The Road Goes Ever On Novels & Stories

After a pit stop at the store, they were finally off – for real. Bruce ruled the road tonight and God help whoever got in his way. That’s right, Bruce, Trevor thought proudly. We’ll get there early at this rate. They crossed the bridge on a road marked US-1. They entered a town that was dark as shit and looked abandoned. “I know it’s late and this is a small town, but shouldn’t there be streetlights lit at least?” Christopher asked.

"Gideon!!! Try to swerve and dodge as best as you can!!!! Once we got off the main road, go for the uphill roads that lead to the hill and valley areas of this city." . "Don't you think that that's dangerous, Sir?!" The driver said the words while stuttering. . "The uphill tracks... The uphill roads... Shall decrease the speed and momentum of this car... Hopefully. Come on we got to try our best and pray for the rest of the outcome..." . I could never get how Harrison could come up with some great ideas on survival, even at dire and life threatening times like this. I could only be quiet and stare at the road ahead of us. I was praying inside my heart.

We were blasting, Icona Pop whilst dancing in his living room. "I got this feeling on the summer day when you were gone, I crashed my car into the bridge, I watched, I let it burn", I sang. "I threw your shit into a bag and pushed it down the stairs I crashed my car into the bridge, I don't care!" he chimed. Then together we started singing, "I love it, I don't care! ...You're on a different road, I'm in the Milky Way You want me down on Earth, but I am up in space You're so damn hard to please, we gotta kill this switch

I wonder who it is that cleans this road every day, she wondered. I’m not sure if I want to meet the person or creature who is responsible for it, and maybe I’m not allowed to take the left fork. If only I had asked Master Aram what to do when I come across a fork in the road! Just then, Rhina remembered Master Aram’s words: “There will always be a road that leads straight; stay on that road.” She smiled and took the narrow road without any hesitation. A while later, a chilling, deafening sound filled the cold air. To a toddler, it would have sounded like a gigantic pyramid of neatly arranged cookies toppling onto a hard surface.

My panic started to rise, when Nana's voice calmed me, Do not overthink. Go one step at the time. Be brave for one second. These three lines always help, like my mind just ignores the panic. I am brave. With that I was on my way to school. Getting out of my car, I was greeted by Anna and her fellowship. This is just what I needed to help with my anxiety. One day I will stand up to her, just not today.

Because right now it feels like my own wolf put me in time-out. June stays quiet. Not defensive. Just steady. The trees thin enough a little later that I finally catch sight of something unnatural through the branches. A straight line. Too straight to be forest. "Road," I breathe. Aiden follows my gaze. "Maybe." Hope is dangerous out here. We don't celebrate yet. We just keep moving. Because wilderness doesn't care if you survive. The road turns out to be little more than a narrow strip of gravel cutting through endless trees. Not paved.

Andras is griping about my music because we have listened to Willie Nelson 'On The Road Again' five times and 'Slow Ride' by Foghat three times. It's when I start singing to 'Midnight Rider' by The Allman Brothers that Andras can no longer hold back his laugh. I am moving my shoulders back and forth in a weird upper body dance, singing as loud as I can, “And the road goes on forever... and I've got one more.. silver dollar... But I'm not gonna let 'em catch me.. no... I'm not gonna let em catch the midnight rider...” “Beautiful!” Andras claps and I bow.

I growl. She giggles. “Eyes on the road, Calloway.” “Eyes are on you, baby. Always fuckin’ you.” The sun’s settin’ low, bleeding gold across the two-lane blacktop as we rumble down the dirt path toward the house. Dust kicks up in our wake, soft music hummin’ low from the radio. It’s too damn perfect. We pull up to the ranch, headlights washing over the porch, and I get that twinge—barely there, a whisper in the back of my head.

On the morning of the wedding, the bridesmaids decided to play a quick trivia game with Grayson Cross before our first look. He had to get three questions right before he could see me. I thought he would get them all easily. To my surprise, he got the very first one wrong. “What shoe size does the bride wear?” Without hesitation, he answered, “Size 6.” “What’s the bride’s favorite color?” “Blue.” Everyone exchanged glances, and the atmosphere grew awkward. So they asked him an absurdly easy question. “What year did the bride graduate from college?” Everyone thought there was no way he could get that one wrong. After all, we had been classmates in college. “2013. The year she gradua

“We stay here, we get closed in. We go back, we walk into the cut. We go forward, we walk into the rest of them.” “Forward,” I said. Ryn stared at me. “Cal is back there.” “Cal knew the job,” Sable said. Hard. Quiet. “He knew the road could be bought. Move.” We moved. No one ran. Running would have made more noise than the horn had. The second fold came into view through the trees, a low dip with wet stone and too many places to stand unseen. The horn did not sound again. Behind us the bought line had already closed on the messenger. Ahead of us the same marks waited in the mud. Northern heels. Clean-unit spacing. And the only road left went straight through both.