Road Trip Stories Novels & Stories

When they reached Burns Lake and found no open hotel Nerea growled, “We are stopping at the nearest gas station. We will see if there are any more towns between here and Prince Rupert.” Warren and Plume stretched their legs, “Plume, if I learn how to control the eidolon can I help these people?” “Yes, you could.” Plume arched his back, “Do humans travel like this often?” “A bunch of people in a car? Yeah, some families plan whole summer trips and have adventures across the continent. Some of the small towns, like this one, erect some ridiculous attraction, like the world's largest pair of skis. Mom lived for that stuff.” Warren remembered the old polaroid camera his mom used to take on their

He smiled relieved. The drive was something, we were in the car with David and Zac, and they started to party before we even came to the restaurant. The interesting thing was that there was no alcohol involved, no one was drunk, but everyone was happy. I remember in the old days before we even came to a party we started to drink, we were out of control. We did things that we would not remember in the morning, nevertheless, we would find out on Facebook or Instagram. Usually, us being idiots and me hiding from Nat with some girl. That is why all of this now is so different and new, but different in a good way.

We go below the speed limit the entire time, so as not to draw any attention from the police. We talk a lot over those three-and-a-half hours. Some of it is normal, road-trip chit-chat to pass the time. Some of it is life-and-death discussion about Epicurus and what we can do to escape his clutches. And some of the time is spent in silence as I watch the towns and scenery go past in the early morning light.

But then again, Haden’s got an odd sense of humor. As we city-hop, I realize that road trips aren't as glamorous as people say. My legs cramp from sitting in the same position, and every sitting position becomes mildly uncomfortable. The only good thing is the sights I see. Theon and Haden chit-chat for a bit, planning out routes and checking traffic and weather, but eventually, they also go silent. We stop near a gas station for refueling purposes, and I take the opportunity to wander inside the little shop next to it. The number of chip brands I see makes my eyes wide.

The road trip we were currently finding ourselves on was not fun at all. Lia was driving and anytime I tried to talk to Matt who was in the seat next to me, he just grumbled something under his breath. I did attempt to talk to Lia a few times, but she reminded me that she was driving and needed her attention completely on the road. Why did it mean we couldn’t talk? But I wasn’t going to complain. “This is the worst road trip ever,” I muttered, realizing that I had just gone against the promise I made for myself.

This trip was about getting away and finding some peace, not about romance. They decided on a road trip, and Rebecca smiled at the idea of playing with Buddy in the sand, getting an actual tan. She had never seen the sea before, at least not up close. It's not like she had any chance before, but now, there was something to look forward to. “How far is the nearest beach?” "Maybe a couple of hours, we could take the big truck and load it.” He scratched his bear, "but we need to make sure the road is clear and the weather is good. I don't want to risk getting stuck in the mud or caught in a storm."

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Camden settled in for the long drive, reclining leisurely in her seat, trusting Clayton to take care of them on the long drive. He drove fast but cautiously, wanting to make it to their destination as soon as possible. The drive stretched on for what felt like an eternity, the yellow Mustang cruising through winding roads and passing by picturesque landscapes. The hours ticked by, blending into one another as the scenery transformed from bustling cities to quaint towns to heavily wooded forests and on to dry deserts. They had been on the road for nearly nine hours, Camden's anxiety growing with each passing mile.

I thought it's just because my dad is always busy with his clients that's why he's not coming home but I'm wrong, there's happening something that I didn't know, a sin done by one of them that made them reached that point, a separation. That time, I was just a kid who loves telling a story, some scenes I have encountered somewhere else. I have no idea that my stories helped my mom realized something that made them come back to the way they used to be. A happy couple together with their child. My story is not just about my parents' separation. This is about what I have experienced when I grew up. My experiences that even you... you... you... will not wish to happen. Why? Do you want to know?

Anderson decided to ignore him and drove the car. Both demon and man did not say a word to each other the entire drive. Both remained quiet and enjoyed the scenery. Although Anderson in his memories remember driving on the same road more than a thousand times, it felt different to the current him. Although there were no beautiful night lights to spark up the place, such early morning drive had its own shine as well.