Lonely Town Novels & Stories

Tom worked at driving any uncomfortable thoughts from his mind. He was a single, lonely guy in a new town with no friends. He had every right to seek out and enjoy some company. And anyway, he hadn’t done the seeking, it had come to him. Tom told Reggie to follow him to his room, and which motel he was staying at. The guy was driving an old pickup that had seen better days, and a lot less primer. Tom mused that one of the nice things about living in a motel was that one could always move if things got weird with someone.

Marie gave Liam a look that meant don’t you dare make her leave it behind. So she didn’t. Wrapped in her jacket, the puppy rode in Ellie’s lap. He burrowed against her belly, three heads pressed close, as if the wide world outside the truck was too much to bear. The road wound past cane fields, sagging wire fences, and lonely stretches of bushland before the township came into view. Olympia. A name grander than the place it belonged to: a butcher, a grocer, a post office, one pub, and a scattering of houses crouched against the hills. A town so small it barely clung to the map, and yet full of eyes, ears, and tongues.

"no i think God never written true friendship in my destiny , it not only that whenever i become attach to someone in the end they all leave me , i was always a loner from my childhood . you know sometime i would feel so lonely i would cry secretly , i never had anyone to share my sadness or secrets with some one . i would be so alone. .but i would always tell my self that i will find a true companion in my husband one day and then i would never feel lonely . ....... but i think i was wrong i will be alone my entire life . he was quite and was listening to my each word for the first time i saw expression on his face and it was pain . i lone tear escape from my eye i hurridley wipe it away

Nia said, her eyes lighting up like star filled oceans. Nia was a year and some older than me, and the daughter of our Beta, Jaxon and his mate, Awena. She had yet to find her mate, but she also didn’t travel far outside the village. I always tried to keep her hopes up that he was out there, just not born yet. She jokes because everyone knows my parents’ story, but she would always get a little bummed out.

I was proud of what I had built, but there was no pride in what the city had become, a safe haven for those cast out from Packs, Clans, Sleuths, and Clowders. Where the lonely and rejected came, looking for that spark they lost. Needless to say, the city has been dubbed ‘The Lonely City.' It was thriving but with all the wrong people. Drugs, prostitution, illegal fighting rings, gambling, and drinking. And I had let it become this way. I was the main antagonizer, encouraging this way of life, dominating the underworld, and allowing the scum of the realm to take up residence in my city. The other friend was kneeling before me, now sucking my cock as hard as she could, gagging, trying to fit a

She heard a dog barking in the distance, the slush of tires back behind her somewhere, probably on Wade Hampton Boulevard, but these sounds only served to accentuate the deep stillness and quiet that closed over the town like a glass dome. Greer was far from a metropolis, a relatively small city of approximately twenty-nine-thousand citizens, but Clare had never seen it this deserted before. She imagined herself in one of those old black-and-white Twilight Zone show that she watched a marathon of last New Year’s, a woman alone in an abandoned world.

From being the daughter of an Alpha, I became a lone wolf. I had to fend for myself, so I mingled with other homeless kids and they taught me how to survive. I am twenty now, and I’m still on the street, starving. As I walked down the street, my stomach grumbled, reminding me that I was yet to feed her. I dipped my hand into my pocket and drew out the last fifty cents with me. I wasn’t sure what this small amount of money was going to do to me, but I hoped that if I approached a food seller with this amount, he or she would show remorse.

Ariana I left a farewell letter to my parents, which is just beside my bed, I don't know if they have seen it or not. The days wore on as I journeyed through unfamiliar lands, seeking refuge in various hostels along the way. Each night, I found myself surrounded by the laughter and intimacy of loving couples, their affectionate gestures a stark reminder of the companionship I had lost. In the hostels, I watched as couples shared tender glances and whispered sweet words, their closeness a testament to the warmth of their bond. This relieved my loneliness of traveling alone.

" He said this while holding my palms in his. I nodded in agreement, and with no word, I started walking, and I knew he was still standing there looking at my discarding figure. I walk and walk. I do not know where, but I stopped and looked around the busy streets of New York. Where few are walking and running to work, few are clicking pictures with their partner, few are looking for visitors, and few are here for shopping. I look around and see all the happy and busy faces. And me? Well, again, I am standing like a stupid person, thinking the world is with me, but reality hit me when the truth rubbed on my face, saying I am still and will be lonely.