Anywhere You Run Novels & Stories

I just have to know how to get out of the woods. Don’t worry, Anya, You’ll find your way. Sadie Finally, I’m free Free from Anya’s parents and... away from mine as well… Anya and I are in what seems like a dark never-ending forest. We keep running blindly, leaves and small sticks crunch with every step, our heaves are colliding in the air and non-stop, yet our feet keep going. Just get far away from here, like what Anya said when we started running. I don’t know what is happening, and why we are running. I feel my hands tremble and my legs about to give up. What am I doing?

She closed her eyes and let out the tear that was standing inside for a long time. "Don't be shy now. We both know that you're yearning for this. We can do it right here. I don't mind at all." He said flashing his teeth. Anya couldn't stand it any longer. She exited the car and ran as far as she could. She ran and ran as her surroundings started to cloud up around her. That was the first time she ran from something and she never realised that she would be doing it a lot more in her future.

"Dad, may I come to the airport with you? I love watching the planes take off and land." "Ashleigh, I would've thought you turning sixteen you would be over that by now? Yes you may tag along." I ran and jumped giving my dad a big squeeze of a hug. "Thank you, your the best." "Now, if you two will excuse us we are heading back to the office until the celebration begins." Once daddy's little girl always daddy's little girl. Ashton's phone rang. "Let me guess Shasha." "Ash don't start. Hello babe."

My paws hit the ground and I run. I run and run and I don’t look back.

My feet are moving faster than they ever have before and I leave him in the dust. I finally reach my destination and keep running through the woods. I jump over logs and fallen branches as I go. I am in sneakers today making it easier to run across the pine needles and rocks. I don't know where I am going or what it is I am even doing. I have a feeling in my soul to keep running, and that I will know what I am looking for when I find it.

Alexander May sprinted into the night, through the vastly dense forest, he started to shift into his wolf form. The air was fresh and crisp with a strong wind ruffling his tan fur. He stopped to sniff the air, trying to gather any scent that may give him direction. He looked into the darkness with his sea blue eyes, trying to find any clues to the mystery.

Now let’s get into it. “ Thing 1 & 2, y’all have 2 MINUTES to bring y’all’s sleepy asses down to this kitchen and eat breakfast before today’s 5 mile run turns in 10 with a extra 2 hours of training” I yell from the bottom of the stairs. Not even 30 seconds later I hear Nadia’s door creek open and he light footsteps coming downstairs.

Thinking of nothing else but outrunning whatever it is. Don’t look back, don’t check, just run and keep going until I find somewhere to hide. I put everything I can into my speed. Watching my step, skimming small boulders with jumps and larger strides. Running hard when I don't get caught up in trees too close together to get by without squeezing, and panting my way towards what seems like a forest area with more sunlight. I can hear whatever it is behind me. Gaining on me, and terrifyingly, it sounds like the cracks in the debris have widened apart from one another. That means whatever it is, there is more than one. It’s a multiple of something, and all heading my way.

"Mason will never run this outfit," I snapped, leaning over the rail of the upper observation deck, my knuckles aching against the cold steel. "If you want to swear your life to a corpse in waiting, go ahead. You can rot right alongside him in the Hollow Pit with the rest of your street soldiers."

I hit the sidewalk that leads home, and each sound my sneakers make creates an echo along the pavement. Power, adrenaline, or whatever it is charging through me as I dare to race with the wind. Running is my flow, the way my spirit always chooses to fly. It's my freedom, the only true moment my demon stays at a distance, a little moment of unchained happiness. A certain warmness embodies me as soon as the blue roof of my house stands out to me in the distance, the rays of the sun hitting my window almost reflecting on the chain around my neck.