Book About Running Away Novels & Stories

' I mummer as I walk down the hall. I don’t realise anyone else is in the hall until we bump shoulders. I think I mumble sorry before carrying on outside. The moment the cold wind hits me everything crashes down and then goes into over drive. I can feel tingles on my shoulder and my feet burned, just wanting to run. I take my heels of and leave them on the stairs. I run out of the school gates and down the road. I run until my lungs burn and my stockings are ripped to shreds. I run until my mind is clear and all I can hear is my heartbeat. I run until I feel free. I run until I'm standing outside of Castano's. I've been running for over 3 hours all the way into the city. I walk into my favou

But that didn't stop me from running. All I want now is to run away. To go to a place where no one knows me and be alone. I know this is a big embarrassment, but I can't bear to be pitied for my situation. I've had enough of feeling pitied throughout my life. I stopped running when a car honked at me. It's Kyle! "What are you waiting for? A red carpet? Get in!" he grumpily greeted me. Without hesitation, I hopped into his car.

*Mackenzie* I ran. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. I ran even though my vision was unclear. I ran, now wondering where I was heading. I ran. I ran to forget. I ran to ease the pain. I ran to die. That’s what my subconscious suggested. I left the pack house without looking back. I rushed past the entryway, pushing through the small crowd of teenagers joking about something. I didn’t want them to see me crying, so I hid my face and slipped out of the building, heading towards the mountainside.

People who were at the bus stop, waiting until those wishing to leave the bus, hurried to take the empty seats. Among the passengers who got off at the stop was a short, slender, red-haired girl. Dressed in dark gray tight-fitting pants and a blue shirt, a backpack on her back, her hair was a high ponytail of even golden-red hair that reached the middle of her back. Because of her appearance, she was often mistaken for a teenager, but Anika was no longer a child. After graduating from university, she worked in a well-paid job and lived away from her parents.

Taking that chance to escape, I ran away so fast, that I didn't even look at the injured soldier who was so angry and looked like he would beat me up when he got hold of me. I immediately ran inside the little space left for the female healers to sleep. Only a few unconscious ones were lying down on the mat at this moment, I looked around in case he had followed and only sat down when I didn't notice any movement. My chest kept beating so fast when I remembered that moment. It was late at night, and everything grew silent, the thought of sleeping never crossed my mind at all, and my eyes couldn't close because my heart was not relaxed. My mind keeps thinking about that Man.

Gasps rippled across the cathedral. Before anyone could move, utter a question, or stop her, Teresa lifted her dress, turned around, and ran. Not just out of the aisle. Not just out of the church. Out of her old life. And into one she had no idea waited. THE CITY THAT HIDES ITS SECRETS Greyfall was not kind to runaways Rain lashed down in sheets as Teresa ran across the courtyard, the lace of her gown trailing through puddles. Her veil ripped away, flapping behind her like a ghost trying to flee from her head.

I was running away. Not in the metaphorical sense—the literal one. My old Honda Civic sped down the highway, its engine groaning like it shared my exhaustion. Each mile put more distance between me and the life I’d left behind. The city that once felt like a bustling maze of possibilities had become a gilded cage. My ex-husband, Daniel, held the keys, and every turn was a dead end. Now, with nothing but the clothes in my suitcase and a half-tank of gas, I was finally breaking free.

But now I realize that self-delusion really is an illness. If I didn't care about myself, who else would? Numbly, I stood up and prepared to leave for the airport. But as I opened the bedroom door, I saw Gaius sprawled on the sofa, his face worn out with exhaustion. Noticing my suitcase, he pinched the bridge of his nose in irritation. "What's this? Another one of your running-away-from-home stunts? Why didn't you answer my calls?" I glanced at my watch and replied calmly, "What do you need?"

He makes me work like a slave in his house. I know I have to run away from the lights. It sounds like a party or a feast is going on. I do not want to run into a cult that is busy celebrating something. I changed direction and started running towards an old building I saw standing alone. I have to survive tonight. I have stolen the last money from my father's house. I will take a train to another city far away and find a job, but I hope my father never finds me. I don't look where I'm going. And the next moment, I trip. I try to get up and run again, but a giant wolf is standing before me. If there's one thing I know, it is not to turn your back on a wild animal.

I ran toward the broken stone wall that marked the edge of their land. I climbed the stone wall. The stones were slick with rain. I scratched my hands but I did not stop. I fell onto the wet earth on the other side. I stood up and ran again. I ran until my legs shook. I kept moving. I was alone with no one to run to or help me. I was afraid of the world outside. I was without protection. But I looked back at the house. It was dark and cold. I knew running away was the right thing to do. I was finally breathing free air that was only mine. I kept running away from their possession. I would not stop now.