Never Ending Road Novels & Stories

"Stop fooling around, Doctor Smith! How can someone just die so easily? I was just holding her hand not long ago. I promised I would come back for her… She always keeps her promises. She'll wait for me to come home." "But she's not home. You saw that yourself, didn't you?" Wade said. "Maybe she's just angry at me. I really did cross a line there…" Zach stammered. Wade didn't have any patience for Zach's self-delusion. He said flatly, "I scattered her ashes in the sea. She always loved being free. And you? You'll never get her forgiveness." Wade's quiet verdict sounded like the Devil's murmur to Zach, and the phone slipped from his hand. He stared at the broken screen, then at our photo on th

Too many responsibilities. Tea looked up at the scorching sun, squinting to look at the clouds. She listened to the birdsong that charmingly danced against her eardrums. She wiped the sweat off her perspiring forehead then rubbed it on her dirty, muddy vest which covered only her chest. She walked towards the corner of the still dirty floor and left the broom there, already weary from her hard work. The half-finished roof sheltered her from the heat and brought with it a refreshing coolness that satiated her body’s rising temperature. Her bright green eyes fluttered before coming to a stop at the curve of her cheek. And sleep came like a hunter closing on its prey. She dreamed. And when her

Mary drew close to us and whispered, “We got friends who know a safe passage back to our home. They’re waiting at the Sundance Saloon.” Walking down the dirt road toward the crossroad, my friends and I felt like we were in a Western movie; saloons, stagecoaches, cowboys, and the Old West letters. The only difference was the people on the streets who came from different timelines. War’s End happened to be at the center of the four trade routes that converged together, with rows of buildings formed into the shape of a cross. Caravans and travelers streamed like colorful waves, arriving and departing to the east, west, and south, but never to the north. The road toward that direction remained e

Closer. The silver ocean darkened beneath it. Not with corruption. With absence. The feeling of roads ending. Journeys finishing. Stories concluding. Then Mira finally spoke. Her voice barely audible. "That's the End." Silence. The words echoed across realities. The End. Not death. Not destruction. Something older. Something fundamental. The figure on the horizon stopped walking. It looked toward them. Luke couldn't see its face. Could barely see its shape. Yet he knew it was watching.

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

“I’m the only one in this car who’s properly alive, hombre. I’m neither spirit nor clay.” The Golem remained silent and continued to brood in the back seat. “We’re here,” said Fernández. They came to a spot in the road where the thick grouping of trees parted, revealing a deeply rutted dirt road. They slowed and turned onto the unmarked road. The car bottomed out with a teeth-jarring clunk, and more than once the Golem slammed his head into the roof of the car. Before long, they reached a fork in the road. The road to the right was as worn as the road on which they’d entered the property. The left fork was more overgrown.

Now, a shortcut had emerged, a passage that swiftly propelled them to their destination in remarkably little time. “ I haven’t been to the end of the Halcyon Road, that is, the deepest part of the Dark World, and I don’t know if there’s another world there. What I can confirm now is that there exist living beings with powers beyond our understanding at the end of the road. They’ve mastered an incomprehensible Path.” Upon hearing this, James’ expression grew serious. He hailed from the future, where Anceralos had shattered, and the Halcyon Road had vanished from the annals of history.

Until death-chapter 31 Theme: The Road Warriors Taking different corridors in the tunnel, I was sauntering after the squirrel cat, who I have now named after my foster father. I intentionally do it to honour his name. We have been running for what seems like an eternity, taking different twisted turns. Thanks to the giant red sun, I am sure that I would have lost sight of Reed. He didn't even pause to check on me, despite how I was breathing heavily.

Ten acceptances. Forty days. And two people sitting on a thinking rock in the dark, holding on, the edge of a road stretching out ahead of them into whatever came next. Not a cliff. A road. Always, from now on. A road.

Hearing that, Edward Crayon quickly gestured for the driver to get the hell out of that place before another car got to their back and the driver immediately did as he was asked and drove the car backward before finding a way to have a u-turn and drove away from the road that was undone. The new road was lonely and free. There were not more than two cars on the road and they were moving past them. There were only trees and trees on the side of the road, beautiful trees and plants. The lonely road felt long as Edward Crayon returned his gaze to the newspaper that he was reading. “How many minutes would it take for us to get home?” he asked the driver. “Thirty minutes remaining.” Thirty minute