Synopsis Of The Road Less Traveled Novels & Stories

Rubbing her brow, she said wearily, "You should head out first." "But, Ms. Thorne—" "I said go!" she snapped, her patience worn thin. Maxwell pressed his lips together. Despite his reluctance, he forced himself to step out. After he left, Beatrice went back to her desk. Looking at the error-filled report, a wave of memories washed over her. Seven years ago, I had also been a rookie starting from scratch. I had neither experience nor an outstanding academic background. Surrounded by applicants far more qualified than I was, I barely stood out at all. Yet somehow, I was the only one who made it through the probation period.

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

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.’

Some were dealing with or preparing for the unexpected loss of a loved one, and others were searching for their destined route on a road map previously unwritten. In the end, they all came out of it. While not unscathed–still forever and ever grateful for the lessons learned; Finding themselves, and one another. Hollis Bogard and Whitney York, along with everyone connected to them, turned out to be the ultimate proof of the famously beautiful statement “not all who wander are lost.”

Joanna half-kneeled in front of me and took my hand. "Mason, Adrian and I grew up together. I admit I once loved him, but now I only see him as a younger brother. I was sickly as a child. A fortune teller said I would not live past twenty-five. The only way to change my fate was to save lives all over the world and build good karma. Adrian went to Africa as a volunteer doctor to save my life. We had agreed that when his two-year term was over, he would come back and marry me, but then he disappeared. I searched for him for three years. I often think that if I had kept searching, maybe he would have come home sooner. Maybe those foreign monsters would not have tortured him until he lost his m

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 my theories, but I'll explain those further when I see you. I need you to be here as soon as possible. We are hoping to pull together the meeting in two days time." Great. Making this trip means I will have to face someone I left behind and never intended to look back to. "If you feel my presence is necessary, then I'll get everything lined up with Xander and leave immediately. See you in a few hours." ________________________________________________________________________________________________________ CASS'S POV With the new developments in my life, it was easy to let myself get overwhelmed and distracted. So, I did what I always do when things get a little crazy. I focused on my

He held the door of the truck open, waited for me to climb up, and then made his way to the driver’s side. The drive home was excruciating. He said nothing. Nada, zip, nuttin’ honey. Just focused on the road. I originally thought I might have hit a nerve on the boat, but now I was spiraling into all manner of offenses… only stopping with the possibly I’d killed his pet in a past life. See? Crazy.

The road between the second and third territories was four days. She had not expected to like traveling this much. Not the distances or the camp meals or the particular ache of sleeping on ground that was not a bed. She liked the quality of time the road created. Unscheduled in a way that was different from the three weeks in Obsidian Crown, because on the road the unscheduled time was bounded by motion and destination, and motion with a destination felt purposeful even when the hours inside it were entirely her own.

I prayed to God to help me reach home safe Like an answer to a prayer, God is always faithful. Dear reader, I reached home safely. I paid the motorcycle fare and requested him to keep the change. The gentleman was so kind enough to wait for me open the gate and ensured I was in safe. I thanked him and wished him a safe journey. Since God had helped me through this night strugglr, I had to run for my life away from this possessive relationship . Minutes home, I kindly switched off my phone but couldn't sleep. I kept thinking of how rude, arrogant, inconsiderate he had been. Icould not imagine moving forward with the relationship.