Never Ending Road Novels & Stories

I drive into the dark. And I don't look back. Because I know what’s waiting for us at the end of the road. Everything. And nothing. The screen goes black. And I’m standing in the center. Waiting for the next take. Forever.

So, I used this way of arguing shits maybe I could finally arrive there, at my goal. Silence loomed now in the car. We drove for a long time. The city lights faded, replaced by tall, dark trees and empty fields. Finally, Dom pulled the car to a stop on a dirt path. The headlights cut through the darkness, showing nothing but the end of the road. "Why did you stop?" I asked. "Because we’ve come to the end of the road, Luna," he said as he turned off the engine. The silence was sudden and deafening. "What next?"

“Why do i go from one problem to another just why.“ i retorted weakly. I slammed the brakes and the truck screeched to a halt. My heart thudded so loud I could hear it echo in my ears. I puHed the door open and stepped out, my footstep echoed as i walked. The air was so cold. I took a few steps forward, squinting through the faint mist, and then. “Holy shit…” I whispered. The road literally ended at a goddamn cliff. I walked closer until the tips of my sneakers kissed the edge. When I looked down, I couldn’t even see the bottom. It was just darkness, stretching forever. My stomach flipped. “What the hell is this?” I muttered. “Wait… isn’t the end of the road supposed to be the beginning of t

he said, and her grip tightened again because that meant they weren’t done, just adjusting, and adjusting meant they were still inside this. The road ahead stayed open, too open, the same empty stretch with no exits, no side streets, no interruptions, and the longer she drove through it the more it felt like a corridor instead of a road, something designed to move her forward without giving her a way out, “you said this ends,” she said, “it does,” he replied, “when,” she asked, a short silence followed before he said, “soon,” and that wasn’t enough but it was all he gave.

Ren rode a length ahead of me now, his attention fixed on the road with the particular intensity I'd come to recognize as his working mind, cataloguing every rise and fall of the land for cover, for ambush, for the dozen small dangers a soldier's training taught a man to see in landscape that looked, to my own untrained eye, like nothing more than empty moor. "There," he said eventually, drawing rein at the crest of a low ridge, and I followed his outstretched hand to the shape rising out of the mist below us, smaller than I'd imagined, somehow, for everything it represented. A ruin. A single, broken silhouette against a sky the color of old iron, and even from this distance, even without th

Arrival ----------------------- June 5th, 1985 - The Road and The Cabin Finally, we reached our exit. There was little there. A McDonalds and a few gas stations. We took a lonely road past a long stretch of trees, and at last turned left at an old, weatherbeaten "No Trespassing" sign. We drove down the long, gravel road in silence and anticipation, the trees on either side nearly touching above us. If you had never been to the cabin, you would probably be expecting something run down, perhaps even ruined. As soon you came into the clearing, you would realize how wrong you were.

I have to talk to dad regarding the car, allowance like I need it for something. Looking around the town, Rowena is really boring. On the route I am going I can see some bakeries, coffeehouses, restaurants, people running somewhere, I wonder if this town has an elite area, and where it is. I am standing in front of Rowena Highschool, my only goal today is not to kill anyone and just to stay as invisible as I can, see how things work, and step aside. I just want to finish this and see what the hell I am going to do with my life later. Entering the school I asked the guard where the principal's office was and started walking that way. The school does not look that bad, it looks poor but I gues

The unsigned country that used to belong to the network’s habits is being rewritten in real time by people who have decided the habits end here. A final group tries to break back toward the transit cut. They are the cleanest of what remains—experienced enough to know the engagement is lost and still trying to salvage a retreat. We do not give them the retreat clean. The eastern sight lines and the northern center close the last exit. The fighting shortens into individual endings. Then it stops. Silence returns in pieces. The wounded are counted. The living prisoners are secured. The ground that was supposed to remain unmapped and useful is now marked, held, and finished as a route.

I saw an advertisement on a secondhand marketplace app that someone was giving away an unused stroller for free, pickup only. The address was in a wealthy neighborhood across town. I secured my daughter against my chest in a baby carrier, spent two hours changing buses, then walked for another half an hour under the scorching sun before finally reaching the small mansion. I was drenched in sweat, and my daughter was so hot she started wailing. The seller was a woman about my age, with the refined air of someone who had been pampered her whole life. She studied my miserable state, her voice laced with both disdain and pity. "You came all the way from Eastside? And you're planning to

Soon, he and Sara separated from Stella and headed towards the Holy Saint Sect. Meanwhile, Jack, Woody and the others began exploring the deep hole at the bottom of the Endless Abyss. After entering the deep hole, they shivered when they peeped further into the hole. They had no idea how deep it was. Besides, the thick Yin Energy was frightening. Jack and his accomplices were extremely nervous. ‘Is this hell?’ Besides being nervous, they were curious to find out where the road could lead them. The road that Jack and his accomplices were walking on was the very same one Chester was on. It was the Soul Offering Road that led to the Ghost World. The Soul Offering Road was available on all nine