Lonely Town Novels & Stories

“Yes.” In the growing darkness I could scarcely make out those terrains I had previously perceived, and relied on memory to give her as honest an answer as I could. Elaborate or eloquent it was not, as no matter how I dressed it, I kept returning to a single word. “Loneliness. The place is a lonely one, not a cold one.”

I can't call her though. "Oh, Ronnie would freak if I told her about this" I laughed as I mumbled this to myself. Ting! I'll call Ronnie. Been a while since I talked to her anyway. I bet she's mad and lonely without me. I'm such a terrible friend. I need to call her and make it up to her soon. She picked up after the third ring. "Hey bro." Was waiting for you call actually." Daniel whispered from the other end of the line. Oh, I actually forgot he was there. So, Ronnie isn't as lonely as I thought she was.

I must make myself available to live. Once upon a time...... No, our story won’t start like that. Desolation, Middleton. A small village west of the Moon, and east of the Sun, the southernmost village in the Country of Charming. Population, 175. Ironic isn’t it? Desolation in Charming. Or more like Charming with a little Desolation, either way, this one mule village wasn’t like other small villages you saw in the movies. Unless it was a black and white silent film where all the people wore nothing but fur, the pavements were chunks of concrete and they lived too far from the Capital.

To ensure that they would be prepared for any unexpected attacks, the trio brought guns and extra green liquid in case they became stranded on the mountainside before setting out on their journey. The town was a small mountain town with only three to four human inhabitants, all of whom were hidden and had been in contact with June since the beginning of the year. However, it was now a shambles of debris and abandoned buildings and houses scattered throughout the street, with only a handful of humans left in the area. The town was nothing like it was before. However, despite the fact that it appeared to be nothing more than a ghost town, the empty town was more than a desolate area; it had it

I have been a lone wolf since the alpha of the Moon Shadow pack disbanded and disowned me from the pack a hundred years ago because of my special and reliable ability that is one-of-a-kind; knowing everyone's truth and lies. "A hundred thousand dollars in exchange for the truth." I generously propose to the middle-aged man in front of me. "Excuse me?" asks the man before he glues his feet on the ground. He was simply passing through the corner of the same road with me but ended up getting a surprise proposal. Similar to this young woman with him, they convey these weird looks that are telling me that I might be some kind of psychopath or lunatic who wanders the street and randomly attacks an

“Thank goodness they finally found another helper. I’ve been alone here for ages, and it’s so hard being the only person handling all the customers.” Lorraine brush the top of her forehead with a sigh, rolling her eyes with a playful smile as she talked. “Yeah, I didn’t know this place had so many people.” She admits. Even with the town being in the middle of nowhere. The number of patrons on that going in and out of the establishment was astonishing. One would think it surrounded by lush forest, mountains, and large rivers wouldn’t have that size of a population. “Well, silent ridge is quite a big place. Of course, you won’t see most of the folks around here, since they live far from the to

The day had just barely broken when Selene stirred awake, blinking against the soft morning light filtering through her small bedroom window. For a few moments, she simply lay there, taking in the silence, feeling the familiar chill of the early hours seep into her bones. She flipped onto her side and glared at the cracked wall opposite her bed—a grim reminder of the long years that had passed under the Blood Moon pack house, filled with endless chores, humiliation, and loneliness. But today was different. Today was a new beginning.

The town was small… a scattering of buildings that were nestled against a backdrop of dark pines trees and the roar of a mighty river nearby. It was the kind of place that looked forgotten by time itself, and that was the first location they chose to begin their search. Mara came out of the car beside Damon, pulling her hood up to partially cover her face. “This town is mostly a quiet nomad’s safe haven. It mostly consists of rogues passing through or hiding from packs. Nobody stays here long enough to ask dangerous questions.”

But it was just her and was big enough. At least her home was nice, and in a good part of town. Everyone in her neighborhood was nice and when she would be outside would wave and say hello and ask her how she was. It was great, except lately she'd been getting very lonely. She'd even been thinking about going to a bar in another town, to have a one night stand.

" We hold hands to navigate the crowd together, many unfortunately following us to the little building with merchandise and tickets. Off to the corner is a small concession stand, and we kill the wait by snacking and doodling in my sketchpad. Soon the engine and horn of the train can be heard. Chey wipes her crumby fingers on my dress and I playfully glare. We end up moving seats to am area where we can have a wall at our back. So many people roam about back and fourth from the gift area, some even knocking over our luggage. One particular strange man stands put above the rest, older and intriguing. A bit arrogant in his stride. He brushes too close to me in passing and I shudder. "There it