The Road Goes Ever On Novels & Stories

Edenwood’s silence was one of them. Spiro eventually lifted one hand and pointed down a narrower road half-hidden by broken branches. “Turn there,” Spiro instructed. Ronan obeyed. The van groaned over uneven ground. The road was barely a road now, more of a path used by patrols before the world ended. Branches scraped the side of the van. Smoke thickened again, not fresh enough to choke, but heavy enough to sting my eyes.

Quieter. But not empty. Thorne’s arm slid around my waist. “They’ll be back,” he said. I leaned into him, watching the spot where the truck had vanished. “Yeah,” I said. “They always come back.” Somewhere far away, an engine roared, a skateboard clattered across clouds, and four voices laughed into the wind. The Rams were riding home. But the road between us? That road never really ends.

The road unspooled before him like a promise. Daniel gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white, foot steady on the gas. The city had long vanished behind him, replaced by open fields, rolling hills, and the occasional flicker of a roadside diner or gas station flashing past in a blur. It was still morning — the sun high enough to burn off the mist, but low enough to cast long, golden shadows across the asphalt. Birds darted between power lines. A hawk circled above a meadow. The world was awake, but quiet.

The sun, relentless and unforgiving, beat down on the dusty path leading from the servants’ quarters to the main house. I was ten, and the path was etched into my memory, every pebble, every crack. It was a route I knew intimately, yet one I was rarely allowed to fully explore. My world was largely confined to the small, neat rooms behind the imposing mansion, a world of hushed conversations and the ever-present scent of cleaning products and warm food.

The music sets the tone for their adventure, and they both sing along, their spirits lifting. As they drive, the scenery shifts from urban sprawl to picturesque countryside. The road winds through quaint villages, past farmhouses, and alongside sparkling lakes. The air fills with the sweet scent of blooming wildflowers, carried on the gentle breeze. Caleb navigates the twists and turns with ease, his driving skills honed from years of exploring Orion's scenic routes and Alistair relaxes, enjoying the view and the company.

It’s not easy to make out anything else. We’re so focused on what’s in front of us and behind us that we nearly miss the road. “Here!” Anderson shouts over the sound of the roaring rain. “There’s a road here!” “In the middle of this forest?!” I shout back. “Should we follow it?!” Beth looks at me, her eyes squinting as she tries to shield them from the rain with her hands. All roads must lead somewhere. “Let’s go!” We run along the road, our jeans and pants all covered in wet mud and dirt at this point. It’s a carefully maintained road much to my surprise. It doesn’t take us long to come face to face with an entrance into what looks like some sort of gated community.

"How do you know where we are?" "We're on the east coast of the continent. If we walk west enough we'll eventually find a large broken road and a mono track." "Like the ones the pods travel on in the speedway?" "Sort of. The road is a lot older and the mono track isn't perfectly straight anymore. It's more of a line and less of a tube, but it's a pretty bumpy ride if it gets powered. Your mom and I rode on one when we were looking for you."

I prayed to God to help me reach home safe Like an answer to a prayer, God is always faithful. Dear reader, I reached home safely. I paid the motorcycle fare and requested him to keep the change. The gentleman was so kind enough to wait for me open the gate and ensured I was in safe. I thanked him and wished him a safe journey. Since God had helped me through this night strugglr, I had to run for my life away from this possessive relationship . Minutes home, I kindly switched off my phone but couldn't sleep. I kept thinking of how rude, arrogant, inconsiderate he had been. Icould not imagine moving forward with the relationship.

*Poppy* As we ventured onto the familiar road, the first mile leading to my hometown, my heart raced with anticipation. The sun, high in the sky, cast a bright light over the treetops, creating a magical scene that marks the beginning of our journey. With the road stretching ahead like the path to a lion's cave, we advanced, armed with nothing but our courage and determination. In the background, my daughter's sweet voice, wishing me a safe journey, was a constant source of motivation.

“I’m the only one in this car who’s properly alive, hombre. I’m neither spirit nor clay.” The Golem remained silent and continued to brood in the back seat. “We’re here,” said Fernández. They came to a spot in the road where the thick grouping of trees parted, revealing a deeply rutted dirt road. They slowed and turned onto the unmarked road. The car bottomed out with a teeth-jarring clunk, and more than once the Golem slammed his head into the roof of the car. Before long, they reached a fork in the road. The road to the right was as worn as the road on which they’d entered the property. The left fork was more overgrown.