The Long Road Novel Novels & Stories

The horse slowly continued down the road, sensing that something isn`t right. When they reached the hill, the merchant knew exactly what it was. The remains of camp or a battle, he wasn`t sure…nor did he wanted to know. He turned, mounted his horse and went into the other direction. The Long Road, they call it. It certainly earned that name. Somewhere high above him, on rocky edge, hidden among two sides of the mountain stood an inn, old and freshly repaired, but still it was an inn. He hurried his horse. The inn was large, it had three of four floors, he couldn’t tell. It was getting larger and larger with each passing feet. He dismounted. Two large, but rundown, wooden doors loomed over hi

"I don't think so… It'll only trouble them. Anyway, thank you for your help. I do need one more favor, though. Please prepare 300 copies of a congratulatory card. "It should read, 'Wishing Mark and Hayley a lifetime of happiness together. From: Eunice Jensen.' After I die, please deliver them to every household in Cooperville. Thanks." After arranging my affairs, I stepped onto the street. Before I could even react, a runaway truck came barreling straight at me. The impact was crushing. For an instant, it felt as if every organ inside me had shattered. The pain was unbearable, but I didn't pass out. This was the system's punishment, the cost of staying for the mission target.

"I suppose it sounded better than Gull Beach?" The sun beat down on them hard as they walked around the square, sipping their lemonade. Natalie fanned herself with her hand to drive away the unyielding heat. The humid weather all year round was probably the only thing she didn't miss about this place. She took her friend to Long Street next, the longest road in town and the only way to get in or out. It was also home to the grocery store, pharmacy, butchery, barbershop, pub, coffee shop, bakery and a tiny boutique.

Gray some documents. Dad pulled over at a kindergarten's entrance. I sat in the car and noticed the three or four-year-old girl beside Mr. Gray. Her hair was in pigtails, and her eyes were bright with innocence. She looked as beautiful as the dolls sold in shopping malls. Once Dad was back in the car, I hurriedly asked, "Was that Mr. Gray's daughter, Dad?" "That's his younger daughter. He has an older one who's about your age." Dad told me the little girl's name was Sadie Gray. I committed it to memory but never saw her again. Jilton City was just too large.

I answered, already scanning the road for traffic cameras…I need to get a solution fast, I know they we’re waiting on for me to figure out our next move… “Is there another route?” I asked the driver. He hesitated. “There is… but it’s longer by at least an hour. This is the fastest road, and we don’t have the time.” He replied. “I vote we take the longer road and avoid this mess,” Robbin said. I nodded, reached for my phone to make a call…then a beat-up car came screaming toward us from the opposite direction. We snapped into fighting mode reaching for our weapons... Robbin and the other warriors stepped in front of me.

I was so insistent on holding onto what has never belonged to me. When I came around once more, the narrow road behind me was already filled with traffic. I had no time to lose. I took a deep breath and knelt in front of Francis. "Francis, it's all my fault, but my father is innocent. Can you please clear a path and send him to the hospital?" I prostrated myself and bowed to the ground in front of him, baffling the other surrounding drivers. "My father has lost consciousness due to a cerebral hemorrhage. His life is at stake! I'm begging you, only you have such powers!"

The Long Road Home Lisa was fifteen minutes into the drive home from the Riverside Pack medical facility when she first noticed the black SUV in her rearview mirror. At first, it seemed like ordinary traffic—just another vehicle heading in the same direction on the winding mountain road that connected the territories. But as she took the first turn toward pack lands, the SUV followed, maintaining the same distance behind her despite the change in route.

The road was good until it wasn't, and then it was the kind of road that required Holt's particular knowledge and everyone else's patience. Around hour four the landscape flattened and the light came in properly and Xavier, who had been reading a report for the last forty minutes, folded it closed and looked at the road ahead. "Tell me something from your first life that isn't dark,’ I looked at him. "That's a specific request." "You've told me the dark parts. I want the other kind." I looked out the window. The eastern territory was low hills and dry grass and the particular quality of open land that hasn't been managed in a long time. It looked like somewhere a story might have been lost r

"One day they will come for me too." These were the first words he spoke on the day of his tenth year, abruptly awakening from a sleep made of painful memories and nightmares. He had heard his sister's cry, the cry of pain at the first punch, his own horror. He would have wanted silence, to get rid of those sensations, but around him the world knew no respite. Outside the sun had not yet fully risen, but the first men working in the distance could already be heard. In those parts, it was necessary to produce at all times, in order to hope to survive the winter; from the Capital the carts with the provisions never arrived, despite the promises that were said to have been advanced by the New K

Her handwriting was neater than I expected. "Bentley, I was the only one who wronged your brother. Don’t hate me." That evening, I bought myself a bouquet of sunflowers. As I walked back to my apartment, the sound of an accordion drifted through the alley. This time, I didn’t quicken my pace.