Our Way Novels & Stories

When the plane began to move, I looked out the window. The city stretched beneath the clouds—cold, glittering, beautiful, and full of ghosts. I pressed my hand gently over my stomach. “Zayne Ford,” I whispered, “we’re truly over.” The engines roared, and for the first time, I didn’t flinch. The city grew smaller, then vanished entirely beneath the clouds. And just like that, I was free.

I could not take another crushing blow like that. Emily had to give me directions to the home as it could not be found using modern navigation. It was a bit farther from town than I had thought to live, but I did not mind a little more countryside. It was peaceful and I liked that it would be difficult for Jax to track me down. The home itself was located on a private road, owned by local farmers and ranchers.

The loud speakers of the 404; linked to the Radio weren't chanting an old ballad or ditty, neither was a pop music or jazz booming out of the speakers, no, the solemn, low-pitched voice of a broadcaster were emanating and it said, "... We're sorry to cut off Mike Callingways' 'Trumpeter's Heart' just as it was climbing up to its zenith, but it reached our Station this morning - that there have been whimsical weather changes all over Wabrook and its surrounding countries. One being in HH on Saturday afternoon. Therefore, we will admonish that everyone goes about with at least, a mini flashlight - which goes for about fifteen Earthian Grerode, an umbrella and at least update their loved ones o

Damn it! I needed to find a way to go there..

“Return how.” “The same way you came.”

Always us. THE END

If he did not come quickly, she would fall asleep right there. Wan stood on the crossroads, waiting for a taxi. He saw a few pass by but they were all filled with passengers. He hit himself when he saw an Uber. He should have just call an Uber instead of wasting his time there. He was about to pull out his phone when someone interrupted him.

Side by side. The way we did everything now.

Alive. We did not look back.

And always feels like there’s a chip on his shoulder because he is ‘stuck’ with me. Anyway, humans were destroying smaller Packs left and right. Our Pack, Shadow Paw, got its name by constantly being on the move and not being discovered. We would lie low in wooded or mountainous areas. Living among the wildlife. Running into the occasional hunter, hermit, nomad, camper or hiking and disposing of them swiftly. We have found a substantial area and have been here for a while now. But we are always ready to vacate and destroy the area in a heartbeat if necessary. We burn any evidence that can connect us to the region.