The Long Walk Novels & Stories

"He's coming, but, when I can't tell you." Dreading the next few days couldn't happen. I had to be calm. Getting the packs together was going to be hard. We were the biggest pack in America. We stayed in the HOH Rainforest of Washington State. Seattle was a little over four hours away. There was also Port Angeles and Oylimpia. Near us stood Mt. Olympus. Not the one in Greece, but the same name. Suddenly I froze. "There's no way. Is there?" Hercules said startled. "It has to be a coincidence. They were named many years apart "

said Michelle without turning, her eyes moving alternately from the map and the endless and untrodden path, the sun peering from beyond them, together with the thick clouds starting to form in the heaven. They were walking in the middle of palm trees lined in rows that were so tall it made them look like some small ants trying to walk over to the big world. To say the least, they were to climb the bunks of stone blocking the road, endure the uneven ground, and get used to the sand penetrating their shoes. “Nothing.” Karina cleared her throat, staring at Michelle’s back. Breathing heavily, she looked over her shoulder. Reigna and Cherry had their hands over at each other, catching their breat

Three Months Long is a story set in Abuja, in predominantly two districts, Wuye and Jabi. Peter and Olivia are in love and want to have a future together. However, Olivia is older than Peter by a few years and already a graduate while Peter is still a freshman in the university . While Peter’s family is not perturbed about the difference in age and academics , Olivia’s family won't have any of it. Peter promises Olivia a forever love but will their love stand the stern test from their parents and the Nigerian society where it's expected for a man to be several years older than his partner? As the story unravels, love, fear, uncertainty, parental pressures determination, trust and values are

On what should have been the happiest day of her life, Amelia Hart watches her perfect wedding crumble in seconds. Just as she reaches the altar, the church doors burst open, and a little girl points at her fiancé. "Daddy… why are you marrying another woman?" Before Ethan can explain, whispers spread through the congregation, cameras begin recording, and Amelia walks away with a shattered heart. The world believes Ethan has been living a double life. Amelia believes it too. But when the mysterious little girl disappears without a trace and her mother is found missing, Amelia uncovers a trail of lies that stretches back decades. Every answer leads to another secret, and every secret bri

My fingerprint had never been given a permanent place in Haiden Buckley's smart lock. He always registered it as temporary access. Whenever he set it up again, he gave me the same reassuring promise. "Come by whenever you want. You're always welcome here." His words sounded generous, yet the result never changed. Whenever I returned to his house, the scanner rejected me with the same message—fingerprint not registered. That day was no different. I stood outside Haiden's front door, watching the scanner flash red after rejecting my fingerprint once again. After staring at it for a moment, I pulled out my phone and called him. Haiden answered almost immediately. His apology came easi

And he walked through it like a man walking out of a house he’d rented too long. He didn’t take anything. He didn’t leave a note. He just went up the stairs, out into the snow, and kept walking. Not south. Not north. Just away. Because a man who had spent ten years being a voice needed to learn how to be silent. Somewhere far off he thought he heard a baby cry. And he smiled. And kept walking.

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.

Moving was not safer than waiting. There was no safe option. There was only forward. We walked into the northeast territory. The wrong ground under our feet. The compressed channel above. The web warm and distant behind us. Eight kilometers. Whatever was at the end of it. We went to find out.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

“Imagine how boring it would be if the world didn’t talk back.” Elora snorted. “You say that because the world has always talked back to you.” “And you say that,” Briar replied, grin widening, “because you’re still surprised it’s being polite.” They traveled hard but not recklessly, rising with first light and walking until the ache in their muscles demanded rest, stopping only long enough to eat, refill their waterskins, and retie straps that loosened under steady miles. The road south bent and wound through grass and stone, sometimes little more than a suggestion, sometimes an old trade path worn smooth by generations who had never imagined walking between gods. Days passed without being c

either. ### The Long Walk South Kael was the first to reach her. He didn't run; his legs were too battered for that. He dragged himself through the waist-deep powder, his fingers blue and trembling. When he finally reached her side, he didn't pull her into a cinematic embrace. He collapsed next to her, his forehead thumping against her shoulder. "Tell me... you're still... warm," he wheezed.