I'll Take The Dirt Road Novels & Stories

“Then we can get away faster from this shit town” "Are you sure about this ?" "Yes. I helped start it. Now I follow it to the door”. I wait until Twigs has turned the car and is on his way back to town before going down the driveway. The gravel road makes a turn before ending up in a courtyard, but I know the black-eyed devils has as good a hearing as myself, so I have to find an alternative route.

It was still someone’s home. Because sometimes, the only way out of the Dirt is through it.

This was what I actually wanted from her. "Now can we go please?" She broke the kiss, as I drove backward out of the parking lot and the courtyard, "Don't get us killed" Irene gasped as a heavy duty truck drove past us right after we drove past the road backward. "Which way is it?" "It baffles me that you're acting all numb about the roads, it's a left, a left next, two right and four left after that and then you take the next right then you take the middle road that'll lead you right into the village" Irene explained with all seriousness, amusing me surprisingly.

Our little moments are my favorite. "I have to grab something I made for the baby." He carefully puts the tires of the truck into the ruts that have been made. "When are you guys going to get some blacktop out here? It's crazy how much time all y'all spend out here, but you don't fix the road." He lets go of my hand, shoving the truck into four-wheel-drive and grins as he guns it, to get over a mountain of mud. "Maybe we like to drive it without blacktop."

I can feel the tug there, the subtle invitation for the road to become something else. A different direction. A different morning. A different version where the village is already gone and no one remembers it existed. I could force it. I could slam the seam shut. Time would collect. Instead, I do what hedge witches have always done when something larger than them is present. I negotiate with humility and spite. I take a pinch of dirt from the edge of the road, where the texture is still honest. I rub it between my fingers until it warms, until my skin remembers what ground is supposed to feel like. Then I sprinkle it across the smooth patch, not as cover but as instruction.

Marcus pulled his bike alongside mine briefly before his voice crackled through the comm system. “Road coming up on the right.” I spotted it immediately. A narrow dirt trail nearly swallowed by dead brush and darkness. Easy to miss unless you knew exactly where to look. The Butterfield trail. Brian hadn’t lied. I jerked the bike hard onto the path without slowing down. Gravel exploded beneath the tires while the entire line of Daggers followed behind us instantly, engines roaring violently through the dark hills. Dust clouds kicked into the air around the bikes while dead branches scraped overhead as we tore deeper into the pass.

But the car behind him was relentless. Brandon took a deep breath, deciding to make one last move. Up ahead, there was a small dirt road—a shortcut he knew would take him straight to Ethan's neighborhood. It wasn’t well-known, which meant the car behind him might miss it if they weren’t familiar with the area. He signaled and veered right, onto the dirt path, holding his breath as he drove over the bumpy terrain. Dust kicked up behind him, and he checked the mirror again, praying the car hadn’t followed.

We need to go in on foot and for that I want to be the one leading. I follow the signs to the National Park and see Darian leaning against his car waiting for us about a block from the park entrance. I park the car behind him, and he comes over to us, jumping into the back, nodding to the both of us respectfully. “Alpha, Beta. If you look up ahead on the right-hand side of the road, you will see a small dirt road – that’s what she turned down.” We both turn to where he is pointing and it’s a blink and you’ll miss it type of turn, the road, two dirt tracks for tires. It looks more like a hiking trail than a road, but there is a small partially hidden sign attached to one of the trees beside i

“Don’t get excited yet.” I ignored her tone and reached for the ignition. My fingers shook a bit, but I tucked the tremble away, pretending it wasn’t there. I turned the key, and the engine hummed to life, steady and reassuring in a way nothing else felt right now. I took a slow breath, grabbed the wheel, and eased the car back onto the narrow dirt road. The tires rolled over the uneven ground, crunching through leaves and gravel, carrying us back the way we came. Back toward everything we’d been running from, toward the mess waiting for us, the shitstorm we had no choice but to walk into.

her mom said frowning. "Mom don't jinx it. I'm just saying it's no longer going to be often I'll get a ride in dad's car". "That sounds better than the latter" her mom sighed and reached out for the radio. She turn it up and 'hold on by Dierks Bentley' began playing. It's just an old beat up truck Some say that I should trade up Now that I got some jangle in my pocket But what they don't understand Is it's the miles that make a man