The Road To Nowhere Leads To Me Novels & Stories

"The world only cares about what you can do tomorrow morning. Don't stop walking." That sentence stuck in my head. I took a long breath. It felt like my lungs finally had enough space. Mateo suddenly moved to reach into his shirt pocket. He took out a small business card and handed it to me. "Call this number if you need work or need a place to ask in Meridian," he said.

How fucked up is that? I thought I'd get used to being homeless, but I'm almost 19, and I still haven't gotten used to it. The town I grew up in is far behind me in another state. I knew I couldn't stay there. My father had eyes everywhere. Getting out of that town proved to be both easy and hard. I did what anyone without transportation or money would do; I walked along the road leading out of town, and stuck my thumb out each time someone drove past. Many vehicles passed me before a semi truck finally pulled over. I was thrilled. I had always wanted to ride in a semi. They're so big and powerful. I always thought it had to be fun, and at first it was.

Her father was forever complaining about her safety using public transportation but his daughter was just as hard headed as he was and she insisted on getting from one place to another either by her own means. Getting into the car, Ariana told the chauffeur to drop her at the hospital. He looked at her with a worried expression. Ariana chuckled before assuring him that she was simply going to visit someone with a friend. The ride was going to take a while so Ariana took out her Airpods and stuck them into her ear, scrolling through her iTunes for something to listen to. She settled on Everything Black by Unlike Pluto, softly humming the words of the song as she looked out of the window.

he laughs as he shakes his head at me, “You do know that?” “Yes.” I turn the volume down again, very much satisfied with myself. “So, where is breakfast?” “Just up the road here.” “Where is here?” “Up the road.” “Which road?” “For fuck sakes.” “I did not know you get roads called that. But this is out in the middle of nowhere; you never know.” He takes his eyes off the road for a brief moment and looks at me, his chocolate brown eyes piercing straight through my soul. “Please remind me why I saved your lost ass again?

He wouldn't admit it, but I knew how he wished to see his mother and tell her every little crazy thing that had happened to him. I pity him, but I can't do anything about it. Matthew was already scolded and warned because of me. Another exception might cost him more than just his privileges. Being the Death Reaper, Matt was cool. He had thousands of privileges, such as his freedom to travel and go anywhere in milliseconds. He called it air-borne happiness. He meant that with just one snap of his fingers, he would disappear in a cloud of smoke and ultimately land exactly where he wanted to. He made it sound so easy, telling me that he could reach Paris, England, Italy and wherever by mere ima

All I didn't was to run with all the strength I could presently build. Soon, I reached a road. The place was dark, only the bright moon serving as an illuminant to direct my path. A path that was unknown. The friction between my feet and the asphalt was a huge one. I was frightened, confused, glad that I was able to escape them. "Hurry up! Get her!" They cried further. I took a turn to the next street. And why was this place so silent? Above my head, they were tall palm trees standing on each side of the road. The place was void, seeming as if this empty road led to nowhere.

He laughed to himself and steeled himself even more. After what felt like a few years of walking to him he finally saw it. The crossroad. The roads were dusty yellow with a few cracks travelling through them. The man stood on the left side of the road where at the edge of it stood an old wooden sign post that threatened to fall at any moment. The signs were pointing towards a direction with the names on them. The forwards, left, right arrows read ‘NOWHERE’, while the last arrow which pointed towards the road that he came from read, ‘MAYBE SOMEWHERE’.

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.

The tray from last night was empty and laying in the hallway. I knocked on his door and waited for him to say something. I heard nothing so I knocked again this time placing my ear to the door. I can hear his blankets moving and bed springs making a noise. I quickly removed my ear and took a step back. He made his way to the door and opened it. “What do you want” he yelled at me. I told him “We are going out; would you like to join us? Mom said she’s not telling us where we are going, just that we will enjoy ourselves”. Using my mind link.

He could see that they loved their grandmother wholeheartedly. They seemed to have come to the bar to celebrate. Albert kept wondering how they ended up in the cemetery at the dead of the night. After a long time, they were exhausted and could only snivel. Then, he slowly coaxed them back into the car. He could see someone taking pictures, but Albert did not have time to react. Besides, he knew some people assigned by Chandler were following their followers discreetly. Thankfully, the girls were too tired and were eerily quiet on their way home.