Novel & Cerita Main Street

ANA POV I felt like I had been transported into an episode of Gilmore Girls. The small town of Englewood was the epitome of the picture-perfect small town. Small mom and pop shops lined either side of Main Street that ended in a rotary. Finely manicured lawns and shrubs made the brick exterior of the building standout. I had no idea why Xavier looked so concerned that we were stuck here for several days. It seemed like the most ideal place we could have ended up.

“So where is this amazing food you promised me? My brain needs fuel!” Dani laughed, scrubbing the tears from her eyes with the back of her hand. “Alright, let’s go feed that giant brain of yours!” She took Zane on the quick tour through town and ended on Main Street. Johnson’s Feed & Seed, Ingram’s General Store, The Stitch Witch yarn shop and Betty Jo’s Bakery were still there just like she remembered. Their goal today, however, was the newest business on the street. Common Grounds was a café owned and operated by her oldest friend, Maggie, and her brother, JT.

Stone and Maam, we both got in the elevator to reach our floor. “You did fine back there, Ms.Pari. Keep it up. ” Maam said. “Thank you, Maam. ” I said, grinning. Maam went inside her cabin, and I was about to take my place, but Mr.Stone called me into his cabin, I thought he was going to praise me, but immediately frowned when he shouted “What the hell did you do back there?” “Mr.Stone, I was just trying to make them accept the deal. ” I replied, frowning.

To see normal, modern, everyday people living their lives, driving, hurrying to and fro, caught me off guard. Salem looked almost like any small, New England, suburban town. There were a few chain stores, the typical pharmacies, everything modern, and almost no sign that this town had so much history. The town was also a lot bigger than I had imagined. I had absolutely no idea where to even begin to look for my dad. Caleb must’ve been thinking the same thing at the same time, because he looked over at her with an expression: what now? “Well,” I began, “I guess we didn’t expect him to be standing on Main Street and waiting to give us a big hug.”

“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.

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

"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.