Paths Cross Again Novels & Stories

So we can head to a garden or the parts of the forest that have trees with the most fruit. When we approach another crossroad, there's a road to the left, to the right, one in front of us, and the road back where we came from. They're not exactly curb crossroads, they are still covered with bushes, and looking like bush tracks. There's a bad aura at this point.

Like what happened when they passed through the forest that time. They passed a river with a big current, they jumped over some big rocks to cross. This is not the path they went on…it seems like they are taking a new route…Randu had some doubts, where are they really going? But Burdak looks calm… so she shouldn't be afraid, right?

He’d seen what those things could do and he knew they were playing with him. He came to a crossroads in the path and his pursuers cut in front of him blocking two of the paths, including the most direct route to his bungalow. He knew where they were taking him. He gasped for breath and his head throbbed as he jogged past the second of the three affected graves. Like the first, the huge hillock had caved in and was now a pit filled with folds of loose turf. At the foot of the grave there was another slit in the ground that also led onto a small tunnel. Once again the turf had been folded back on either side of the slit and Jim was struck by the similarity to a pair of female labia.

There are moments in our lives—crossroad moments—that change everything through the convergence of destiny and choice. Moments when one must decide to proceed in the same direction or change course. Liam getting shot wasn't that moment. But, the seventy-two hours before the shooting—at the charity benefit when Aleksei handed Eden the ring box—now, that was a crossroad moment, the converging point when their fate collided with their decisions. The minute she looked inside and saw the bullet, she knew she'd opened Pandora's box and released all the misery and evil into their lives, and Liam's feud with the Ivanovs would only end in grief and bloodshed.

A small procession is led by a man followed by a young man and two women. They followed the path, climbed the steps carved by the river, crossed the path of the betel tree, then disappeared behind the thickets of trees. They reappeared on a small road, crossed the second pedestrian bridge, and entered a clearing full of barking trees. The trees swayed in the wind, and it was still drizzling.

I responded with a glare. The shorter staff cleared his throat. "If you'll both kindly show us your key cards, we can straighten this out." "gladly," I huffed, shoving mine forward. Mr. Smug did the same, sliding his out with infuriating calm. the staff scanned both cards, their brows furrowing. My stomach churned. Finally, the shorter one looked up nervously. "There's been a double booking. Both of you are registered to this suite." I blinked. "You've got to be kidding me."

He dialed repeatedly, but each attempt met the same automated voice: "The subscriber you have reached is powered off." His bravado crumbled, and he spat, "Just you wait!" He scooped up his shoes and bolted for the exit. The staff members shrugged and returned to their routines. The manager bit his tongue, looking troubled. Reading his mind, I reached for my phone and called Imogen, but her phone was switched off. One instance might be a coincidence. Two identical failures formed a pattern. I clenched my fists until the muscles ached. A slow chill spread through me.

“Fair enough.” They keep running. The path narrows between two jagged cliffs, forcing them into single file. Wind howls through the gully like a warning. Cris’s mind races as fast as his feet. Halden shouldn’t be able to track them this quickly. Not unless— Unless something in Cris’s wound was calling him back. Or something in Cris himself. He pushes harder, refusing to think about that yet. At the end of the narrow pass, the ground drops abruptly into a slope thick with pine and ice. In the center of the slope is a frozen stream – smooth, bright, and completely unavoidable.

*Whitney's new beginning* Sitting up in the corridors of one big building in town,I scanned the place which was too unfamiliar to me. It was a chilly morning. I could only hear birds singing melodiously. I tried to remember how I ended up in this place. I had walked for two days not knowing where I was even going. I decided to take a rest since I was extremely tired and Michael couldn't stop crying. My legs had already swollen due to the long distance I had walked.

He squinted, unsure. “It’s not finished yet, that’s why you don’t see it. We’ve only walked three points. But a fourth point would complete it.” She drew a straight line to complete the pattern. His jaw dropped as he recognized it. “A cross,” he said quietly. “We were meant to walk in the shape of a cross.” “Yes,” she said excitedly. “And if we follow the line, if we complete the cross symmetrically, it only leads to one place.” They both followed the line she drew.