Rest Stop Novels & Stories

"What did you just do?" "I covered myself." "Did I ask you to?" "No." "Is that disobedience?" "Yes. I'm sorry. I won't do it again." I saw a sign for a rest stop in two miles. I pulled in behind the truck and followed the truck into the rest stop. I parked and quietly waited until the driver went into the restroom and was walking back to his truck. Monica watched too.

That rest stop would still experience snow the next winter. However, there would no longer be a little girl waiting for a family who did not show up.

Looks like even after six years, Mother still hasn't outgrown her habit of saying one thing and meaning another! Leon smiled and reached for me. "I'm glad you came to your senses. Let's go home." In the past, when we traveled, he always took my hand to help me into the car. Right in front of them, I walked straight to the vehicle a short distance away, one marked with the crest of the Shadow Wastelands. Leon's and Lucas' faces fell at the same time.

I’d be at full strength by the time we got there. We drove in silence for the first hour. The city gradually gave way to smaller towns, then to countryside. Rolling hills, forests. “I need to stop,” Aurora said suddenly. “What?” I leaned forward. “Restroom,” she said. “I need to use the restroom. It’s been hours.” Njord glanced at her, then nodded. “There’s a rest stop coming up. Five minutes.” We pulled into a small rest area—just a bathroom building and some vending machines. Aurora got out quickly and headed inside. I got out too, stretching my legs, watching Njord carefully.

I needed to feel whatever this was before I could decide to run from it. Ryder’s breath hitched. His grip tightened on the wheel for a second, veins standing out on his forearm. Then, without a word, he eased the truck off the main track, pulling into a shaded pull-off beneath a cluster of ancient oaks. The engine rumbled to a stop, ticking softly as it cooled. Silence rushed in—thick, expectant. No more movement. No escape route humming under our feet.

"While I did sign a contract with the company, they take a significant portion of my earnings. Additionally, the company provides a separate payment for essential expenses such as food, clothing, housing, and transportation." Beatrice was stunned. After she came to her senses, Beatrice asked Shawn for the company's address and rushed over in a hurry. However, when she reached the office and pushed open the door, she was surprised to see me sitting behind the desk. Beatrice was taken aback. "Lily? What are you doing here?" I crossed my legs and leaned back, introducing myself, "Hello, Ma'am. I'm Lily Cross from West Light Media Limited Company. May I ask what brings you here?"

As the truck rumbles along, I sit into the hay, trying to find a comfortable position and shield my stomach from any bumps. I dozed off to the steady rhythm of the truck, but my sleep was restless. The wind whipped through the open back, and I jolted awake as the truck slowed to a stop at a rest area. The driver’s voice comes from the front, “We’re stopping here. You’ll need to find another way from here.” I stretch my stiff legs and climb out, feeling fatigued in my bones. The rest area was more of a pit stop than respite, with a few vending machines and a restroom that was in a terrible situation. This place screams Danger.

“They—” “They’re not chasing us right now,” I cut in before he could finish, my tone leaving no room for debate. His lips parted, and I could see the objection forming, but I pressed on. “We’re out of gas. We need food. Rest. You need rest. We’ll stop for tonight and leave tomorrow.” His glare lingered, but I didn’t flinch. “Fine.” The word left his lips like a begrudging sigh, but it was enough. Twenty minutes later, I pulled into a gas station. The fluorescent lights flickered in a way that made my stomach churn, but I ignored it. Silas nodded toward the bag in the backseat.

They were back on the main road, and she didn’t just want to pull to the side. A blue truck stop sign glinted in the headlights and she breathed out a sigh of relief. “There’s a place just up ahead. Hopefully it’s not underwater. And let’s hope that there’s no zombies.” The rest stop was on the river side of the road, and the river had swallowed the area around the toilets and covered table, but there was a narrow stretch of concrete tight against the trees where we could park.

I think we all needed this. “Hey, can you pull up in the next town…Let me just check where we can make a stop…” Austin muses…. “The Blue Moon Pub, should be in the main road as we get in…” “Sure man…think we all need to stretch our legs.” The sun has set, and we are nearly at the airport, only another 45min left. We get into the next town, and make a stop at the Blue Moon Pub. We all take a moment to stretch our legs.