Main Street Novels & Stories

The observation settles over me like something heavy and unexpected. We reach Woodstock just before dusk. The town is exactly as I remember it. Small and quiet and pretty in the way that New England towns are pretty, like someone designed them specifically to appear on postcards. White church steeples and maple trees and a covered bridge over a cold river. The kind of place where nothing bad is supposed to happen. Hayes directs our driver down a series of increasingly narrow roads until we turn onto Maple Street, and then he holds up a hand. "Stop here."

Three years after my release from prison, I ran into my ex-wife in the presidential suite of the most exclusive hotel in Bayshore. It had been years since I last saw her. She was draped in a silk robe, radiating wealth. When she recognized me, something unreadable passed through Cecily Monroe's eyes. "On the day you got out, why didn't you wait for me to come pick you up?" I said nothing and handed over the takeout. Her gaze dropped to the scar on my wrist, and her breath caught. "I went too far with that. But you've always been tougher than Adrian. You can always get back on your feet." She was talking about what happened six years ago, when Adrian Burke was involved in a catastrophic

They'd sat up there for two hours watching the sun go down over the ridge and talking about everything and nothing, and at some point Noah Callahan's shoulder had been pressed against his and neither of them had moved away, and Eli had understood something about himself that he hadn't had a word for yet. He passed the water tower without slowing down. The town materialized the way it always had — all at once, like a secret the forest had been keeping. The main street appeared from between the trees: the old post office with its faded flag, Morrow's Bookshop with the handwritten sign in the window advertising a poetry reading on Thursday, the Cedarwood Falls Di

I grabbed my keys. The drive took exactly two hours and seventeen minutes. Millbrook was one of those towns that looked like it hadn't changed in fifty years. Main Street had a diner, a hardware store, a post office. Trees lined the roads, their branches heavy with late spring leaves. Kids rode bikes on the sidewalks. An old man sat on a bench feeding pigeons. I found Oakwood Lane without trouble. The houses were small, well-kept, the kind renters took care of because they hoped to stay. Number 412 was pale yellow with white trim, a porch swing swaying slightly in the breeze, flower boxes under the windows.

I grin down at the badge as I make sure it sits straight against my chest, I catch Rhode shyly grinning out of the corner of my eye. Thankfully the tram doesn't take as long as I feared and soon we are all loading off and heading towards the main entrance. Rhode takes out a set of tickets from his bag, we are moved quickly through the security checks and before I can even register what's happening, we're on Main Street. The architecture makes me feel like I've stepped straight into the early 20th century - the signs decorating the buildings proclaim them to be places like 'Town Hall' and 'Opera Theatre', with adorable cafes sandwiched in between.

Krystal's resolute nod reinforced our commitment to follow his advice, understanding the necessity of maintaining a low profile in this volatile Following Krystal's lead, I followed her towards the bar, the familiar strains of Bob Seger's "Main Street" resonating through the air. The choice of music only confirmed what I had already suspected – we were indeed in a biker bar. In my mind, Fat Bob had always been associated with images of Harley-Davidsons, cold beers, and Tom Cruise's infamous underwear dance. Little did I know that tonight, I would be adding toothy strippers to that rather eclectic mental picture.

she smiles back As i open the front door i see Jerry standing there about to knock "oh hey" "Hey kiddo, you ok?" "Yeah im just on my way to school", "Ok catch you later" "Bye" As i hop into my car i see mom come up behind Jerry whos watching me the picture is perfect mom and dad waving off there little girl, i shake my head as i drive off, i rwally need to get my head out of the clouds.

com) Mahal, I was surprised that you suddenly came and asked me to watch a movie. Just like when we were at the team building, I was once again shocked by the words you said. Especially with your opinions about Mary Austin's decision in their relationship with Freddie Mercury. I often think that you are just tripping over me. And I'm just waiting for you to shout at me and say that you remember.

I said while sitting in the passenger seat. "Sure ma’am." We went off and I listened to Taylor Swift’s music. I opened my eyes when I felt that the car had already stopped. We were already at the pet shop, so I went out to go inside. "Good afternoon, ma’am." The cashier welcomed me. I smiled at her and continued to walk inside the shop. I bought many treats for my dog, Misha, and also cat food for the stray cats so that they have something to eat. I paid for all of it happily while thinking about those pets that I was going to feed. My bank account is always full because I don’t really spend money that much.

“I know! I know! I promised I wouldn't cry today. But you can't blame me. Mother is outside preparing for a grand party for Angus and I am stuck here with you and a rotten pizza on my carpet, No offense, Lala.” I rubbed her gently on her branch and she tightened her grip. “I wish she could love me”. Just then “Numb little bug” by Em beihold began to play. I began to sing to it, draining in every single beat and lyric. “Lala, if you can help me arrange my room. I promise to not let anything ruin my day”. The tree shrugged and in a way, grimaced. “Oh come on! It sounds fair to me. Okay! I'll give you fresh manure and nice trimming later”.