Anywhere You Run Novels & Stories

at will, a mental zone renowned for its association with battle-hardened fighters. With a deep breath, I prepared myself for the run of my life, and then I sprinted like a cheetah, my feet pounding the pavement with incredible speed and agility. To avoid drawing attention from onlookers, I veered into the slowly darkening alleys, my feet carrying me swiftly and silently through the shadows. The wind rushed past me, whipping my hair into a frenzy as I devoured the distance, my senses heightened and my heart pounding with exhilaration.

From this point on, speed will be vital, and I take a few minutes to stretch my body out completely. I send a silent prayer to the Moon Goddess, take a deep breath, then take off as if I were shot out of a cannon. I run as fast as I can; my destination is in front of me. If I can just make it there, I can go from there. I start to catch different scents that are beginning to follow me. Damn, I’m almost there, just a little bit more. “STOP!”

Well if you would have just marked her in the first place…, Drake says slowly, stretching his words. You know why we couldn’t do that, I say back frustrated. That’s it. I need to go for a run. I need to go somewhere, do something. We drive up to the hills where it’s less populated, out somewhere in northern California. And I pull over and stretch for a second before shifting and going for a run.

The last thing I need is an argument with my father while still just in reach to be pulled back and beaten. [Yes sir.] I reply once calm enough. My body shakes with anger and rage as I role down the window to allow the familiar scent of trees, dirt and foliage to calm me. An angry wolf at The Run is a dangerous wolf and I have witnessed one to many deaths caused by a stupid Theta or Warrior instigating a pissed off Alpha or Beta to look tough in front of the she wolves until blood is splattered and screams of panic resounds around the clearing. With the pack situated in the norther part of Ontario, My eyes flicker to the dash board and I press harder on the gas after realising I may be late.

She moved to the side, "Here, run, Maya." I looked at the door back at her, how I wished I could just run away, very far away like she said, away from this hell hole without looking back. I looked into her face; her eyes were daring and urging me to make the first step, but each time I looked at the door, I could only hear Maestro's voice. 'You can't run from me, Maya. No matter how hard you try to.' "Come on," she urged again; I felt the poison in her tone.

RUN! There it is again! I feel as if I should listen to it , and listen to it I shall. I take off speeding into the direction of home. My mind tells me that he will easily catch me with his car – it’s inevitable. I keep running , running till I feel my lungs burn. I run until I cannot run anymore. I hear a car catching up with me , I turn around to see if it was him. Sure enough it was him coming at me with full speed. I try to think on my feet and take a detour to my home. On this new routine , I see an ally way that is too small for any car to drive in. In one swift motion , I run into it. I hear a car tires screech and I know it is his. I keep on running until I exit the ally from the oth

As I was running, I had only one intention. I needed to get the fuck out of here. Just as I was about to run into the bush, my head slammed against something. From the impact, my head hit the ground. I wanted to stand up but I couldn’t move. My eyes closed weakly and my body succumbed to a total darkness… ***

"I'm not running away from my responsibilities.I'm running to them. There's nothing negative about running away to save my life." -Joseph Heller- *** I need to run away from here. The sound of his breathing was loud enough to be heard from meters away, no matter how hard he tried to run, the other sound of wolves howling and strong paws stomping against the ground in marching rhythm was ever so close.

I didn’t know know when a hug smile fall on my face, i was really greatfull for the extra time I was 16 when I came across a quote *Every mile you run is a quiet conversation between your pain and your strength—one where healing slowly learns to speak.” I didn’t understand the meaning not I lost my parents and I was so desperate to heal, then this quote made more sense and ever since then, running has been my life line.

Running should feel like escape. Forward motion. Distance. The idea that if you just keep going, the thing behind you becomes less. Maya runs and learns that distance is a theory. Reality is corners. Reality is breath. Reality is how long your legs keep agreeing to the contract while you gave it very little fuel to go on. Left. She takes it without thinking. Narrow alley. Good. Fewer angles. Bad. Fewer exits. Trade-offs. Always trade-offs. “Love a corridor,” she pants. “Very on brand.”