The Town A Novel Novels & Stories

“I can’t believe that I have to spend my break with her. I would rather clean the bathroom as punishment instead.” I know that I should be offended that watching over me for the entire day is his punishment for whatever thing he did, but somehow, I feel very pleased because now I have an excuse to make this day even worse for him. *** We ride a strange animal called a ‘car’ to head into town. As strange as this sounds, struckwe have to ride it's inside for it to take us to wherever we want to go. The town that the humans call it is completely remodelled. The place barely has any trees. Even the ground is completely solidified and occupied by the cars. After seeing the state that their land i

Even here, in a place that smelled of baking bread and fresh hay, he looked like he was waiting for a fight. “Remember,” he said under his breath, “we’re travelers. Passing through. Nothing else.” I nodded, clutching my pack a little tighter. “Right. Just two normal people.” His mouth quirked slightly, but he didn’t look at me. “Normal isn’t exactly the first word I’d use for you.” I narrowed my eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean?” But he was already stepping onto the cobbled street, ignoring me. The town was small - maybe twenty buildings clustered around a square. There was a bakery with fogged-up windows, a tailor’s shop with dresses displayed in the front, and a few stalls selling fruit

Everything about this town is just as strange, I had expected a terrible home, eaten up by insects, dirty streets, rats and frogs around, I mean it to me is the exact perfect place when I googled it up but walking out of the hotel had given me another impression energy, from the very moment I set foot out of the room I had seen nothing but modern things, the hotels weren't the elegant twenty floor, it had just right floor and yet it stood out for its beauty, The street had lights, the roads were starred and not dusty, the woods were tamed, they had ornamental trees in the street, it was just perfect, and here I am facing my new home a beauty in all manners, it had a patio, a porch a mini ga

"Mrs. Crenshaw, we have reached your destination." "Oh, we have. This is it? Are you sure?" I said, swallowing deeply, looking at the sight before me. "Yes, ma’am, I'm sure. This used to be a magnificent place many years ago." He said, taking her suitcase out of the trunk and sitting on the uneven sidewalk. "Ma’am, are you going to be okay?" "I guess I have no choice." "Well, Mrs. Crenshaw, hurry and get inside. Boy, this town has become a dump. There's a lot of unsavoryy trashy people in this town."

"The story says the town was built as a bridge to the rest of the world. As you know, Maine is the last northeastern state. After one hell of a thunderstorm the small road connecting the neighbouring cities Springtown and Wessville was destroyed, leaving a hole in the ground so big, the rain waters created a waterfall. Workers from both cities were sent to fix the road but it took so long, the temporal tents turned into permanent houses. Their families moved with them and slowly the workers created this place and named it after the disaster that brought them here." "Well, it wasn't that long of a story, after all." I roll my eyes. I hate when people say it's a long story only to brush it off

The air was cold and the winds were throwing chills down her body, the fog covered half of her vision making it difficult for her to reach home! The town has always been like this, it's small and located in the middle of the forest whereas the surroundings are covered with huge hills and that's why the town is called "forest hill" In this town, Everyone knows everyone and by evening the streets are filled with emptiness as people are afraid of wild animals attacking them! As Nyla was lost in the white fog, the sound of footsteps reached her ear. Suddenly her feet stopped and slowly she turned her face towards the back but was shocked to find a wolf standing in front of her instead of a human

But now, as we stepped into the streets of a small, unfamiliar town miles away from the forested wealth and elegance of the estate I felt the tears burning at the edge of my eyes again. This place wasn’t much. The buildings were old but not falling apart. Simple brick and cement, most of them two stories, with painted shop signs that looked faded by years of rain and dust. A bakery sat on the corner with steam fogging up its windows. A secondhand bookstore stood beside it, closed for the morning. A tiny clinic sat at the end of the street. No pack banners, no patrol cars. Just people. Humans. Normal ones. It was quiet. Too quiet.

Andre's POV I stood in the same spot we once stood some days back. The lights from the town shone brightly, illuminating the empty streets. All doors were unlocked as everyone in the town was trustworthy. We hadn't had a case of theft in decades and we continued to live peacefully. There were hardly ever tourists let alone movers which made Catalina's move here the talk of the town and her harsh personality was the cherry on top.

Days after the storm, the town still smelled damp and rotten. Rainwater clung stubbornly to the earth, turning roads into dark streaks of mud while moisture settled deep into walls, furniture, and skin alike. The forest surrounding the town looked darker somehow, swollen with moisture and silence. Even the air inside the house carried the stale heaviness of wet wood and closed rooms. For a while, the lie survived. People believed Meher had run away. The town whispered about shame in lowered voices - about affairs, broken marriages, women who abandoned their families for other men. In a place so small, scandal traveled faster than sympathy.

Those memories seemed covered by a thin veil, hazy and indistinct. Finally, Cora arrived at Riversong Old Town. The central square bustled with activity. The streets on both sides were lined with all kinds of decorations and crafts. She wandered along the quaint streets, admiring the exquisite handmade goods and feeling the rich local atmosphere. Many elderly people wore traditional dress, dancing happily in circles. Their faces were filled with joyful smiles. Cora was caught up in this happiness and began swaying gently to the rhythm. At night, the old town was brilliantly lit. The lights reflected in the small river, shimmering on the water.