Main Street Novels & Stories

“Keep your eyes on me, Emory. Only listen to my voice. You can do it. Slow breaths.” His hands cupped her face and whispered soothingly, “It’s just me and you here. Let everything else fade away.” Only my voice, Emory. As the carriage sped through the streets, the thunderous sound of the storm filled their ears. Emory closed her eyes and focused on Rahl as everything faded away. Reaching deep into her core, she searched for the light that guided her before. Slowly, the voices faded, leaving only Rahl’s touch and voice like a glimmer of hope amidst the tempest.

He kept replying to someone's messages while I scrolled through the wedding-dress photos my father had sent me. Just then, he blurted out, "Stop the car." I turned, puzzled. He smoothly hid his phone and said shortly, "Something's come up. I need to make a trip to the south side of the city. Ms. Graf, you should take a cab back." Rivergate was being hammered by heavy rain, and it was around 4 to 5 a.m. right now. The streets were absolutely desolate. I opened my mouth to refuse, but Elliot had already opened the door and shoved me outside.

"ID." I handed it over. He studied it under a small flashlight, comparing my face to the photo. After what felt like an eternity, he nodded and handed it back. "Entrance is fifty." I pulled out my wallet and handed him a hundred-dollar bill. "Keep the change." He pocketed the money and opened the door. The music hit me first. Deep bass that vibrated in my chest, layered with something electronic and hypnotic. The lighting was purple and blue, punctuated by red spotlights that swept across a small stage. Women danced in various costumes, some elaborate, others minimal.

“We don't have anything.“ I was slightly taken aback. Denny was a princess who had been brought up with a silver spoon. “What happened? And who are you with?“ I asked. Was she trying to admit that she was with her mother? “Mia, I will be alone here at one o'clock tomorrow. Can you come over? I am a hidden warehouse along X X road." I sighed. “Denny, I am not in the country. Just tell me what you want,” I told her. Even if I asked Dave to bring me back home, we would not make it on time for me to meet her.

Old Toby grunted, trampling on the pedals to ford one last stream. “Is there any diner we can go first?” asked Jay. “I’m starving.” “The diner is at the inn.” Jay flashed one of his nice smiles. “To the inn, then.” Only a few minutes later, the truck stopped outside an old, neat three-story house on Main Street, with a wooden roof covering the sidewalk up to the curb.

I cross the road to my apartment building using my senses to look around and be careful and not think thoughts about werewolves I should not be thinking about. I use my key to access the building’s lobby. It’s a tall, narrow building with a long narrow lobby. Each floor has just one apartment. Which doesn’t mean the apartments are big. It’s an idiosyncrasy of Loop City that all its tenements are like this. Like tall, grey blades jutting up from the pavements.

"We need you. Ryan needs you" The driver drove into the town and Lisa could see a huge thick steel gate being closed and locked, she could predict this was the main entrance into the town. It was normal, nothing supernatural, houses, markets, and other human things she could think of. Lisa knew they already arrived at the wolf town, where Ryan lived, and the thought of seeing him made her nervous.

“That was just plain cold, AJ.” She spun the keys on her finger. “This is gonna be so great.” Macie froze. A strange feeling rippled through her. “What?” “You’ll see. Let’s go find us some cowboys to tame, girlfriend.” Two blocks of Main Street were cordoned off. Macie and AJ wove through pickups and four-wheel drive vehicles lining the side street. Shouts sounded above the bass line of the Western song blasting from the loudspeakers. Macie was having a hard time keeping up with AJ’s long-legged strides, mostly because she was dragging her feet. She wanted to go home.

Dillon replied warmly, with an edge of relief that they hadn't gotten in a horrific car accident over his silly crush. With that, he looked forward again with a slight grin. When the light turned green, he turned onto Main Street. He finished the turn and saw a spectacular sight, even to him. Tony wasn't typically a fan of the holidays, but he had to admit the complexity of the network of lights that illuminated the whole street was indeed something to behold. It was a very nicely kept commercial street, with many stores, small shops and restaurants. It was a rather old area, and the street lights had nice cast iron work on them from the early twentieth centur

The stage curtain smells like dust and lemon polish and secrets. Main Street runs one block back from the sand, a polite row of weatherboard facades and hand-painted signs: Patel’s Bakery (best meat pies this side of the Bruce, argue with me and I’ll arrest you for bad taste), the Driftwood (a pub that looks like it’s held together by spilled beer and stubbornness), Dunn’s Bait & Tackle (where the fridge hums, the mullet stinks, and the advice is free if you can tolerate the sermon), and Bright Tide Café, which does smashed avo that would make a city hipster cry and charges ten bucks less for it. There’s a pharmacy that doubles as a confessional if you catch M