I'll Take The Dirt Road Novels & Stories

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

he yells trying to open the car door but it doesn’t “ I love him Daniel and once you understand that then maybe just maybe you can get it through your fucking head” I reverse the car before he could say anything else. Driving onto the dirt road I stepped on the accelerator in hopes the van didn't get too far. I don’t even know where I’m going at this point I’m just following the clouds of dust left behind by the van

“I will be.” He doesn’t say anything, just nods, his eyes returning to the road. The silence between us is heavy, laden with the weight of our shared past and the fear of the unknown. I don’t know where we’re going, but I trust Ivan to get us there. The sun begins to set, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink. Ivan pulls off the main road, steering the car onto a narrow dirt track that winds through the desert. I glance out the window, the landscape a vast expanse of nothingness, the horizon stretching out forever.

“Almost lost them.” Almost. The road stretches ahead. The trees are thin. The sky widens. For a moment, I think we are safe. Then the headlights behind us reappear. Closer. Aggressive. Ale stiffens. “They sped up.” The driver grips the wheel tighter. “Hold on.” He swerves hard, speeding down a dirt path I would never have noticed in daylight. “Where are we going?” I ask. “Anywhere they cannot follow easily,” he says. “This is old farmland. The road is rough.”

Steeling myself, I continued to drive down the road, steadying the speed. I couldn’t help it. I closed my eyes as we drove through the shimmering light. The road turned to dirt and the tires struggled to gain purchase. We fished-tailed for a moment and I struggled to gain control. Reaching out, even over this distance I could find my mom’s mind-link. ‘Mom, warn the guys! The difference between the regular road and dirt road is going to make them lose control!’

I sat up and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. “That was quick,” I said with a yawn. I looked out of the window. “Go down this street and take a right. There’s a small bridge up ahead. When you cross it, turn right and slow down. I can’t remember the name of the dirt road we have to take, but I’ll recognize it.” “Got it,” Garth said with confidence. He grunted with disgust as we hit a pot hole. “I can see now why we rented a car.”

He would approach her cautiously and ask, "Mom, can you read with me?" Beatrice hesitated as she took a sip, her eyes clouded with thought. "I'm busy. I don't have time for that," was her usual response to him. As the memory came to mind, a sudden, inexplicable irritation coursed through her chest. She pulled out her phone, ready to send me a message: "Give me your address. I'll pick you and Parker up tomorrow." But after typing it, she decided to adjust the wording. "Where have you and Parker been staying? I'll personally come pick you two up tomorrow."

He said, "Everyone is stuck here. If I were to clear a path just for you, others would call it a misuse of power. Daphne, are you just trying to get me in trouble?" My mother was so anxious that she began sweating profusely. She yelled, "This is a matter of life and death! Is this how you police officers do your job?" Half an hour ago, I returned to the day my father collapsed. Still stuck in traffic, I did not ask my husband, Jonathan Reed, who was conducting the traffic, for help. Instead, I forced my way through the stream of cars and turned sharply into a side road with fewer vehicles. I did not even have the time to step on the gas pedal when Francis appeared, blocking my car.

Overlook it? I've done that for a very long time and it's time I switched things up a lil bit. We hit a rough patch of terrain, and I immediately grab her arm, helping her over the uneven ground like it’s the freaking Grand Canyon. “Careful,” I say, my voice full of exaggerated concern. “Don’t want you falling into the... uh, dirt.” She shakes her head, biting back a smile. “Trix, it’s DIRT . It’s literally everywhere.”

"Taking the main road will bring us right into it." "So we don't use the main road," Maya said resolutely, her green eyes flashing. Camilla hesitated, then nodded. "There's a back road that goes through the old quarry. It's off-grid, nasty country." "Take it," Zane instructed the radio. "Now." Camilla pushed the SUV off-road and bounced over rocky ground as they sped into the abandoned quarry. Debris and dust cut down on visibility. "This is just insane," Reese shouted as she clung to the seat. "But sort of genius."