Lonely Town Novels & Stories

Thankful to be alone again, away from everyone, Katrina made her way through the lonely streets of the silver town capital, seeking shelter for the night. All the business places had been closed and there was no one around she could ask for directions to the nearest guest house or motel she could spend the night, but nonetheless, she still kept on looking.

Compared to Phoenix City, the people of Lone Star City were much tougher, with fights and brawls occurring from time to time, and gang feuds were endless. Because of its crime rate, Lone Star City was relatively backward in terms of economic development. The evil forces had such deep-rooted influence that almost no foreign tourists dared to step into the city. "Have a shot of tequila." On the remote streets of Lone Star City, Virle walked alone into a nondescript tavern, ordered a shot of tequila, and waited in silence. About 10 minutes later, he heard footsteps approaching. A white man wearing a metal mask looked at the tequila in Virle's hand and greeted hoarsely, "Old friend, long time no

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From information regarding municipal needs to county auctions happening in a few days for local farmsteads going up on the market. It surprised me that Lyla had grown up in a town like this, considering she was so worldly in her views. She had such a curious eye for life that it seemed odd to me that she grew up in a town that had barely a thousand people in it. Where she got her insatiable thirst for the world I'd never know, but that's one thing I loved about her. She wasn't afraid of an adventure. "Where are we going exactly?" I stopped at Zayed's words, noticing that I actually had no clue.

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And _cried_. For the first time in 18 years. Rylan patted his face. _Seven_. _Four_. _Both_. _Neither_. “_Not _lonely_ now_,” he said. And _smiled_. _Whole_. ---

It was quaint. When the town disappeared it turned into small groups of houses, until they too slowly started to drift further apart until there was nothing but fields. Every so often we drove down roads with tall forests lining each side of the road. At times we broke through trees to find large modern style cities. Tall buildings and bustling streets filled with so many people that I forgot what a city was until I’d seen it with my own eyes. It made me realise just how many people Leon was responsible for, how much weight he carried each day. And he knew everyone and everyone knew him.

Our feet were slowly digging the white sand that will surely leave a foot prints, as we walk our way near the beach. “What a coincidence that I found you here.” “Since I saw the picture of this town, something was trying to convince me to have a vacation here, and now I know the reason why.” He added. I chuckled sarcastically. “Don’t give me that sh*t Martini. Do you think I’ll believe you that this is just a coincidence huh?” After a moment of silence, he chuckled. “I thought you won’t notice.” “This is an isolated town Martini, with a hundred or probably thousands of perfect tourist spots here in the country you’ll really end up here huh?”

She rubbed her hands together and rested against the sofa, "Okay. That would make this easier then. Since you both don't have a pack, you're rouges. And until you find a pack to join, werewolves from all over will be hunting you whenever you step on their territory." My eyes widened, "What?! Rouges?! That's like a death sentence." I tried to recall all that Salem had told me. Rouges were lone wolves without a pack. They were usually ousted from a pack after doing something horrendous, and tend to live without morals. They have no sense of belonging and are feral, so packs typically hunt them down to avoid future trouble whenever they step on their territory. How could they make us rouges? I