Stranded Novels & Stories

And I've tried not to let anyone in until now Misunderstandings are an easy way out And I've been feeling all this pressure just to figure it out And I know, don't know, yeah I know, don't know And I know that if I can stay strong I can make it And try harder when I just can't take it (can't take it) And when everything around me feels so broken and jaded (broken and jaded) And I know, I know, yeah I know, I know And every time I wonder what's real you make me feel ... You make me feel like a lavender sweater When I'm caught in bad weather

"Of course not silly, I asked you to be quick because it's cold out here and you are wearing nit much to call a clothing , what do you mean by you dont want to be seen what are you a stowaway or criminal on the run?" I couldn't help but blush at that simple words of his, he makes me feel loved one minute I was stranded and the next he's calling just when I thought all hopes were lost, "I can't help but feel like both, I mean who gets stranded and homeless by this time of the day?" "Silly you, on in"

It won't be easy to take in, hearing that you have a stranger watching your every move when you thought you were alone. "What do you want with me?" Blake was trying his best to keep a brave face but the Stranger had already noticed his trembling body. "First, tell me your name." "It's never good to tell a stranger your name." The stranger chuckled and stepped out of the dark. "I am Madiba" he introduced himself and Blake lowered his spear. Madiba covered his body with bear skin and his dark-colored skin made him blend perfectly in darkness. "I am Blake" "Blake, what is a latent like you doing in this dangerous forest." His words made Blake sad as he was reminded once again of how pathetic he

Idiot, I’m such an idiot. I have no real plan for getting home to Newhaven. It’s the best part of a ten-mile hike, and the odds of making it back without either succumbing to hypothermia or stumbling into the sea are slim to nil. I’m sure I should be more freaked out than I am, but I feel strangely nonchIt’sy, it’s more numb than nonchalant. Maybe I’ve had a few too many tequilas myself, or maybe it’s the sorry knowledge that I have nobody who cares enorealizeI’ve been strandedstrandstranded stranded out a penny in my pocket.

Minutes dragged on, each one stretching endlessly as I stood there, phone in hand, refreshing the app over and over. Not a single Uber was available. It was as if the universe had conspired against me, leaving me stranded with no way out. I was trapped in my room, my fingers relentlessly refreshing the app every second, praying for a miracle—a driver, any driver. But nothing. Just an empty screen mocking my desperation. Bash had called me multiple times, his name flashing across my phone, but I rejected every single one. I couldn’t deal with him right now—not when I was already spiraling over being stranded with no way out.

Ivy’s POV "I need your help”, I said immediately the call connected after the third ring. “Why are you calling me at this time of the night?” a thick and distorted voice said at the other end of the call making it obvious that he was sleeping by the time he picked the call. I decided to call Caleb and talk to him about how I am feeling because he is still the only one that seems to understand me on this island. “I have something important to discuss with you”, I said hurriedly as I walked toward the door that leads to my room.

didn't have the luxury of a retreat. "We’ve got two more coming through the alley, Matriarch," Jax said, his voice cutting through the mechanical hum of the sterilizer unit. He didn't look up from his multi-screen setup in the corner, his fingers dancing across a keyboard stained with dried motor oil. "They’re not ours. They’re Strays. Kaelen’s unit took a hit at the southern water reservoir." "What kind of hit, Jax?" I asked, snapping on a fresh pair of latex gloves, the sharp *snap* echoing off the high ceiling.

Stranded on a deserted island, with no food in sight, even one dead goldfish felt like a strange sort of blessing. But our good fortune did not last long.

LOST The only word booming in her brain. Her feet reluctant to grasp reality. Dress fists into her palm. Deep, dreadful howl of wind swirls around her. A brush of crude blanket, literally, dry straws at her knees, swaying to the sides. Sarah is stranded in the middle of a field. Nothing else but malty brown spread across the horizon. No trees, no houses or huts, no animals, no birds, not even a tiny little insect. Just a vacant grass field with the blaring sun to accompany her.

Settling in my driver's seat, I make sure Mr. Kitty is comfortable next to me. When I start the car, I realize I'm sitting dangerously close to empty. The likelihood I will make it to the next exit before running out of gas is slim to none, but I pray like hell the gods are smiling on me; being stuck out here would be a nightmare. There's no one I can call, and they couldn't get to me even if there were.