Road Less Travelled Novels & Stories

"Does Havencrest even have a reliable network? Last I heard, the Westline Holdings coverage didn't reach the inner peaks." "Exactly. The big consortiums don't see the profit in the winding roads, so they skip the promotion. The coverage is spotty at best." "Well, the topography is a nightmare for standard signals," I found myself rambling, forgetting he’d asked for travel tips. "You’d need a decentralized node system and local drivers who know the scents of the shortcuts. If I wasn't leaving the country, I’d probably try to buy into a project like that." "You have a sharp mind for logistics."

The heavy blast doors of the garage ground open, letting in a swirl of blinding white snow. Ashren punched the accelerator, and we shot out into the dark. … The Ghost Road wasn't on any official map. It was an old smuggler's route that bypassed the main highways, cutting through the jagged, frozen ravines of the deep tundra. For the first six hours, the silence in the rover's cabin was absolute, save for the hum of the engine and the howling wind outside. I sat in the passenger seat, my arms wrapped tightly around myself. The rover’s heater was blasting at maximum capacity, making Valen sweat in the backseat. But my breath was still pluming in the air like white smoke.

The wind had picked up, wet and cold and biting into any exposed flesh without apology. They passed towns and cities, each smaller than the last until it seemed there was no life left out on the moors except the handful of men and women on bikes and in trucks. They were speeding down the road which sliced through the never-ending blanket of grey boulders covered in pale moss and rust coloured flora that dipped and rose like waves, frozen in time. The road was surprisingly well paved despite its remoteness, the black asphalt shot off into the distance and eventually disappeared from view under the looming mountain range.

After travelling continuously for almost two hours, Their surroundings, finally became quiet. They choose to travel the roads that hasn't been use too much before the apocalypse began as this roads as almost deserted so surely, most of the people who were escaping the apocalypse would not take this road as when they panic, they would forget that it's safer to travel in a deserted road because there would be not much obstacle in the road like overturn cars or cars that carelessly park on the road. Zhi Yin close his eyes as he concentrate to hear the surroundings. Only the sound of wind blowing in his ears and the cars moving along the road could be heard.

I’ve decided on Oklahoma City and I'm using mom’s laptop to try to find a cheap place to stay. I might already have a job. The black escalade was gone when we left the funeral home and I haven’t seen it since. There hasn’t been any strangeness going on with Brodie and Wyatt, so it must have been my anxiety causing me to be suspicious. They had no idea about Rob or Wyatt would be in my face about it. I still haven’t contacted Rob. I don’t have it in me to deal with him and I want to enjoy my time away from him and not have him ruining it.

"He's coming, but, when I can't tell you." Dreading the next few days couldn't happen. I had to be calm. Getting the packs together was going to be hard. We were the biggest pack in America. We stayed in the HOH Rainforest of Washington State. Seattle was a little over four hours away. There was also Port Angeles and Oylimpia. Near us stood Mt. Olympus. Not the one in Greece, but the same name. Suddenly I froze. "There's no way. Is there?" Hercules said startled. "It has to be a coincidence. They were named many years apart "

Nikolai “I missed this place.” Hope said as we entered the property on the aptly named Attitude Adjustment Road. It is immediately clear to even the most discerning connoisseur of life that you have crossed over into a different world. ‘Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both’ I said, absentmindedly reciting Robert Frost’s poem. ‘I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.’

"You volunteered." "I made a terrible decision." "Several, actually." Ava glared at her. Then immediately winced. Even glaring apparently required energy. The journey had already proven more difficult than expected. The eastern territories were wild and largely unexplored. Unlike the well-maintained roads of the Moon Kingdom, these paths were rough and overgrown. Few travelers came this far. Even fewer returned with stories. Which was exactly why the area remained filled with rumors. Ghosts. Monsters. Ancient curses.

Be careful on the road. I looked at the message and did not reply. Just then, my phone rang. It was Tristan. I hesitated for a few seconds, then answered. His voice was quiet. "I'm nearby. Can I see you for a moment?" I looked downstairs. He stood beneath a streetlamp, wearing a black coat. The fog blurred half his outline. It reminded me of years ago, when his startup had failed, and he stood downstairs at my place, lost, yet stubborn. Back then, I had run down and hugged him. Now, I only said, "Alright."

I have to talk to dad regarding the car, allowance like I need it for something. Looking around the town, Rowena is really boring. On the route I am going I can see some bakeries, coffeehouses, restaurants, people running somewhere, I wonder if this town has an elite area, and where it is. I am standing in front of Rowena Highschool, my only goal today is not to kill anyone and just to stay as invisible as I can, see how things work, and step aside. I just want to finish this and see what the hell I am going to do with my life later. Entering the school I asked the guard where the principal's office was and started walking that way. The school does not look that bad, it looks poor but I gues