The Open Road Book Novels & Stories

"There are more than ten tunnels on this route. The one up ahead is the longest. It takes a full three minutes to pass through!" The moment I heard that, I looked at Phoebe excitedly. She froze for a moment, too, seemingly understanding what I was thinking. After a brief hesitation, she shyly gave a small nod. Three minutes might not be long, but it was more than enough. "Ready?" I asked quietly. I could tell that Phoebe had already reached her limit. Her body felt softer as she leaned into my arms. Phoebe nodded. However, her hand unconsciously rested against the front of my pants.

Leaning in, I whispered to her, "It's not like it's your money. Go ahead and splurge. It's on your boss." Rhea hesitated but ultimately couldn't resist the temptation. The items she picked, though few, ended up being more expensive than everything she had selected for me combined. I said nothing throughout the checkout process. After all, Jack was the one footing the bill. I wanted him to see Rhea's greed firsthand. Once the mission was complete, I pretended to look exhausted. "Darling, I'm tired. Can we go home now?" Jack nodded with a quiet grunt, then turned to Rhea. "Ms. Carhill, you should head home early too."

I’ve decided on Oklahoma City and I'm using mom’s laptop to try to find a cheap place to stay. I might already have a job. The black escalade was gone when we left the funeral home and I haven’t seen it since. There hasn’t been any strangeness going on with Brodie and Wyatt, so it must have been my anxiety causing me to be suspicious. They had no idea about Rob or Wyatt would be in my face about it. I still haven’t contacted Rob. I don’t have it in me to deal with him and I want to enjoy my time away from him and not have him ruining it.

he thought. “Come in, then,” I said. In the end, I still lay down beside Zachary. His presence filled the space at once. In the stillness of the night, his steady breathing was clearly perceptible, and his eyes caught the faint light, glimmering as they settled upon me. Something stirred within me. I forced myself to stay composed and closed my eyes, trying once more to drift into sleep. However, sleep continued to evade me. Instead, my mind wandered restlessly back to Simon’s self-righteous remarks earlier that day, all his talk of offering advice in the role of an elder brother.

He was using his own remaining code to hold open a narrow, jagged tear in the white space—a small, vertical fissure that revealed a glimpse of a completely different reality behind the sheet. ​Through that tear, she didn't see the hospital or the Spire. She saw a long, desolate concrete highway stretching through a dark, rainy forest under a natural, starlit night sky. Standing at the edge of that highway was a battered, white sedan with its driver-side door swung open, its headlights cutting through the mist to illuminate a single, black leather journal lying in the middle of the asphalt. ​It was the beginning of the book. The original draft.

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

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I held my cigarette and stared ahead. The massive convoy disappeared up the mountain. The sky grew darker by the minute. "In ten minutes that blizzard hits." Faye slammed her hand on the table. Her eyes were red. "They're still driving up there? Are they insane? That's suicide." Because I refused Cassidy's demand, Wanda couldn't hide her resentment. "Ms. Steele, this wasn't handled right." She looked away. "If you'd agreed to the rescue, they wouldn't have called in all those drivers.

The rain had stopped without anyone noticing, but the road leading to the pit was muddy and cars could not get through. "Stop the car!" Hayden shouted and opened the door to get out.

11 You know how many kids would kill to go on road trips all the time? It’s not only my mother who’s said that. A lot of friends and uncles have, too. I don’t know what other kids would feel about it, but I know about me. Forget Carris. Forget home. When we’re settled in a town or city for too long, I miss the freedom and chaos we find in the wider world. Following the roads, just my momma and me. Deciding a direction by flipping a coin, by dodging the sun, by watching the moon. By spinning around three times with our hands held out in front of us. Stop, stumble, stand. And whichever stretch of horizon we both see, that’s the way we go.