Paths Crossing Novels & Stories

But, I had just found out that I was expecting Rosy, and I was completely turned around by the news. I hear the sound of tires followed by a boom. Two cars had just collided at an intersection. No smell of blood and more fear than harm, apparently. Intersection... Crossroads. I look down at my screen again and try to enter the place's name. A muffled cry leaves my lips. In the West, lost on the road in the middle of nowhere. Placed at an unlikely crossroads : Crossroad Café.

Follow the path that you feel the most comfortable with. “You clever little shit.” I mumble while tucking the first note into the hiking backpack that Colton had lent me. Hiking isn’t usually my thing at all. The singular thing that had changed my mind was the feeling of freedom that washed over me when I deleted the playlist a couple of nights ago. Though, a scavenger hunt is something that I wasn’t expecting at all today. This path seems easy, especially for a novice hiker such as myself. The ground is tampered down to form a stabilized path which is easy to walk on, the river at the bottom of the foothills that the trail is situated on provides an easy breeze that rustles through the dens

The occasional passerby crossed her path, lost in their own thoughts or rushing to their destinations, oblivious to the whirlwind of emotions that Ava carried within her. She paused at a familiar intersection, her gaze lingering on a bench bathed in the soft glow of a nearby streetlamp. Memories of their chance encounter at the grocery store flooded her mind, a gentle reminder of the unexpected turn her life had taken. " Could our paths cross again? " Ava whispered into the night, her voice carried away by the gentle breeze. She gazed up at the stars, feeling a sense of wonder and curiosity about what the future might hold.

However, there were no ‘ifs’ in life. The car crossed the Brooklyn Bridge. Through the rain and mist, the streetlights on the bridge flickered on one by one, stretching forward like a road leading somewhere.

Narrative POV Dai and Lia step out of the elevator with their hands roaming over their bodies, breaking the intense kiss to unlock the door as they continue their assault on each others lips. Kicking off their shoe at the living room as they make out. Dai getting impatient, picks up Lia bridal style to the bedroom.

They had left the farming landscape behind a couple of days ago and was now riding through a landscape full of small patches of trees that framed grassy knolls with boulders and rocks scattered around it. “How do we cross it? Is there a bridge?” Mary asked, trying to look ahead to see for herself. “No there isn’t a bridge, in about an hour we will come to a ford where we will be able to make it across” Leana explained. Mary frowned at the unknown word. “What is a ford?” she asked.

I lift her to hold her while Damen and Sam sit back down on the sofa. Wanting to hold her more and truly never let her go, I take her seemingly exhausted body fully into my arms and sit between Damen and Sam. “What happened,” Sam asks Trinity. “I saw glimpses of death and destruction in her mind. It was incredibly painful. Then, there was a bright light and after a void.” Trinity says while rubbing his goatee. “Bridges are rare, to begin with. During the reincarnation process for many souls, they have the choice of which soul path they want to try to succeed on.

She crossed one of her legs over the other. "It's time for her to know the true definition of her daughter. I'll make her see through me whether she likes it or not." I chuckled delightfully, positively imagining the supposed successful outcome of Sally's idea.

"We abandon the mounts at the split, send them down the main road, and go on foot through the track." I felt it click. "So kade's men follow the horses." "For long enough," he said. "Do it," Rylan said. That was the end of the conversation. The thirty minutes felt like ten. The crossroads appeared through the tree line, two dirt paths cutting through the forest, the left one wide and well-worn, the right one barely visible, its entrance half-eaten by overgrowth and weed. The branches on the right path looked like they'd been trying to close that door for years.

Somewhere layered with both light and shadow, sound and silence, paths that split and converged. We found it in the **abandoned subway interchange** beneath the city — a maze of half-collapsed tunnels, platforms choked with dust, old tracks leading into darkness. Three routes converged there, two functional, one collapsed. It was a natural choke point, a place designed for flow but long since forgotten.