Lonely Town Novels & Stories

These people always have a great fun by teasing others no one shows interest to do friendship with me infact I too don't have any interest to do friendship with anyone I love to keep myself mysterious I never let someone to enter into my boundaries the one they think is not me I know what I'm but there is no need to others to know about me Loneliness is my partner calmness is my soul Lonely are the nights Lonely are the days Lonely am I, in so many ways Lonely are the seasons Lonely are the years So lonely am I that brings tears Lonely is this place Lonely is my life Lonely am I,that I reach for a knife Lonely is this court room Lonely is my sentence So lonely am I that ask for repentance .

The roof began to buckle as more smoke and sparks sprayed the night sky. In the mountains of the wild west of Wyoming, the old town sat several miles from civilization. Though perfect for the pack, there was no way for emergency services to reach them in time. The isolation doomed them to fight for their lives alone. Through the desperate cries and screams, Lynexia heard a female voice cry out. It was hard to make out words through her hysterics. She said things like, “they did it on purpose. '' and “why! '' then there were intelligible words. Lynexia didn't care to listen to the female. She watched the blazing town burning to the ground.

The moon hung low in the sky, casting a silver glow over the sleepy town of Willow Creek. The streets were empty, the only sound the distant hum of a lone guitar drifting from a dimly lit bar on the outskirts of town. The sign above the door creaked in the gentle breeze, reading "Maverick's" in faded letters.

And as time goes by, they decided to circle around the bonfire. Running. Coughing. For the time being, in the far land of Glamidale. A woman prowls in the town as she dreadfully cries for help, yet unfortunately, no man attends to her cry. No man throw a glimpse of her direction and it feels like she is all alone. The townsmen have eyes but they choose to play as blind, they have ears but they don't attend to your cries. They never care, Glamidale is a place where you'd live in misery.

The settlement wasn’t so much a village as a conspiracy of a few stone buildings huddled together as if for warmth against the vast, indifferent landscape. Our destination was a lonely farmstead, the only light for miles around spilling from a downstairs window. Josh pulled to a stop. We got out, the silence immediate and profound, broken only by the wind and the distant bleat of a sheep. It was breathtakingly desolate. A sharp pang of disappointment, stupid and unexpected, hit me. Some pathetic, romantic part of my brain had concocted a scenario where Lochlan was also on this wild goose chase, that we’d arrive to find his car already here. That we were, in some convoluted way, on the same t

Many things are easy to say, but hard to do. Crimson Hollow had become a ghost town. Sometimes people came, looking for Widow's Blooms, but not year-round. Especially not in winter—once the snow fell, the flowers stopped growing. So all winter long, Crimson Hollow was buried in blinding white snow, and not a soul would come. Waiting alone, from sunrise to sunset, then from sunset to sunrise again—it was a kind of desolation and loneliness that was hard to even imagine. But she had made it through.

The kind of cry that comes from the soul, not the throat. Peter held her like glass. His voice was hoarse, but he stayed strong. “Hey. You don’t have to cry like that. I’ll be coming to see you as often as I can. Every break I get, I’m there. You’ve got your laptop—I installed Skype myself. We’ll call every day if you want. You’re not alone, Ann. I got you, baby girl.” She shook harder. “But I’ll miss you, Pee. I don’t know anyone there. What if it’s lonely? What if I can’t—”

She was nearly twenty-four and hadn’t got a mile past Lonesome Dove, which wasn’t fast progress considering that she had only been twelve when her parents got nervous about Yankees and left Mobile. That much slow progress would have discouraged most women, but Lorena didn’t allow her mind to dwell on it. She had her flat days, of course, but that was mostly because Lonesome Dove itself was so flat. She got tired of looking out the window all day and seeing nothing but brown land and gray chaparral. In the middle of the day the sun was so hot the land looked white. She could see the river from her window, and Mexico. Lippy told her she could make a fortune if she

On the day I was diagnosed with stage four cancer, Vivian Cross handed me a contract for a divorce reality show. I already knew that meant she'd lost another bet to her secretary, Miles Smith. They'd made ninety-nine bets over the years, and every time, Vivian let herself lose on purpose. She lost the house we decorated for our wedding. She lost the wedding itself. She even lost our son's body, handing him over so Miles could satisfy his twisted curiosity about the human body. Our baby had been seven months along when they donated his remains. He'd been so small. Vivian slid the contract across to me, tapping the papers. "Ethan, I lost another bet. It's just a reality show. Help me keep M

Only one thing mattered now: finding him. By the time we reached the town near the old Calidus facility, it felt like an eternity had passed. The place was a ghost town. Desolate buildings. Shuttered stores. A frozen world where no one dared to speak, yet everyone was watching. Everyone knew what Calidus was, what it was capable of, but no one dared to challenge them.