Nobody Walks Novels & Stories

Elias asked from the doorway, wiping his mouth with a towel. Lucas looked up. “You sure you want me there?” Elias nodded. “It’s just a walk. Nothing dramatic.” Lucas stood. “With us, even walking feels like a risk.” They left the apartment without touching, without speaking much. The city wasn’t awake yet, which helped. Fewer eyes. Fewer chances to pretend. They walked down the street, side by side, not quite close, not quite distant. The breeze was cool, and the sidewalks were still damp from last night’s rain.

‎Isabella walked through it like a ghost. ‎Her small shoes made quiet, steady sounds against the pavement. ‎Tap… tap… tap… ‎Not hurried. ‎Not lost. ‎Just moving. ‎People passed her. ‎A woman carrying groceries. ‎A man arguing loudly into his phone. ‎Children laughing as they chased each other down the street. ‎No one stopped. ‎No one asked. ‎No one noticed. ‎She kept her gaze forward, her expression blank, her thoughts anything but. ‎Find a boat.

Despite it not being too late, it seems that no one remains outside. Walking behind homes, I don’t see much reason to sneak. No one is about, as I try to find any sense of life. Quite frankly I’m interested in maybe hearing some conversations to find out what life is like here. Might as well make the most of my time here. Plus, it is distracting me from what is going on between myself and Time. All of a sudden, I see someone walking down the main street. They are tall lean, head down, walking aimlessly. That is until I notice a girl approaching him.

Her eyes were also very dim. Nara didn't care. It only took a moment, then walked out. However, she did not find anyone in the palace hall. Quiet. "Where are the people!" Nara said slowly. She also did not see a single guard who usually passed by on guard. But it's very quiet. Nara kept walking. Find out what's wrong with this very quiet palace.

He walked toward him. Not a decision in the deliberate sense. The kind of thing that had been decided at some prior moment he had not been present for, or had been present for without recognizing it as the moment of decision, and had only now arrived at its execution. He walked and the space diminished in the ordinary increments of steps across a floor and then there was very little of it and then there was none. They stood.

He'll know what you mean, even if he won't want to answer. Ariel's thumb hovered over the screen. She looked up, scanning the courtyard out of habit, though she had no real reason to think whoever was texting her was close enough to see her reaction. Theo was at their usual table, talking with Nathan about something that made them both laugh. Britney was nowhere in sight. Why are you helping me? Ariel typed. The reply took longer this time. Because someone should have helped the last one, and nobody did. Then nothing. No more messages, no matter how many times Ariel checked her phone for the rest of the day, the name Sasha sitting in her mind like a stone she couldn't stop turning over.

(Iris) I walked down the familiar path, the towering trees feeling like old friends. But this time, the path was crowded with hundreds of warriors, their footsteps creating a steady, rhythmic sound against the forest floor. The air was thick with anticipation, the scent of pine mingling with sweat and metal. Despite the presence of the warriors, I felt a gnawing emptiness inside me. Naomi was still unreachable, and the uncertainty of her fate weighted heavily on my heart.

No one answered. Because they didn't know. From within the endless light... footsteps echoed. Not one pair. Not two. Thousands. As though an entire civilization was calmly walking toward the Gate. Shapes slowly appeared beyond the brilliance. Human silhouettes. Children. Old men. Women carrying books. Writers holding empty pages. Readers carrying glowing lanterns. None of them spoke. They simply continued walking. Toward Adrian. Toward the Gate. Toward the beginning of everything. The little girl smiled through tears.

“After that, it won’t be controlled anymore.” Silence followed. Only the sound of footsteps and the faint wind between the graves filled the air. But Amara kept walking. As if five minutes were more than enough.

Because it was rare for Lilly to be angry or rebuked them. They walked straight. Passed the big, thick roots without stopping. The little path they walked in was slippery from the falling dew on the ground. Oddly, there were no trees on their way. Because of that, they can walk straight without obstacles. Their eyes didn’t move from what was in front of them, without trying to glance to the left or right, even though there were voices that seemed to be approaching them. It sounded like someone was calling them, animal sounds, and many other things that tried to divert their attention. But not even once they turn their heads.