Better Run Faster Than My Gun Song Novels & Stories

The sound tore through the house like an alarm. Lights flicked on downstairs. Heavy footsteps thundered. My body moved before my brain did. I ran. Down the hallway. Down the stairs. I could hear shouting now. A man’s voice. A woman’s voice. I reached the back door just as someone appeared at the top of the stairs. “Stop!” I didn’t look back. I pushed through the door and sprinted across the lawn. A loud crack split the air. Gunshot. Pain exploded through my arm.

Two men were stumbling out, dazed. I didn't hesitate. I raised my gun. "Who sent you?" One of the men, young, terrified, raised his hands. "The Sinner! He said to burn the mixers! Pour sand in the cement!" "Why?" "He said... he said the house is a lie! He said you’re building a tomb!" My pistol-whipped the man, sending him crashing to the asphalt. "Secure them," I told Rylan. "And get those mixers up the mountain. I want that concrete poured today."

Melody ran farther as she looked back at me. The sound of a gunshot hit the tree next to me as my ear went in shock. I kept running trying to dodge behind trees but as I got back to the main path. The sound of a gunshot echoed through the forest as I felt my leg give out. The bullet was deep into my skin as Melody kept running, but Daniel got closer.

as I raise the gun. "NOW!"

The gun I was holding fell off my hand, “Davis”

He just held onto my hand more tightly and increased the pace of the running Then from nowhere, I heard the sound of gunshots, loud and clear What the hell is going on?

When his forehead touched the ground, he spoke both painstakingly and calmly, "Please let my wife go." At that moment, the three burst out in laughter again. They were gleeful and satisfied. The tattooed man was even bolder. He stepped forward and kicked Liam. "I'm telling you, don't think you can do whatever you want just because you're rich. Preventing others from earning their living is the same as killing them. You'd get payback for that!" Liam's body fell to the side. As he looked up at the tattooed man, his eyes glared coldly at him. It was like a sharp blade coated with poison.

As I rise, I hear a gunshot; please don't blame my concerns for what I'm hearing. "All right, Chicka, here's the deal: I only have one gun and one cart of ammunition bullets, and there are four of you, so let's get started on our joyful fun game, and make Mama pleased!" My mother makes an announcement, and I immediately begin running. The other three girls are released, and when they see me running to cover, they hear a gunshot fired by my mother. I fled as quickly as I could, but I was still shot. Why, what do I do that makes my mother feel I'm simply an animal she has to chase down and kill? I didn't want to be born into this family!

SHAWNA Terror gripped my entire form as whoever was with the gun started chasing us, the gunshots were getting closer and we kept running too. “Go faster! They're getting closer! You're both too slow!” Henry yelled. I felt like I was holding them back, especially Liam. He's a great runner, but right now he's being so slow. I tried to rub as fast as I could but it just felt like I wasn't doing enough, those people are too fast.

Coach Mbape screamed, his words rhyming so well with the words in my head, creating a statement “ you fag, on your marks, you're worthless, get set!” “ Get it together boy”, I said to myself, shaking my head as if to push out the words, and as I was busy shaking off the imaginary dust from my head, I didn't realize that the gun had been shot. The next thing I heard was the sharp wind of other sprinters bypassing me. I wasted no time. My running feet hit the tracks, my heels nearly touching the back of my head as I ran, the wind filling my eyes, my nose, my ears; every hole on my body.