On The Road Novel Novels & Stories

The future was bright, Oliver wished us all a life as happy as the one he was having with his adored Eva. His three letters were published together as a framed single-page feature in the student newspaper. That edition sold out in about two hours. We came to a crossroads high in the mountains. The trees had largely given way to a rocky, snow-bound plateau, the road itself had turned to a ribbon of compacted snow between two raised mounds, almost certainly the result of drain-digging. There were no skeleton buildings up here and no abandoned vehicles: just the rocks and the snow and the little twisted shrubs that pushed up through it here and there, jagged and indestructible.

Susan's POV I've been stuck on this lonely road for God knows how long, and I still haven't found a cab heading home. Everything is just working against me lately. This road is notorious for being very busy on days like this. But today, it's empty and quiet like a cemetery. It's as though Paul paid all the cab drivers to frustrate my life this morning. I can't stop glancing through every corner of the street to keep myself safe. I've heard crazy stories about this particular road in the past.

James smiled, calming me down, “You fell asleep.” “Oh,” I stifled myself back up, “I hadn't realized. Aren't you tired?” “No. Don't worry about me. I'm not stopping until we reach our destination." “Road trip with Novy," I gave a soft short laugh and turned on the radio. “That's one way to put it.” He smiled. The time slowly passed by as he drove through the empty streets. “It's like a ghost town here.” I amused myself as I noted my surroundings, there were only two to three cars behind.

“I can do that.” Rosalie tossed her car keys at her. “Drive.” They drove for thirty minutes. The city lights faded. The road narrowed. Snow thickened, piling along the edges of the mountain road like white graves. They were using the mountain road where a lot of accidents normally happen. Rosalie was asleep, her eyes shut while her head was facing up. Orla finally slowed the car, convinced Roslie had drifted into a deep sleep. The road was deserted, swallowed by darkness and snow, the only sound the engine humming beneath them. She reached for the door handle.

The road unspooled before him like a promise. Daniel gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white, foot steady on the gas. The city had long vanished behind him, replaced by open fields, rolling hills, and the occasional flicker of a roadside diner or gas station flashing past in a blur. It was still morning — the sun high enough to burn off the mist, but low enough to cast long, golden shadows across the asphalt. Birds darted between power lines. A hawk circled above a meadow. The world was awake, but quiet.

"You're very calm for someone who woke up tied in a car." "I'm having a terrible month. This barely registers." I looked at the driver then at Olly. “Who sent you?” Olly smiled. "You'll find out." I pressed my lips together, trying and failing to ignore the rapid pounding of my chest. The road was narrow and the trees on either side were close. There were no lights ahead or even behind, I realized we were somewhere well outside the city. I couldn't do it. I couldn't sit here quietly and wait for whatever fate they were going to hand over to me.

Priela's POV I had picked to ride in a matte-black sedan. Yet, the city’s siren coupled with loud honks managed to penetrate into the completely soundproof car. I melted into the cold leather unbothered about the blaring city chaos going on outside the window. Mind calm and gaze warm, fixed on the book I am reading about finance and business. Anything to prepare me for my father's company. “ The road won't be clearing off anytime soon.” Max, my personal driver muttered, jerking his head against the head guide.

"The vehicle you were in went off the road. I got you out." I looked at him. The car. I pressed toward the memory and found — not nothing, but something incomplete, full of gaps. A car. Night. Dark road. Something before the road that was important but kept sliding away when I tried to hold it. A hall. Something about a hall, and candles, and a feeling in my chest that I could not identify from this side of the pain and the gaps. "Who else was in the car?" I asked. Something moved in his expression, brief and controlled. "A man. He was thrown clear. He's alive."

Chapter 1. My old Civic made a horrible coughing sound and then died completely on the long empty stretch of Route 47. The dashboard lights flickered multiple times like an old street lamp and then went completely dark, leaving me sitting in total blackness except for the weak glow from my phone screen. The rain was pounding heavily against the roof and windows as if it wanted to break through and drown me. I was still more than two hours away from the city, driving back from visiting my parents upstate, and I knew quite painfully that there was not a single town or gas station in sight.

Out in the open world, things were going smoothly for Eallric as he drove through the familiar highways (like Coalrior) which just like before, were filled with people, but this time around, all defunct. Eallric cringed everytime his novel Peugeot 404 ran over a body as it affected the car's balance or worse, caused the bones it ran over to crush into powder - or something like that. But still, he couldn't stop for a moment to check out anything and so he drove on.