Write a story where your character is traveling a road that has no end.

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“The Light” by Ashlynn Prins

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A ragged breath comes from a lone traveler. His heavy leather boots lift slowly, and fall back down to the ground with a hard stomp. Sweat protrudes from his brow as the heat beats against his skin. The drops of salty water slid down his dirty forehead and sting into his eyes. Clang, clatter, clop, sings the leather sack that slides across the ground behind him, his aching arm clutching to its strings. The sand shifts from under him. Constantly changing from rocks, to dirt, then to sand all over again. He’s forgotten how long he’...

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“The Road Well Traveled” by Jeremy Stevens

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OneAll you feel is heat. Unrelenting scorch. Around you there is buzzing, perhaps cicadas, but all you see is dust. Dust and stone; not cicadas. You want to look up, but you cannot. You fear the condemnation, the shame, the scowls of disapproval, and you have no strength to look up, anyhow, for heavy is the head.Conviviality and camaraderie to deception and manipulation to incarceration and institution to vilified recluse. Heavy is the head that bears despair.And all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death.A quadruped, you c...

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“The Road to Nowhere” by Kristina Lushey

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Travis looked ahead and saw a never-ending road that was brown and burned from the sun. He tried to put a positive spin on his journey. This road was endless because eternity has no end either. At least, that’s what he imagined. This was a spiritual journey. He looked down at his feet. He was wearing size 8 brown cowboy boots. Nothing special, but he felt his toes tingling, and when he looked down again, his feet had grown to the size of two Volkswagen beetle cars. He giggled, although he was not laughing. It was such an incongruous sight.&...

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“Road to Hell” by Jessie Laverton

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Condensation dripped down the window of the bus. Andi watched its slow trail. There was nothing to see outside, the fog only allowed a few feet of visibility.‘All change,’ said the driver, bringing the vehicle to a halt.‘This is as far as we go,’ he added, looking at Andi, the only remaining passenger, in the mirror.Hours of travel had made Andi stiff, but he obediently rose and heaved his pack onto his back. It weighed on his shoulders, but the other weight was heavier, the one he hoped to walk off, even if it meant days of dragging his fee...

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“Circles” by Ross Dyter

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The sun beats down relentlessly; the only thing keeping my head from cooking, is the scuffed leather of my battered hat. The brim, wide enough, that if I stand straight, it casts a circle of shadow across my face and neck, but the rest of me has no respite. In spite of the heat I keep on trudging, one foot in front of the other, the miles slowly disappearing under my aching feet. Moving ever forwards to the distant hills. The heat slowly baking any enthusiasm out of me. My muscles ache with every movement, but I don’t stop. The pace never va...

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“The Last Hill” by Renee Yancey

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It is pleasant, the drive. With the warm spring air, the windows are partially open allowing the sweet warm air in. They aren't heading anywhere in particular, just a relaxing Sunday afternoon drive. They decided to take a road they haven't traveled before. “Live a little,” he jokes,” while I can.” Gallows humor. Her husband of fifty years is dying of pancreatic cancer. This may be their last drive together. Her smile is strained. They are blessed, she knows. Fifty years is a long time, just not long enough. “Yes,” she wipe...

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“Sailor” by H.e. Ross

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I anchored Magic in a little cove that was bordered by coco palms and fern over a black sand beach. It was one of those perfect beach scenes that I dreamt about as a child and now I was here. I got the dinghy in the water faster than ever with the thought that maybe the cove might disappear. I had my rum and a sandwich in my backpack to celebrate a small delight at finding this place. Before I touched the sand I had a sense of being in that dream; that I wasn’t really alive yet but still comfortably in my cot under our tree in our backyard. ...

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“Road to Nowhere” by Kathy Frizzell

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It was a dark stormy night in the middle of {Castle Rock,} sitting at my desk in my dorm room and studying for my criminalize/journalist test. When I {Raven-Wind} was suddenly looking through the universal portal door, my curiosity got the better of me; I {Raven-Wind} walked through regardless of my subconscious warning signs. Surrounded by traps and mythological creatures, further in I {Raven-Wind}, walked for miles it felt and came to a clearing surrounded by "Dark Elves; startled, the head of the pack led me to a hidden cloth door tha...

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“The Running Shoes” by Matt Wright

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Dan Parker, AKA '@RunDanRun' considered his video caption for a few moments, then decided to go all out with: “THESE RUNNING SHOES WILL CHANGE YOUR LIFE. HERE’S WHY…” He then scanned the video timeline until he found the right thumbnail. A shot of himself holding a pristine pair of Megaflow 11, his frozen expression a picture of awe. He pixelated the image of the product, as he didn’t want to give the game away before he earned his click, and added a few neon exclamation marks and a ‘mind blown’ emoji for good measure. In t...

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“That Which Takes All A Man Has To Give” by Brian Quinn

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Brian R. Quinn about 2,900 BrianRQuinn@me.com https://www.BrianRQuinn.com That Which Takes All A Man Has To Give We climb, the officers and I. Corporal Mejia, the fat one, is sweating like the pig he is, panting and stumbling up the narrow path, dragging and thumping the butt of his fine government issue musket against the pitted volcanic boulders scattered along the trail. Sergeant Naranjo Es Hermano! Ramrod straight. He practically marches up the mountainside. Naranjo is a man to be t...

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“No Truce” by Konstantinos Kontopoulos

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21:45 The smell of burnt rubber was still there, faint yet noticeable at the end of every breath, the olfactory equivalent of a bitter aftertaste. One that no amount of fresh air could seem to get rid of. The windows were rolled down all the way and the night air through the forest road was crisp in that unique way forest air is crisp during an early spring night. Yet the smell was undoubtedly there. A smidgen of something almost rotten yet somehow artificial. He’d checked the car, twice, front to back. Stopped at the...

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“The Road” by Rebecca Ramirez

Submitted to Contest #239

John looked up as a shadow crossed the neon lights, pulling him out of his thoughts. It was the waitress reaching over to top off his coffee. “Anything else I can get you?” she asked. “No,” he said. “I’ll take the check.” “And how was everything?” She tore off a strip of green paper and set it down in front of him. “Good. Thank you.” “Great. You can pay at the front whenever you’re ready.” Thunder rumbled as John took his receipt and headed out into the night. There were cars lined up in front of the diner, glittering in the falling rai...

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“All is Well” by Lucius Doon

Submitted to Contest #239

The road has no end. Trying to make amends with my past. I make off-handed remarks to the intangible camera that follows my weary step. There is nothing left. I am tired. Hungry, weary and lost. I have paid the cost. I can’t shoulder the weight of my struggles standing still. I have to move. Aimless feet point west. Night falls on me like a leaden blanket. It is as heavy as it’s ever felt. It’s as dark as I have ever seen. Eerie. Haunting. Alone yet unafraid. I am the thespian that strayed from the stage. I was once filled with rage. It was ...

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“My Dads Journey” by Ida Giannico

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Dad is a tough old bird. Kind of like three day old turkey after Thanksgiving. You knew how delicious it was the day of the dinner, heck even after two more additional meals. The third day however, you began to have your doubts it still tasted good and had value.Dad is 93 years old. I say old now, well, because he is. He is no longer the twenty six year old man that turned my fifteen year old Mothers head. They met, fell in love instantly, and because of the the hard times Moms parents had during the depression, they allowed them to marry. T...

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“Journey the Endless Road” by Asa P

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You have to walk this lonesome road. You have to walk it by yourself. Nobody is going to walk it for you.So tie your shoes tightly, tuck in the laces, and start walking the road toward your fate…..The girl hated fridays. Classes ended at 16:00 with the children herded onto buses to go back to their respective homes for the weekend. As she rode the hour or so back to her father’s home she missed school more and more, already looking forward to Monday morning, when she would return to the mundaneness of fifth grade life. Monday-Thurs...

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Write a story where your character is traveling a road that has no end.

Submissions are closed

✍️ 98 stories

“The Light” by Ashlynn Prins

“The Road Well Traveled” by Jeremy Stevens

“The Road to Nowhere” by Kristina Lushey

“Road to Hell” by Jessie Laverton

“Circles” by Ross Dyter

“The Last Hill” by Renee Yancey

“Sailor” by H.e. Ross

“Road to Nowhere” by Kathy Frizzell

“The Running Shoes” by Matt Wright

“That Which Takes All A Man Has To Give” by Brian Quinn

“No Truce” by Konstantinos Kontopoulos

“The Road” by Rebecca Ramirez

“All is Well” by Lucius Doon

“My Dads Journey” by Ida Giannico

“Journey the Endless Road” by Asa P

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