Jalan Tak Berujung Novels & Stories

its a missing puzzle piece waiting to be found and when you do find it you can finally figure out the picture life has to show you. END!

In the quiet corners of her mind, Jette grappled with a choice—should she continue her journey with the knowledge at hand, accepting the void left by the missing page, or should she embark on a quest to unearth the lost wisdom? As the moonlit nights persisted, so did Jette's internal struggle. The missing page became a metaphor for the mysteries that permeate life—a reminder that even in the pursuit of knowledge, some truths may remain veiled. In the soft glow of the moon, Jette stood at a crossroads, the path ahead shrouded in uncertainty and the echoes of the missing page lingering in the air.

It was a realization that echoed within him, marking the beginning of a chapter defined by the heavy burden of remorse and the repercussions of his past deeds. The ending of Ejay's story serves as a poignant reminder that choices indeed carry consequences, and these consequences can reverberate far beyond the moment of decision-making. Ejay's fate, as depicted, highlights the profound truth that actions, particularly those rooted in wrongdoing or malice, often lead to repercussions that ultimately catch up with the individual.

I drive into the dark. And I don't look back. Because I know what’s waiting for us at the end of the road. Everything. And nothing. The screen goes black. And I’m standing in the center. Waiting for the next take. Forever.

Endure everything. TO BE CONTINUED

Outside, somewhere down the street, a car passed with music playing, the sound there and then gone too soon. "It's not fair to anyone," Jayda said, finally. "To start something, to let someone in, knowing how it ends. Knowing the timeline." She looked at the table, at the grain of the wood, at anything that wasn't Dess's face. "There's no point, Dess. I'm dying. There is literally no point." She hadn't said it like that before.

If this turns out to be true, I’ll be thrilled! [The Johansons went bankrupt, and I heard they’re now living in a slum. Hahaha, the old man had a stroke from anger, and his wife cried herself blind. Charles has to work three jobs just to pay for their medical bills!] [To be honest, these people totally deserve it. Margot, don’t let your heart soften!] Seeing her friends’ heartfelt advice, Margot quickly reassured them. [Rest assured, I guarantee I will show no mercy and will never tolerate evil forces!] she declared.

Each trip into the unknown was a new chapter waiting to be written, and he was eager to see what awaited them. With the magic of the waterfall still fresh in their minds, the friends made their way home, their hearts full of dreams and possibilities. Whatever lay ahead, Jace knew they would face it together, weaving their stories into the tapestry of their friendship, each adventure a vibrant thread connecting them in the grand narrative of their lives.

One day, Caspian said he wanted tiramisu from an old bakery in the northern part of the city. It was something I used to love two years ago. Eventually, I drove out alone. Halfway along a remote coastal road, the car suddenly broke down. I got out to check. I was still trying to figure out the problem when a handkerchief with a sharp smell was pressed over my mouth and nose. Right before I lost consciousness, I thought of how painfully cliché it was.

The forest continued its quiet motion around them. The traveler did not realize how long they had been there until the light began to shift toward evening. They closed the journal slowly. Something about it felt unfinished. Not incomplete. Open. As if waiting for continuation. They looked at the blank pages near the back. Many remained. Empty. The traveler ran a hand across them. A strange thought came. Not spoken. Not fully formed. This is not the end of the story. They stood. Held the journal for a moment. Then tucked it under their arm.