The Road Novels & Stories

“We had to turn around. Alhora scouted ahead. The human village is deserted.” “What road are you taking?” Again, she falls quiet. Nervously, I chew into my thumbnail, forcing myself to stay put. If I let all the fear in, I’ll follow her, and when that happens we might as well hand ourselves over to The Templars for slaughter. “Jackson says it’s the old huntsmen’s road?” My heart drops into my stomach. “Goddess, Willow, those roads are dangerous. Especially this time of the year with the melting snow and mud…and in this cold snap…tell him to get off that road.”

Davis asked as he was swinging off the highway and heading to Gulf City Mall. “How long again before we arrive at the beach house?” Lee asked. “We are only halfway there. It has a highway from here to Point Fortin but then from Point Fortin to Cedros, it is just the main road. The roads here in Trinidad are very bad, there are a lot of potholes on the road.” “Potholes?” Michael asked. “Well, it is depressions on the road that can damage vehicles when the wheels fall into them. We call it potholes here.”

"I saw it too. I thought the traffic police would come and pull the car away after work, but no one cared. It's also a good thing we didn't have a car coming that day. " "Is there a lot of traffic on the usual road?" "That road is usually very messy, the cars are all in a mess, there are often small car accidents, and there are also children who were hit and killed on that road. But there was no car that day, and the road was frighteningly quiet. "

I can’t describe the elation and aching chest pain it gives me. The truck is long gone, and I stare off in the direction it went, along a long road that curves off out of sight, and I gaze both ways, trying to figure out which would be the shortest route to a town. One might be close; one might not. Or maybe I’m being too hopeful, and it stretches for miles either way with nothing at all. If I have any chance of being rescued, I have to stick to the tarmac and not stray. Roads mean people, and people mean being saved. I am not going to give up. I get to my feet and follow the truck's route, hoping it’s the right choice.

Is he fighting off the killers? On the outskirts, a concrete road with no end stretched between the canal and the field. A domineering off-road vehicle was driving fast on the road. The four black cars all rammed toward the vehicle from different directions. The vehicle was still trying to dodge at first. In the end, it deliberately slowed down and paralleled one of the black cars.

Soon, he replied, “Sisi, Justin’s car is on Sunray Road. If my prediction is correct, he will next pass Sycamore Road. The car’s license plate number is 7766!” “Roger that.” Sienna cut off the communication and ran toward Sycamore Road regardless. She had used her photographic memory skills to study Juxor City’s map. All that hard work had come in handy now! Sienna dashed over the slope. She used the shortcut three times before reaching Sycamore Road. This road lived up to its name. Sycamore trees grew lushly on either side of the road. Although the street was empty, there was a light that peaked through the tree leaves. There were no pedestrians on the street

*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.

SEVENTY-EIGHT “This isn’t the road that takes us into town and it isn’t the one taking us to Maitland or Cessnock, either,” Sarah said. “We’re in a hollow. The road is narrow. If we were on the main stretch out of town, we’d be seeing fields, right? She’s driving us further and further into scrub.” Julia sat up. “We have pens, keys.” She balled her shaking hands into fists. “Together we can take her down. One of us just has to grab the wheel. All or nothing, though.”

"Where does it lead to?" "I don't know. But, you see that," she paused and pointed at an upright rectangular board by the left of the road with the inscription: STEER CLEAR OFF! with a danger sign, making me set my lips apart, a bit shaken. I really didn't notice that when I returned. "Rumors have it that it's a road leading to nowhere but I don't believe that. I just think it's an unblocked road leading to a dangerous place and that's why the warning was stated."

and closes the door behind him. I hold my breath until I hear the truck leave, then walk to the window to watch it drive down the road until I can’t see or hear it anymore. Then I sink to my knees and cry until I can’t cry anymore. The mixture of thoughts and emotions is so hard to explain. Deep down, I know Rob"s full of shit, and at the same time, I believe I’m a lazy fat-ass, and everyone thinks so.