Never Ending Road Novels & Stories

We were the Guardians of the Threshold, the riders of the storm, the glitch in the heart of eternity. And for the first time in the history of the universe, the road truly had no end.

*"This is not the end." I close my eyes. "It never is." Eden sits up, wincing. "What now?" The horizon shimmers, a new city materializing-spires of glass and gold, streets humming with a melody that makes my teeth ache. "We keep moving," I say, hauling him to his feet. The game never ends. It *resonates*.

The endless blaring of car horns from rush hour rang in my ears. My father, Michael Stern, was already unconscious, laying in the lap of my mother, Edith Christian. We were stuck at an intersection. Outside the car window, my husband's colleague, Francis Light, in a police uniform, was looking at me icily. He said, "Everyone is stuck here. If I were to clear a path just for you, others would call it a misuse of power. Daphne, are you just trying to get me in trouble?"

Just before we got on the plane, I asked, "Are you upset that I'm taking you with me?" Parker shook his head and pressed his cheek against mine. "You're the only one I need." At that moment, my tears finally broke free. All the pain I had carried for so long melted into relief. I pulled out my phone and blocked Beatrice on every platform. "Beatrice, I suppose this is goodbye forever," I muttered under my breath. … The next day, Beatrice arrived at the office on time. After what happened yesterday, a sense of unease had kept her on edge.

She never recognized the closing because there was another road over that exit, leading and that exit spiraling downwards. "I've never driven down here before. Any idea where this could lead to?" Claire removed her phone from her pocket, and all her messages came from her family. Nothing from Jack, Angelas phone had a continuous beeping, "Can you see where we are?" "Yes, this road leads to a mountain.” “And how do we get off this road?” "We can't. We must go around the mountain to exit onto a freeway which leads us back into the city." "How many minutes are we looking at?"

For four years of marriage, Cillian Newberry's catchphrase had always been "wait." Traveling could wait until he wrapped up his work. Celebrating our wedding anniversary could wait until his meeting was over. Visiting my parents back in my hometown could wait until he had the time. Today was my birthday. I made sure to ask him two weeks in advance if he would be home for dinner. After he promised me he would be there, I spent the entire afternoon preparing his favorite dishes and waited for him to come home. However, I waited from six o'clock until nine, but he never showed. Then, an entertainment news broadcast caught my attention. [The CEO of Newberry Corporation was spotted pickin

THE TAKE DOWN…PART 1 Josiah screamed as they stepped out onto a road. “What the hell?” Mark asked him puzzling. “We have gone nowhere, except maybe 2 miles.” Josiah answered him. “Surely we have gone more than that.” Mark tried to reassure him. “No I recognize this road and just around the corner up there is where it ends. It leads to another road that will take us back out to the main highway of this hillbilly town.” Josiah told him.

The road stretched ahead, winding toward the mountains—toward Selena Jones. And this time, nothing would stop us. --- The road stretched endless in front of us, the city giving way to long stretches of gray highway and then to the rolling countryside. The deeper we drove, the quieter it became—traffic thinning, buildings fading, until it was only us and the wilderness pressing in on both sides.

I wanted to say something but he stooped for a while and djust continued flying down the express in supersonic speed. The car didn’t stop till we got to that really lonely road you know the kind in the movies with nothing but silence and then a shot from far away that makes it look like someone’s watching from afar. The car stopped and he alighted after specifically telling me to stay in the car. I went back into his car like that morning when I was meeting his friends but I didn’t go too down so I would be able to see Beck as he was standing on guard with his gun in his hand looking over and all about the lonely road of route 17

“Hold that thought.” I nodded and pulled on my helmet. He did the same, climbing on the bike and waiting for me to join him. The ride into Portland was gorgeous. The sun wouldn’t set for another hour, and it shone off the Columbia as we headed over the bridge. We pulled into the parking lot of Big Ernie’s Body Shop (the front this time) and Alex maneuvered the bike into the end space next to other just as gorgeous Harleys. He lowered the kickstand and waited for me to climb off the bike before doing the same.