Novel & Cerita Highwayman Poem

It was a smooth drive, long and difficult sometimes, but satisfying on my part. But now, I think I'm in trouble because I’ve been on the road all day without passing a single soul or any houses. It’s just endless fields, and it’s nighttime. It’s thundering, so it’s definitely going to rain. What’s worse is that there’s a noise coming from my car engine, and I’m worried it might just stall in the middle of nowhere! For goodness' sake! Does it really have to give up now?! Now that I’m seemingly stranded on the road, it’s scary at night because there aren't even any lights around. It was all endless fields out there! I’m afraid a mutant cannibal might just pop up and kill me in a gory way! Or m

It was getting dark and there were more people on the street. There were people selling small things on the side of the road, and the children would pull their parents to buy them. It was a strong smoke. At the end of the bridge stood an literary and artistic young man, holding a guitar in his arms. He had long hair and glasses, and he sang a poem in a low and emotional voice. "I heard that you were in the distance, so I traveled thousands of li. "I have blown the wind that you blew. This is not a hug."

He sat feeling uncomfortable, he wondered what Sarah was up to. "Ryan, Incase I die, do not weep by my grave." "How...like what do you mean?" He looked at her perplexed. "Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight.

He handed a torn and smeared sheet of paper—and pen to Trisha. “Take ’em. Take ’em. I sca’cely ’av nid of ’em,” he kept on repeating when Trisha wanted to pay him. Trisha thanked him and headed back to the two guys who were becoming impatient. It took even longer for Harold to be done rewriting the poem on the filthy paper; hidE fRom everyone's gaze for If you don't shall you perish. be Careful for there shall be a maze, one that has Seen no wolf flourish.

The highway police officers arrived surprisingly fast. They picked me up and drove me safely back toward my neighborhood. Their car sped down the freeway. My phone kept buzzing every few minutes. I knew it was Yvonne calling, nagging me to hurry back. The funny part was that she was not even worried about me getting into an accident/ Her mind was entirely on New Year’s dinner. I did not answer this time. I quietly turned my phone off, and the world suddenly felt peaceful.

"I failed you and our son. I agree to the divorce. As atonement, I'll leave with nothing. I only hope that one day, when you think of me, you'll visit my grave." I curled my lips into a cold smile. "That won't happen. I'll do everything I can to help Teddy forget that he ever had a mother like you." With that, I turned and walked away without looking back. Emma was sentenced to death for hiring someone to commit murder. Teddy and I sold off all of Emma's assets. We moved to a small city with beautiful scenery and began our new life together. The End