I'll Take The Dirt Road Novels & Stories

Already, his shirt is partially wet with sweat as he hikes further away from home. The ground is dry and hot. However, it is a better path than one of overgrowth and insects. Tuck walks in silence, listening to the morning sounds of nature. Until he meets the end of the unmarked road, where a downed tree lay across the last spread of asphalt. He slips over it with ease, continuing on a narrow dirt path. Tuck moves carefully through the thickness of growth, minding each step. Minutes later, he emerges from the wild and steps onto a concrete sidewalk. Caution in his brown eyes as he looks around the old town.

Cattle. We turned off on a dirt road and flew down it. "My father didn't kill my mother. On the contrary, he had wanted to spare her but I knew she would run right to her best friend and ruin every plan we had ever made. So, when my mom thought she was in the clear, I stepped in. Roberto got so red when I did!" He exclaimed the last part with joy. Humor. I bit down on my teeth. Ground them together. Instead of replying, I looked out the window. Watched as we drove down a rather rural back road. A single house came into view in front of us. Massive compared to most.

Chapter 27 Lucian drove at break neck speed on the narrow dirt road. His mind was not totally on the road but Lucas and Jack didn’t seem to mind. The boy wanted to get to his mom as fast as Lucian did. Lucian’s mind turned back to the trip He and Jack took into the middle range of the Rocky Mountains.

Chapter 15 – A New Pack “See that trail just ahead of us?” Ira asks pointing to a barely touched trail to what I assume is for ATV use. “Yes.” I confirm, slowing down as I wait for her to continue. “Good, turn left onto it and keep driving till we reach a clearing.” She exclaims and I smile, switching my left turn signal on and slowly turning onto the barely there dirt path. I cringe as the tires to my precious car bounce on the bumpy terrain, Ira clinging onto the handle above the passenger window. Only one vehicle can fit, the bushes and grass brushing against the side of my car. Hopefully there will be no scratches by the time we reach our destination.

We weren't headed back towards downtown, nor were we heading anywhere near the church or the highway that would lead to the mountains. "I want you to stay with me tonight," Darlene said, turning onto an old dirt road that led towards some trees. She was following a narrow path, one I recognized from years ago but couldn't place. It was almost too dark to see anything, and the headlights only lit up a small space in front of the car. I stared through the window, wondering what she had in mind, when suddenly the ground opened up and the road fell away.

Snow covered the whole world in cold white. I laughed, and tears fell with the laughter. But Joanna, I would not live to see three months from now. I was going to die in this winter.

“But not her. I won't let anything happen to Petrina.” “That’s all I need to know. What happens to me is neither here nor there. I would prefer to stay out of the cells and alive, but I know what I have done, what I am.” “There’s an old dirt road that cuts across from here to MacTire territory, It’s a little quicker than taking the roads. I suggest we take that route.” I had been thinking about the best way to travel home and remembered the connecting road which would cut off almost half a day’s journey. I had used the route countless times when coming from Briarshire.

"If she really is a witch, she’ll know we’re coming." Jerry gave a half-smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. "Yeah, I’ve been thinking the same thing. Let’s hope we’re not walking into something we can’t handle." After about fifteen more minutes, we reached a narrow dirt road branching off from the main highway. It was barely visible through the trees. I slowed the car and turned down the path, the tires crunching over gravel and fallen leaves. The place felt abandoned, as though it had been forgotten by the rest of the world.

“I’m the only one in this car who’s properly alive, hombre. I’m neither spirit nor clay.” The Golem remained silent and continued to brood in the back seat. “We’re here,” said Fernández. They came to a spot in the road where the thick grouping of trees parted, revealing a deeply rutted dirt road. They slowed and turned onto the unmarked road. The car bottomed out with a teeth-jarring clunk, and more than once the Golem slammed his head into the roof of the car. Before long, they reached a fork in the road. The road to the right was as worn as the road on which they’d entered the property. The left fork was more overgrown.

he grinned. The rest of the drive was silent. My sisters started to stir as we pulled off the highway and onto a dirt road. “A dirt road?” Persephone frowned. “It’s to trick outsiders.” André explained. A half-mile of driving on the bumping dirty road, it switched back to the pristine smooth pavement with neatly painted lines. It makes sense that they’d want to keep people from finding the heart of their pack.