On Java Road Novels & Stories

Finn nodded, agreeing with them. They continued their self-imposed task, following the man who was driving hurriedly. At first, they were driving really close to him, as both cars were not the only cars going that way. Then suddenly, the man maneuvered the car into a narrow tar road. It was a one-way road, and no other car was passing that road except the man. The guys stopped the car at the tip of the road, trying to create enough space between their car and Jawal's. "Check quickly, where does this road lead?" Gabriel said to Gavin.

Dirman, who used to be idealistic, had gradually turned into a pragmatist, being carried away by the currents of the camp that legalized various ways to achieve goals. The distance between Hotel Brown Palace and the Siupala University was not so far, about 3 km. When Dirman's car was less than 500 meters before the campus, the traffic was congested. Inevitably, Dirman's road was slightly hampered. The passing vehicles were running at less than 20 km/h. There was reconstruction for the water channel on the side of the road. There was seen the project officer who worked to repair the channel. There were also security officers trying to unravel the congestion so that traffic returned smoothly.

"Julian — she's fast. She knows the exit routes." "I know." I got out of my car. "I'm going myself." "Julian—" I hung up. The northeast road ran along the edge of the industrial port. At two in the morning it was empty in both directions. Shipping containers stacked on the left. The Gulf Black is still on the right. The road surface was good asphalt with a thin layer of desert sand blown across it from the open ground to the north. I drove fast. Faster than was strictly legal on a public road, which was not something I usually permitted myself. Tonight I did not care.

A beautiful bridge made up of pink, blue and yellow supports greeted them, and a few cars cruised along on roads. Pedestrians strolled along on white concrete sidewalks, bicycle wheels spun along, the steel spokes illuminated only by the midday sun. It was the kind of place where a man could retire in peace, spend the rest of his life sitting on his front porch, drinking ice tea, free from the chaotic world. On a simple side street, Mattel saw the brown mazda. His first thought was “is this even road safe?” His mate had pretty expensive taste, he couldn’t believe she would chose to drive such a beaten down car.

He hurried along the road, not minding the shadowy figure that watched him. "There you are, you bugger," the man's voice was calm; days passed since he started waiting for Jarden to pass the path, which people now call the path of no return. The road wasn't larger than your regular village road, once long ago it was a merchant road, now a road for the desperate. The man was used to wear a goatee. Days passed without shaving his true goatee formed a full beard.

Early morning the next day, when the sunlight cleared the heavy fog, Ronjon, Asha, and Monojit dashed straight to the car which was parked near the camp. Ronjon started the engine with one aim in mind, to go back to Nirabpur. Ten men followed them, riding in a van. Ronjon’s car's speedometer went to 90. If there were speed limits, he was breaking it. Dust covered their backs as the car passed through the dirt road toward Nirabpur. Somehow, he was stopped by a military checkpoint along the way.

“Please tell me that’s not another storm.” The hum grows louder. A moment later, the first glint of metal appears through the mist—then another, and another. A long line of vehicles winding down the muddy road, sunlight flashing off their roofs. Jack steps forward, disbelief spreading across his face. “What in the name of—”

~ Jeremy’s POV~ There was only one streetlight here on Ravenspire road- One of the most dangerous roads in Los Alamos city. A stretch of hell that cut through jagged cliffs and sharp bends that had claimed men braver than me. Yet, here I was. It was not legal to race here, but of course, the lords were brutal, psychotic even. A part of me hadn’t expected Dante to give us the free will to duel without a ‘but’. But I surely didn’t expect this. -To ride through a deathly road on a deathly bike. Sounded like a call to death.

I asked him suspiciously. He gulped and said in a raspy tired voice “His men discovered another route just outside of Snow. It’s a very steep mountain road between Alcan and Snow. They’re never going to pass through your town. But it’s a very dangerous territory. They have been practicing the route for two days now and one of the cars even flipped over the mountain killing its passenger on impact. But he doesn’t want to wait any longer. He’s afraid your people might discover what he’s on to and stop him. That’s why he sent his best men to do the job”

The road that led to the left was a brick road that was wide, clean, and looked very well-maintained and afore-traversed. Another dirt road that was even more narrow and had snow all over it continued straight. In fact, it was so poorly maintained that Rhina didn’t realize that it was a road in the beginning. It looked like no one had gone up the road to the right in centuries. Rhina was about to head up the left fork when her instincts forced her to stop in her tracks. This left fork looks quite a bit…too well-maintained, doesn’t it? I wonder who it is that cleans this road every day, she wondered.