Jalan Tak Berujung Novels & Stories

The trees thin out ahead, giving way to a narrow road that leads towards the human town. My heart starts pounding as we approach. This is it. Once I cross, I’m not Nightfall anymore. No pack link. No territory. No home, even if it was never much of one. “Here,” Jace says quietly when we reach the last line of trees. “This is far enough.” I stop. The road stretches ahead, empty and grey, cutting through the mist like a scar. “So,” I say. “Do I get a farewell speech? A plaque? A ‘thanks for being such a convenient punching bag all these years’ medal?”

#ROAD_TO_ABUJA 💦🔞 #Chapter_6 🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃 🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃 🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃 🎃🎃🎃🎃 🎃🎃 #JACK Traveling to Abuja in a car is quiet tiring and now that we're going to trek all the way there.. It's going to be excruciating on our bodies..... Luckily for me, This isn't my first time going to Abuja, I know many roads and shortcuts to take us there and I happen to know some settlements living along the way... The day our car crashed, Julia and I took a long trek down the road, It was tiring but I wasn't bothered by it but as for Julia, her case was different.. She would hiss and complain a lot... I paid her no attention cause I too was in the same mess as she is, The only way we ca

There was no turning back now. The End.

***** Jorkallun Journey: CHALLENGE NUMBER 2: Jorkallun continued his walk after the bridge experience and wondered what lay ahead of him. He hopes to overcome the temptations and get to the crystal cave in time and save his friend. Having walked some distance away from the bridge, he stopped when he saw two path ahead of him. One was made of gold and the other one was made of dirt. The one made of gold was by his right and the other dirty road was by his left. He became confused as he didn't know which of the road he will take.

Wrong if that is even a thing. The end.

No more endings. Just forever.

Just two people who learned—finally—how to exist without reaching. The train passes. The sound fades. And life, unscripted and open, keeps moving. THE END

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.

it's not yet the end while you're still not happy. Who knows what'll happened next...