Road Trip Stories Novels & Stories

“Do I sound bad for wanting to opt out of the shared driving? I just thought it would be more interesting to have someone do all the work. Instead of skimming through maps that one doesn’t understand.” Lois burst out laughing. “Come on, Mark. Don’t be like this. The essence of a road trip and following maps is to get lost, laugh about it, find a new route, and go through it again. That is the point of the trip. It is an adventure. I can assure you you will love every bit of it. Carl knows that and he wants you to have that experience.” I sucked my teeth feeling stupid. “I should have listened better instead of just giving my opinion.”

You will find the first book on my profile page, with the same theme as the book cover of A Trip To Remember. Kindly comment on your feedback, I would love to read them and use them to reflect on my writing and strive to be better. This is the third book I am going to write for the year 2021, and I hope you'll enjoy reading this and enjoy another journey with Zhanaia and Dion. Long life, Mickeys! xx Mics Artemia xx

The ride to the next stop was mostly on back roads. Melody was wide eyed at the scenery. “Look, Charley, those are the prettiest waterfalls I have ever seen. They stand so tall against the red colored Mountains. You have shown me so much, taking me with you.” “Stop all the thanking me. This trip has been so much more fun with you here.” They got in late and had to stay with the truck again. “This is what I told you about being a truck driver. There are a lot of nights we sleep in the truck and eat cold food. Even when you are taking a holiday on your last trip.”

Before graduation, my boyfriend, Ethan Johnson and I planned a cross-country road trip. My roommate, Juliet Miller, kindly offered to organize our itinerary. On departure day, her luggage sat in the front seat. Her phone was connected to the car console. The only bed bore a tag ‘Juliet’s Spot.’ Ethan patted my head with a casual smile. “Juliet gets carsick in the back. Be good and sleep on the roof tent.” Driving through the desert that night, they left me at a gas station to guard our gear while they shot stargazing videos. I waited until dawn. Then Juliet posted a photo in our group chat. She wore my jacket in the passenger seat. Ethan’s arm rested behind her chair. My parents

Unknown POV I just landed back in the country after a long business trip. Being tired, I wanted to rest. I didn't know I would meet a horrible scene along the way. "Go through the provincial road," I asked my driver. I felt too tired that I had a severe headache throughout the flight. I wanted somewhere quiet, and the highway was not giving me that. Just as the driver took a corner, we had gunshots. There were people on the road looking down the steep hill. It seems there was an accident.

A firece gust of wind during a Gale boee 45-year-old Vittorio Louise's car into a river near Naples, Italy, in 1983. He managed to break a window, climb out and swim to shore, where a tree blew over and killed him. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

I liked my sleep, and nothing has changed about how much sleep means to me since teenaged me first discovered her love of sleeping in. The rest of our wolves soon assemble, ready in their own pack-issued uniforms, looking like a perfect squadron in our pack army. Some are blurry-eyed, still needing a few more hours of sleep like myself, while other bounce around energetically. I repeat—stupid morning people. We decided to carpool, making sure at least two wolves were in the car together to save on the cost of gas for this trip, as well as to relieve the boredom of the six-hour drive through the long Canadian winter roads. Dominic calls shot gun in my car, getting a grumble from Lease, who wa

Yet, the true wealth lay in their health, their love, and their shared dreams. Their first adventure was a cross-country RV trip. They named their home on wheels 'Wanderlust,' a reflection of their spirit. They explored national parks, visited quaint towns, and met people from all walks of life. It was an exhilarating experience, a constant stream of new sights, sounds, and flavors. Along the way, they volunteered at various communities, teaching cooking classes, tutoring children, and helping with disaster relief. It was a fulfilling way to give back, and it kept them connected to the world around them.

I was walking around a road that seemed to lead to nowhere, and the more I moved forward, the more unsettled I felt. Finally, I reached the end of the road, and my heart dropped. On the side of the road was my aunt's car, wrecked and smoking as it looked like it just crashed into a tree. I immediately ran towards it, and the only person I could see was my aunt. My mom was nowhere to be seen. Suddenly, I felt someone touch my shoulder, and just when I was about to turn around, I woke up. I felt relieved that it was a dream, but that relief was short-lived.

a road trip provides us with the opportunity to catch up with one another. It's been much too long since we last engaged in some genuine brother-sister dialogue.