouth shut. There is nothing wrong with your car.” I knew if I said anything I was going to break

He would make use of her. *Can we not get a hotel room next time Stephen" Sharon asked as she put her clothes back on. "Nooooo" Stephen mocked. "I don't have time to get a room with you" Stephen laughed heartily as he left Sharon feeling used in his office to head home. Stephen approached his car it was parked at the back of the company. Stephen liked to park there for the view it overlooked a field with overgrown grass that easily came up to his hip. He liked to sit and stare each morning before going into the office but it was pitch black now, He looked at the pitch black field before taking his keys out. He furrowed his eyebrow for a second. He could sense there was someone watching him.

Her car was parked under a big tree, the heavy shadows swallowing the body of it almost completely. She stopped by the driver’s side door and took out her keys. She pressed the unlock button. The car lights flashed once. A dull yellow beam spilled over the pavement in front of her. And in that exact second— A white light flashed across the street. Quick. Harsh. A camera flash.

I yelled, and she surpassed other cars using the other lane of the road already. --- We are following the blue car for almost thirty minutes now. How far is she gonna go? While following her, I already memorized the plate number of the car and its details. "Come on, when are you gonna stop?" I said out of nowhere, and suddenly, Morgan stepped on the brakes and made us almost bump our heads. Thanks to the person who invented the seatbelt. "Why did you stop?" I yelled. "F*cking red lights." She replied, and as the mention of red, I looked at the traffic light, and it's red. Yes, Red is mine. Just mine.