Novel & Cerita The Road

“The roads used to lead to sanctuaries.” The lines spread outward. Through Wolf Ridge. Past houses. Past trees. No walls. No doors. No central destination. Evander stared. “They don’t anymore.” Claire looked at Mason. “Where do they lead?” Bramble stepped onto one. His green markings brightened. The silver road answered. Images flashed across its surface. A farmhouse. A city street. A river. A mountain. A tiny cabin. A marketplace. Places. Ordinary places. Theo gasped.

I quickly scan the paper map for Roadhouse Peak. “Oh, God,” I whisper, staring at the map. “It’s right here.” I look out the window as more cars turn into the path. I glance across the main road at the hopeless towing efforts still going on. Drivers have begun honking their horns in a chorus of frustration. I double-check the map one more time and realize that the Roadhouse Peak drive actually loops straight around the hill. It cuts directly back toward the airport highway. It’s a shortcut. Easing my car out of the stagnant line, I merge behind a black Cadillac Escalade.

*l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l* The next day, Sandra was craving for the noddles that a restaurant used to make in the neighborhood where she lived before. So, she took out her bicycle and went down the road. As she reached the main road she found a big line of cars on the road. It seemed like there was an accident and now the road was blocked. The police was trying to make the way clear but still it seemed like it will take a lot of time. The other road was empty and as she passed through the line of cars, her eyes fell on car that belonged to Yu. She stopped and got out o

Welcome to Jolly Road. Raverine read the huge and torn billboard on top of an under-construction building. Rustic beauty and some vintage aesthetic would be its description for tourists, but eerie and deadly for someone who lives for a long time near this road. It’s the road of the dead, mourning souls, and a hideout of evil. Raverine parked his car beside a street light that emits a flickering, low light. He turned off the engine of his car and examined the sidewalks. Raverine looked for his gun underneath his car's passenger seat and tucked it into the right side of his jeans.

I was so insistent on holding onto what has never belonged to me. When I came around once more, the narrow road behind me was already filled with traffic. I had no time to lose. I took a deep breath and knelt in front of Francis. "Francis, it's all my fault, but my father is innocent. Can you please clear a path and send him to the hospital?" I prostrated myself and bowed to the ground in front of him, baffling the other surrounding drivers. "My father has lost consciousness due to a cerebral hemorrhage. His life is at stake! I'm begging you, only you have such powers!"

A BLARE closed in fast and SLAPPED past. WHEEEEEEE-WHIZZZZZZ-CHUG-CHUG…. CLICKITY-CLACK…. CHUG-CHUG…. CLICKITY-CLACK…. A never-ending blur of blue whizzed past. “This happens every day?” Dev shouted over the thundering noise. “Every day except the weekends,” the balding man blasted back . After the last bit of the express train chugged out of view, their train began to roll when his eyes fell on the house across the empty track – a decent, single-story with a dainty vegetable garden. It had its back to the passing trains. What caught his attention was something else.

Dirman, who used to be idealistic, had gradually turned into a pragmatist, being carried away by the currents of the camp that legalized various ways to achieve goals. The distance between Hotel Brown Palace and the Siupala University was not so far, about 3 km. When Dirman's car was less than 500 meters before the campus, the traffic was congested. Inevitably, Dirman's road was slightly hampered. The passing vehicles were running at less than 20 km/h. There was reconstruction for the water channel on the side of the road. There was seen the project officer who worked to repair the channel. There were also security officers trying to unravel the congestion so

Its crumbling brick walls and sagging roof loomed into view as Arthur slowed the car, headlights sweeping across the scene. Shattered windows stared like hollow eyes. Rusted rails disappeared into overgrown thickets, and the old wooden platform sagged under years of neglect. A faded sign, barely legible, creaked in the wind. This shortcut road once a bustling route now served only as a lonely backway for those brave or desperate enough to avoid the main highway at night.

I unlocked the door and climbed out, staying in the shadows. "Look who showed up!" Zane yelled. He clapped Roman on the back. "I didn't think you’d have the guts to put your car on the line, Reed." "Just tell me the route, Zane," Roman said. "And make sure the money is in the bag." "The route is the Devil’s Tail," Zane said. He pointed toward a narrow road that went right along the edge of a cliff. "Winner takes the pot. But there’s a catch."

Everywhere was dark in the illuminating moonlight. The crescendo moon smiling widely, yet the smile faded at the horn of a car speeding to him. Smoke lingered around, blurring the vision. Ryan’s eyes were swollen and so red it seemed someone punched him hard. Rubbing them dry, he did not consider the oncoming danger he might have. He was crossing the road with no knowledge of his surrounding. The wide road spread across the long deserted road, with a few cars seldom crossing the street.