Never Too Far Novels & Stories

It had been three years since my rich older brother, Dylan Mitchell, blocked my number. Then he dropped a single dollar into my crowdfunding campaign. His comment was dripping with pure venom: [If you actually drop dead, let me know so I can throw a party.] Three years ago, the girl he’d been financially sponsoring accused me of stealing her spot at a top university. Dylan flew into a rage and pulled me out of school entirely. "I can support you for the rest of your life even without a diploma," he yelled, "But you steal someone else’s future? You need to learn a damn lesson!" We had a screaming match, but it ended with him shoving me out the front door, his face cold as ice. "Don't com

Carmen mumbled. “Really? Don't you think that you are exaggerating a bit? I mean, there's still someplace out there that's exciting that we haven't visited yet.” “Nope, we have been to every single entertaining place in this country.” While struggling to remember a place that he and Carmen had not been at, Liam gave a nervous chuckle. Then he sighed and said, You are right. Is this how much free time we have now that we are jobless?” “Yep,” Carmen said with a smile, feeling glad that they had all the time in the world to be alone together and love each other.

My heart fluttered at the sound, but I pretended not to hear it and continued walking toward the sunlit road. If there was a next life, I never wanted to see Shawn again.

Anderson comforted “He was just feeling bad on behalf of Adam who was genuinely distraught.” “Um” Neil hummed in a low voice. He wasn’t going to argue with family; he would quietly agree to disagree, but he would never ever put his friend in danger again, even if he had to make enemies with the whole world. Why did he need the world when he had Chris and Adrian? This time he was here, what about next time?

I did remember on my trip back last year, I took a bottle of yogurt out of the fridge since the heat was getting to me. Cass Silver, my sister-in-law, gave me an attitude when she caught me quenching my thirst upon her return. She didn’t hold back on the snide remarks at the dinner table. “You might want to watch what you eat. It’s harder to find a partner when you let yourself go. “It isn’t as easy to earn a living in our sleepy town than where you are. The prices are ridiculous. I don’t know how we survive. “You’re pretty generous to yourself. I bet you burn through a ton of cash every month.”

Distance, I learned, is not a thing you create by stepping away. It is a thing you carry in your chest and pray will harden before your heart betrays you. I woke that morning resolved to be careful. Not hopeful. Not foolish. Careful. The kind of careful that keeps one alive in a palace that devours girls like me without ceremony.

Something dangerous. By the time we pulled into the house, reality settled back in, Heavy. Sharp. Unforgiving. I turned off the engine, my fingers still resting on the wheel. Neither of us moved immediately. Then he spoke. Soft. Close. Too close. “You’re going to keep running from me?” I didn’t look at him. “I’m not running.” “You are.” Silence. Then I opened the door.Stepped out. Without answering. But as I walked toward the house…

Some lingered briefly, while others left without mercy. After everything we went through, we would all end up dying alone. … "Wynn," Hector softly called out to me. I reached out and gently caressed his face. "I'm here." Deep down, I muttered, "Oh, Wynn Carrington… It's never too late to turn back…"

38 years ago, my dad's student, Lena Lambert, accuses him of sexually assaulting her. In the end, he ends his life by jumping off a building. The day he dies, Lena is crying in front of the cameras while holding up her medical report. Later, she becomes an overnight sensation, known as the girl who stands up for her rights, joins the entertainment industry, and becomes an inspirational star with millions of fans. Unable to accept Lena's success, my mom, Lucy Murphy, passes away six months later. I'm only seven years old when this happens, and I spend the next 38 years gathering evidence, waiting for the chance to get my revenge. Today, Lena's daughter, Winona Lambert, sits across from m

Amid the crisp sound of glasses colliding, I took a sip of the cold beer. The chill slid down my throat, but somehow, it warmed my heart. The road ahead was long, yet there was no reason to look back. Somewhere out there, beyond the horizon, an open wilderness was still waiting for me.