The Long Walk Novels & Stories

Maeve POV We walk down the hills. We have been walking for a long time, and it’s getting dark, but we are almost there. The walk could have taken longer, but we are strong, so it can only take us a few hours. “How do you feel about Felix's betrayal?” I asked.

He remarked, leading the way. “I think it should be named the dessert of truth. Except it can’t pass for a dessert with this atmosphere.” I opined, getting into step with Zadok. “I genuinely don’t care about what it is named, Ithra. I just hope we don’t get to see any more creatures. I’d appreciate a safe journey through.” He said, looking through the book. “From my deductions, this should be the longest walk yet and the last place before we get to the forest’s heart.”

he groaned, peering at me through one eye as I sat the glasses down and used my fingernail to break the wax seal. "Yeah, that was the longest walk of my life," I said with a little laugh. We had fumbled our way through the city center, getting miserably lost once we left the university's property. We missed the last train back to Old Town and found ourselves shuffling along the river-walk for almost an hour until someone was kind enough to give us a ride upriver in their boat. They took us to the outskirts of Old Town, the walk back to the castle well over five miles in the pitch black of night. I tried to persuade Aaron to shift, thinking he'd have more strength to make the journey that way

It rained two days ago, so the road was not easy to walk on. Justin held Anne's hand and felt that it was very difficult for her to walk. However, she tightened her lips and didn't say anything. Justin's heart ached for her and roared, "Little Long, take a break. We'll go again at dawn." Little Long? Upon hearing this, Tim did not react for a long time. Seeing Tim still walking forward with his head down, Justin raised his voice. "Little Long, do you hear me?"

They walked slower than Vanilla had expected, she had no idea if Conor was actually limping so slow on purpose or if his broken left leg prohibited him from walking less than nine steps a minute. They walked for a very long time, she could hear howls of those creatures from the distance, and everytime she did, a particular face would come to her mind. “This is stupid.” Conor said, after they had walked for two hours. “We have been walking since forever and I see no house. I told you that damn werewolve lied to us. Look, now it has gotten dark.” It was only after his words that Vanilla noticed it too. She looked around, her brows pressed together.

The ride was long enough. I checked the time and realised I took three hours sleep. Sighing, I brushed my hair and didn't feel embarrassed by my old apparel. Simple White tea with black joggers. I walked downstairs praying not to bump into anyone. I was not in the mood to cross the path of any of the bloody dark walkers.

He exactly knows how challenging it is to say what you feel so why not turn them into stories and poems. As he walks inside the gym, he can easily see their club’s tent as the members printed out a very large tarpaulin with OVERWRITE written on it. His existing members really show dedication, and he wants to ensure that he gives out enough fire to ignite the passion. “Hi, Dash,” Mikaela said with a smile on her face. She is his assistant in the club since no election held yet for this year. Once they got enough members, they will be having an election to formally appoint individuals in a particular position. This girl obviously likes him but he just ignores her and acts normal.

All I knew was — it felt as if I had finally reached home after a twenty-two-years-long journey. Morfan and Lucella walked in front of us while the rest of the soldiers were following us. No one was riding the horses. We were all walking. But rather than asking Amor about what kind of ritual or tradition it was to walk to the temple by foot, I looked around ecstatically. Once again, I was gaping around the humongous greyish-black mountains which were covered with a thick white blanket of snow from their tip to their feet. The blanket was sparse at places.

I started to drag the suitcase on the road with me. Walking. Once again, no one came to stop me. The area of Damon's pack was vast- to say the least. It was actually spread through hundreds of acres. It was impossible to walk out of here on functioning legs. But I have to try! I just told him that I am storming out of here no matter what happens. There is no fucking way I am going back on those words. So I walked. Ten minutes. Twenty minutes. Thirty minutes. A whole fucking hour!

Hera asked as well, with a toothy grin to at least hide her embarrassment. "Go to the Campus bulletin, find your name there," Darlene answered. "Okay." "Thank you," Cyril said on behalf of his friend before they both left the booth and followed the instructions of the older female. From the area of the booths, it's nothing but a 5-minute walk and because they wanted to just kill time, they took their time to get there. And Hera, being the loud friend, always has a lot of topics to talk about. "Hey, Cy."