Anywhere You Run Novels & Stories

Ahead, a narrow span waited over an alley that didn’t care if you missed. He didn’t look down. He didn’t slow. He ran.

Buzz, buzz, buzz my phone vibrated alerting me that it was 5:30am. God, why did I stay up so late and watch a movie! I felt something hard beside me and realized Kelly was still here. I shut off my phone and quietly got out of bed. I still had my joggers on so I just grabbed a sports bra. It was going to be a nice day and I needed to let out some pent-up frustration. Grabbing my shoes, I tiptoed out of the room and made my way to the front door. Hopefully, I am by myself this morning for a run. Stepping outside, the sun was starting to rise. It was a little crisp still this morning. I quickly put my shoes on and started jogging. I really didn’t know where to but I just let my mind go blank.

L A N A I don't think when I run. As my feet hit the pavement faster, my chest burns and heaves as I flee for dear life. I turn corners without checking where they lead, because right now? Anywhere feels better than standing between Ezio and Dante while they decide what to do with each other.

Pushing me down the route it wants me to take. Jim was panting and his lungs were beginning to burn. He wasn’t in the best shape and the running was taking its toll. Halfway down the new path he saw the grave. He recognised it instantly. The gravestone was unique; Jim knew every inch of it intimately. The moment he saw it he knew why the thing in the ground had guided him here.

my father roared. My body moved without thinking. Out the window. Onto the narrow strip of roof just outside. Bare feet slipping on the cold shingles. I didn’t stop to grab shoes. Or my bag. Or my phone. I just ran. I hit the ground hard, ankle twisting, but I didn’t let myself fall. Pain could wait. If I stopped, if I hesitated — I wouldn’t get another chance. I sprinted through the dark, through the alleyways behind our street, not even caring where I was going.

Quote:three words, eight letters has different meanings, don't be fooled. :-* :-l* "Can't run anymore." My chest burns as I force the words out of my mouth. Am going to pass out if I take another step. That's if I can even move my body. "Its not even mile yet, we are supposed to cover three miles." Grayson takes some gulps of water from the water can, he stares at me in disbelief as I struggle to breath.

On the run. I never knew what that phrase meant till I had to be on the run to save my life. It’s never ending. No place to call home. Never knowing where your next meal will come from or where you will sleep. It’s exhausting, overwhelming, and it can drive a person mad.

Run….Run…..Run…..Hffffff…..Ufff….Run…. “I have to …..ffffff………get…..fffff…..away…..out of …….the town……before……fffffff…..dawn” I have been running since more than last half an hour! It is dark all around except for the street lights. I don’t know where I am going even. I just kept running and running.

Instead, he says, "I think you should get going, my love." With a deep breath, I take off running, my feet pounding against the ground as I push myself to meet the challenge. The early morning air is crisp and invigorating, and despite my initial reluctance, I find myself embracing the workout. Blake and Nico's encouragement fuels my determination, and I know that this training is not just about physical endurance but about strengthening the bond and trust within the pack. As I complete the mile, breathless but triumphant, I end my run with my head up.

His path veered away from the main trail, his senses attuned to the hidden dangers and potential obstacles that lay in his way. The race unfolded amidst the backdrop of the sprawling forest, the canopy above casting dappled sunlight upon the runners. Each footfall reverberated with determination, their movements a dance of speed and strategy. The pounding of paws against the earth created a primal symphony, their synchronized rhythm echoing through the wilderness.