Toy Story 2 Cross The Road Novels & Stories

She collapsed back into the ground, her hand still reaching toward them, trembling with effort. The rumble of an approaching truck sent a shiver of terror through her. The lights on the road were off, leaving her in near-total darkness. She had attempted to cross the main road earlier but when she was pushed, she fell into another side of the road-a forgotten, shadowy stretch running parallel to the bustling street. Unlike the main road, this one was abandoned, its cracked asphalt cloaked in darkness. The streetlights didn't reach here, leaving the area eerily dim, and the vehicles that ever passed through were large rumbling trucks.

Creed turned his head and smiled at me, “Hold on firecracker.” “What do you mean?” I asked him as I kept looking out my window. I noticed a small section of the trees on the right side of the road looked a little blurry, and I could feel magic. “I mean hold on,” Creed said as he let out a little laugh. He took a sharp right turn and whipped the car off the road. I smiled and grabbed the handle as he drove straight through the blurry trees. I smirked back at him, “You can’t scare me, I saw the barrier.”

The milestones seemed to flash by, and from the circumstance of the road being in excellent repair, and Judson knowing every inch of it, she was able to make up her lost time, and to reach Holley not very far behind her brother, who had got himself into difficulties with a farm wagon just at the narrow part of the road by the George Inn. Past Croton the road was steady to Pease County. There was not much traffic to be encountered, and except for one of the leaders shying at a hen which scuttled square squawking across the road, the text two miles were covered without any other incident than the overtaking and passing of a very down the road looking man in a phaeton and three, who took one gl

Shaking his head, the father turned back to look at the bridge which had started to give away in the middle. On the bridge of death, the two speedsters, Carol and Damon, were bolting through the congestion of gridlocked vehicles when they were hit by the shockwave, sweeping them off their feet. They were thrown back as each of them crashed into cars. The shockwave had then cleared when the ground below them began to move. They were getting back on their feet to see the lightning pillar cut the bridge in half and both ends were then tipping downwards, Titanic style before plunging three hundred and seventy-seven feet into the waters of the Pacific below.

"Congratulations, Harriet Underwood! You've won a horse plushie. Don't look a gift horse in the mouth!" Startled, I froze in place. A hint of impatience flickered across the emcee's face. She shoved the plushie into my arms and forced me offstage. The cheap plushie in my hands felt rough to the touch, and the price tag hanging on its back still read five dollars. I recalled what was written on the slip earlier and knew I hadn't misread it. I was about to go onstage to explain when thunderous applause broke out across the hall. "Congratulations, Katie Thorpe! You've won first prize this year—a three-day trip to Marosa!"

She lowered her eyes. A brief, awkward silence followed before Dev decided to keep the conversation going. “Remember Rocky, the German Shepherd?” “Uh-huh.” “Well, he didn’t stay on much after dad passed away.” “Where’d he go?” “Um… he too... crossed that ‘bridge’ you were talking about?” He air-quoted. “Oh, that’s… so bad.” Was he being funny? “Yes, it is. I’m sure that he’s in a great place though.” “True,” she commented.

“You’re too soft-hearted. That’s why this lunatic keeps clinging to you. Honestly, after the first time he smashed the car, you should’ve sent him straight to jail!” “Exactly. I’ve never seen such a bold adulterer!” Heather’s gaze shifted slightly. However, when she noticed Skye standing behind me like a bodyguard, her face instantly turned cold. “Ethan, do you really want this to end so badly that nobody can walk away from it?” I looked at her mockingly. “The one who won’t be able to walk away in the end might not be me.” I glanced around. Several people had set up cameras and started livestreaming. Without another word, I grabbed the hammer Skye handed me and swung it hard at the freshly r

She adjusted her grip and kept her eyes on the dark ground ahead. The timber ended abruptly. The drainage canal appeared as a straight black cut in the land, twenty meters across, with a narrow concrete bridge that looked older than the co-op that had once used it. Reyes did not slow. The truck hit the bridge at speed. The structure shuddered but held. They crossed into the open on the far side and immediately angled northeast onto the service road he had named.

"Mommy said if I ask really nicely, you'll come home with us…" Willow stepped forward and shoved the canvas bag into my hands. It was still warm. "Tiramisu—your favorite," she said softly. "I waited in line at that old shop down south. Naomi… She—" "No, thanks," I said, stepping aside. The bag fell to the floor. The tiramisu rolled out, mingling with dirt. "You're not welcome here," I added. Willow's lips turned pale. She knelt to pick up the cake, her hands visibly shaking. "I'm sorry, Skyler. I was an idiot before—a blind, foolish idiot."

The list of things I need to survive. Not him. Then— A sound. Low. Lethal. A car slows beside me. Smooth. Sleek. Black as consequence. The kind of car that doesn’t belong on this street—or anywhere outside a high-security compound and a Forbes cover. Of course. Because of course. The window glides down like a scene cue, and there he is—Nathan Cross in the driver’s seat, looking like the problem I never asked for but apparently subscribed to. “Get in,” he says, voice low and velvet-lined. Like it’s a suggestion. Like he’s not already sure I will.