Stranded Novels & Stories

Danica wear a facemask and a hoodie but Jiro knew the scent so well, he couldn’t help but grin, “schedule? All I know is that my schedule is over today.” “Is that so Sir? All right, I'm sorry for the inconvenience.” He opened the gate large with the remote on his hand and looked at the woman. "I'm sorry ma'am but he doesn't seem to know about the schedule you're talking about." Danica didn't listen to it and she quickly blocked the road which startled Jiro caused him to step on the break and get out of the car. “What the fuck, woman?! What if I didn't step on the car break right away, do you want to die or are you really that desperate to talk to me?” His whole face is red while gritted his

he smiled at her. Meanwhile, Amanda and Miranda are thrown to the street after Jayden orders his men to inject them with intramuscular injection lincomycin which causes paralysis. People stare pity at them as they crawl on the floor seeking for help.

Chris's response rippled through the airwaves, his words tender and reassuring, "You’re already shining with resilience, Marv. Your child will be welcomed into a world shaped by your unwavering love. Remember, you’re never truly alone." On a warm afternoon, Marvis dared to venture beyond the familiar embrace of her apartment, relishing in the bustling energy that enveloped the city streets. Amidst the throngs of strangers, she engaged in fleeting conversations, each interaction igniting a spark of connection. A chance encounter with a compassionate stranger kindled a flicker of hope within her, affirming the profound impact of human connection amid solitude.

I got into my car with a resolve to find Tony. The building Tony had chosen was a high building which was under construction and which seemed deserted. Bamboo sticks were surrounding the building with bricks and planks. I parked my car by the side of the road and walked Into the compound. The thought that my son was in the hands of a beast made my adrenaline run. I climbed the unending staircase to the top. I got to the rooftop only to see stones and planks packed by the side of the rooftop. I sighed heavily. Was Tony fucking with me?

He would not let his hatred consume him. He would survive. He would thrive. He would build a new life. And he would never look back. The truck ran out of fuel three hours later, its engine sputtering and dying on a frozen stretch of highway. Julian climbed out, his body aching with cold and exhaustion. He looked around, his eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of shelter. There was nothing. Just snow, and ice, and the skeletal remains of abandoned cars. He was alone, stranded, lost. He had no food, no water, no way to survive.

I sighed deeply shaking my head to clear the drowsiness that wouldn't let me concentrate. On top of everything, l had no passport. This only meant that it was impossible to get back on the plane and head back home. I was totally stranded, l couldn't even sneak in the luggage. I was stranded in the middle of no where, whose name I couldn't even pronounce. I was afraid to leave the airport, at least getting someone who speaks English would help me but my impression was scaring them away already. I shivered at the thought.

Jacob replied quickly. Hayle started crying again, but she tried to control her fear, sadness, and shock. With trembling fingers, she typed out a message. She couldn’t make a call because she was too scared to make any noise. “Please help me! I really need your assistance!” “Okay! How? Where?” “Wait for my update! Don’t turn off your phone!” Hayle responded immediately. She took a deep breath. She had to get through that hole, wherever it might lead! She had to! She had to get out of there! She couldn’t die in that place!

No clue. “I’ll bet they found him,” I whispered. “I’ll bet he took off to make them think we were still in the car with him.” “That would make sense. But we have a big problem now,” he replied. “Hoot’s gone, and we have no idea where to go from here?” I said. “Yes. That and Hoot has my money.” He locked eyes with me. My jaw dropped. “Oh my God. We’re stranded.” “I’ve still got my bank card, but I wouldn’t be surprised if my grandfather found a way to shut it down,” he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “And if I use it, it’ll flag our location.”

“Its name is the Prell. So, Gregorio is the run away from me and is the lost.” “Oh. I’m… sorry to hear that.” His odd way of speaking left me struggling to keep up, which was surprising, given how much experience we had working with students who were still learning English. “You is the say earlier that you is the stranded here. Correct?” “Yes. And thank you so much for taking us in. We have a lot of people camped on a beach nearby. We need help—please.” He stared at me, his gaze heavy, searching. But it didn’t feel like doubt. It felt… deeper.

"Working on it. Dane has already gone back to the bus." Dane was happy when he thought he saw a light coming opposite his position, he ran immediately but accidentally tripped on a wire that activated a string of wires tying his leg in a motion, dragging him upward with his right leg hanging in the air, he bumped his head in the tree and passed out, his bag slipped out of his hand.