Better Run Faster Than My Gun Song Mga Nobela at Kwento

Time seemed to slow down as I saw the raw power in the bear’s charge, the glint of sunlight off its claws. “Molly! Run!” I screamed, my heart slamming against my chest. It was of no use though. The bear was closing in fast, its massive paws pounding the ground, sending vibrations up through my boots. My chest tightened, but I didn’t hesitate. There was no time to think. "Shit!" I muttered, ripping my gun from its holster. I aimed, my hand steady despite the frantic pounding in my chest. I squeezed the trigger. Bang! The shot rang through the forest, echoing into the distance.

He said aggressively . I grabbed Saad's arm as we saw him taking out a gun from his back . " Ready to say bye bye " he sang like a psychopath . My eyes zeroed as he slowly pulled the trigger . I close my screaming at the top of my lung BANG ! Saad kicked his hand , all eyes went up in the air seeing the gun slowly coming down. Saad grabbed my hand and we ran towards the jungle. " Get Them Now !" he screamed behind our backs as we ran like our life depended on it .

he said in rants. “get ready to enjoy your death or your new freedom because your countdown begins now" run uncle, run," I said, and the guys let him run free. He ran fast, but to me, he was running very slow in my head as I aim the Lorenzo gun at his right leg. Bang! A shot rang out of the gun in my hand hitting him on his right, the impact of the shot made him scream as he fell on the floor, but managed to get up quickly and started running again limping and grunting with one leg.

My real name…real family…real identity. I race as fast as my feet can carry me. I rush and duck under the stairs as the muzzle of their guns spits bullets like a tornado of rage. I can hear my ferocious breathing even amidst the gunshots. Suddenly, like a slow motion, I clasp my hand over my ears willing the sounds to die out as images fill my mind. ***Flashback***

…Everybody's runnin', but half of them ain't lookin’…It's goin' on in the kitchen, but I don't know what's cookin’…They say I gotta learn, but nobody's here to teach me…If they can't understand it, how can they reach me?…I guess they can't, I guess they won’t…I guess they frontin', that's why I know my life is out of luck, fool!…Been spendin' most their lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise…Been spendin' most their lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise…Keep spendin' most our lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise…Keep spendin' most our lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise…Tell me why are we so blind to see…That the ones we hurt are you and me?…Tell me why are we so blind to see…That the

I watch as she begins sniffing the air, anxiety and fear radiating off of her in waves. "I'm sorry. I tried to protect her but they had a gun, a dart gun. That's why I was out of it." I state, pacing back and forth as I try to figure out where Grace might be, relaying the map of The Run in my head over and over gain.

His voice echoes like a clap of thunder, rattling my nerves. I don't let it stop me, I keep running barefoot. A chorus of cheers ricocheted from the crowd, hands jamming together in excitement. I don't stop running, not even the perverted words they're hurling at me could make me pause. I flinch hard at the first crack of the gunshot, my eyes widening. He's started hunting me like prey. I zigzag blindly across the field. His brutality and my exhaustion made my throat dry like sand. Water.

Run. Run. Run.

Autumn’s Pov God bless you You make me feel brand new For God blessed me with you You make me feel brand new I sing this song 'cause you Make me feel brand new My heart thumped faster excitedly when I heard the song. This is the song my dad usually sang for mom. Dad loves to sing and you won't believe that he's good at it. Really good, actually.