Louisiana's Way Home Novels & Stories

There were tears and hugs and promises to call and text, then she waved as the two men—one of clay, the other of flesh and blood, both now a part of her extended family—faded into the distance. “Do you mind turning the radio on?” she asked her driver. As he did, Jeannine smiled and then asked him to turn up the volume. It was Curtis’s favorite tune—a song about Fat Tuesday that made him feel like he was home, even when halfway around the world. She took it as a good sign, and she made a promise to herself to return here to New Orleans as soon as possible. She opened the window and felt the heat and humidity of home. “Driver,” she said. “There is an extra twenty in it for you if you step on t

"Is Mr. Shaw not doing well?" I nodded, my throat choking with emotion. Aiden did not ask any more questions. He simply took his phone out of his pocket. "Give me the payment slip." "Aiden, no need..." "Give it to me." He scanned the barcode on the slip and paid 50,000 dollars. "Consider this a personal loan to you. Don't worry about paying it back right away. The foundation has an aid program for advanced stomach cancer patients. I'll submit your application this afternoon. Don't be afraid. I'm here for you."

"You have seen your sister safe. I'll let your dad take your sister home, but you have to let us give you the anesthetic." Uri scowled at Richard. "I need you to destroy all the evidence you have built against my sister." "Of course," Richard said and handed Clement a USB stick. "These are all clips of your daughter and son entering the museum; you can check it out." Clement took the USB and sneered. "Do you think I believe in liars like you?" "If you don't believe it, that's fine," Richard replied. "Your son is already here; it's too late for him to run away."

' I only remember this, but now I am alone. The tin door is attached to a wire hook. It is a relief to open it by hand. The cow is calling in the barn. Grandmother says the cow does the work of the dog. Hamba Hamba starts calling when someone's footsteps are heard in the garden. As soon as Anushka heard that call, she felt that she had come to her place, no more fear.

He licked his lips and with a tremendous effort repeated, “Just . . . home. Please. I can tell you The Way.” It was how he said it that stands out to me, now. The Way. As if both words should be capitalized. A proper noun. Like it was a calling. A way of life. A pilgrimage, or something. At the time, however, I closed my eyes, rubbed my forehead and thought: Just what I need. An underage kid who probably snuck into Paddy’s with a fake ID, got himself smashed and is now trying to get home without getting busted by either the cops or his folks.

When I'd seen Mirelle in a wedding gown identical to mine and intimately leaning close to Theron, my last thread of lingering attachment snapped. The sudden call for the northern meadows suddenly hit me like a gust of wind, and the idea of running wild across endless open fields was too tempting to ignore. So, instead of boarding the original plane, I headed straight to the port and bought a one-way ticket bound for the northern meadows. I never knew that the flight I ditched had crashed or that Theron had unraveled into obsession just to find me. But even if I had, I wouldn't have cared. In the northern meadows, I met plenty of new friends. The wolves there were open, honest, and treated ev

According to Lulu, the flag is like a indication of their clan, and anyone, who finds it , ahead of the others, will be the one, to host the next family outing. Three years ago, I lost my Dad, Mom and I had to leave our home and come over to New Orleans. We don't have a huge house but the little money dad left with us, Mom used it to purchase a house and the remaining balance left she used it to enroll me in school. At my other school, I wasn't the one you'd call miss popular but the one who'd hide in the shadows and make sure nothing and no one sees her, including the bullies at the school…

As soon as he figures out where she lives. He pulled over to the side of the road, she was nearly passed out. How was he going to get her home now? He could take her to his place, but he didn't like people knowing where he lived. It was safer that way. Plus, the last time a woman knew where he lived, he had to move because she would show up whenever she felt like it. As he looked at the sleeping beauty, he noticed that her purse was on her lap, he could check her ID card and get her address. He ran his hand around looking for it before coming across a set of keys with a tag attached. He pulled them out and read the tag. It looked new and he assumed she must have just moved in. Most people di

What would we even be looking at? Yolanda erupted. "So what if I'm blind? Are you telling me this world doesn't have accessible paths? I'm blind, so people better make way for me! "Wait, don't tell me you don't know how to use a cane. That's okay, I've been blind way longer than you. I'll teach you! "I don't care! I'm going. If you won't come, we're not friends anymore!" She said it with such absolute conviction that I had no defense against it. I gave in and let Leah take the two of us to the sea.

As always, she'd watched him leave and reminded him to be safe on the road. Yet, when he recalled the mysteriously disappearing objects at home and what Neo said, fear overcame him once more. He'd run multiple red lights on the way home. When he arrived, he'd barely parked the car properly before rushing in. The lights were off. Everything seemed to be how he'd left it that morning. It was eerily silent. Charlie could even hear his own breathing. "Yuliana! Yuliana Beckett." There was no response, save for his own echo.