Eat And Run Novels & Stories

I haven't eaten for days but I still ran. I made sure I made it past the borders before calming down. That joy!

Did you understand everything this whole time? 'Is that why you dodged my proposal? Why you looked at me like that? 'Why you left me like this?' The mirror caught him—pale, wrecked, eyes wide with panic. Dressed to perfection—but looking every bit like a man on the run.

She’s just too fixed on it. Cinthye waited outside the operation room door, waiting for her mother. She expected the hospital to do it’s thing. It’s job. “Cinthye Cator?” A young woman sat next to her, she excitedly took pictures of her. She immediately cover her face with a mask. But it was too late. People were caving her in. Cinthye push through, she ran as fast as she could. It didn’t matter where her feet bring her to. SHE JUST WANTS TO RUNAWAY.

She had wanted this from the very beginning—I was certain of it. We prepared for the run. We didn't need to change because we were already wearing our training gear and clothes. I put on my AirPods, trying to distract myself while Ellie chatted and laughed with some other girls. It would only be a few minutes before we started, but then Savannah walked up to me. She had noticed the whole running deal and even agreed to let it happen, saying it would help us lose our fat, but she pulled me aside, earning a glare from Ellie.

Everest and Ana took their seats, his hand clasping hers as the plane touched down. The warriors exited first, followed by Damien and Ana. Miranda and Brent were waiting to greet them. "It's good to see you," Ana said, hugging Miranda tightly. "You too. Ready to get to work?" Miranda looked between Damien and Ana. Damien nodded. "Absolutely. Let's go. We're wasting time." "Shifting?" Brent asked. "Yes," Damien answered. "You good to ride?" Brent asked Miranda, who nodded in response. Ana shifted, her bones cracking and elongating as fur sprouted and a snout grew. Charlotte stretched her muscles, ready for the task ahead. Ana watched as the others shifted, Miranda climbing onto Brent's back.

The man numbly nodded, then elbowed Zane, "Where did you find this girl?" Zane, covering his face, exclaimed, "Bro! Does she look like just any girl to you? What kind of girl is this fierce?" Scratching his head, the man pulled Zane up, "Let's go eat!" At the cafeteria, the man sat with Zane and Aurora. She ate quietly, head down, while Zane, relishing his meaty meal, was too busy eating to talk. The table was unusually quiet. In the afternoon, there was a weighted run. Aurora, sandbags tied on, ran five kilometers with the men without a word of complaint.

I attack her mouth with mine and use every second of those 10 minutes. _________________ Faye Winter is on its way. It’s getting colder and staying darker in the mornings. I pick up an easy pace and head down my usual route. I run about 5 kms before stopping for coffee then heading home. As I walk into the kitchen to start breakfast, Jared is already there cooking bacon. “How was your run?” He asks as I head to the fridge to grab a glass of cold water. “Good.” I then start chopping fruit at the counter. Jared starts to trail his fingers up my thigh.

So I didn’t bother with a response. Of all the places in South Dakota to stop, this was a great one. The hills around the river would at least provide a little bit to hide me from watching eyes. My feet pounded down against the earth, carrying me one step further away with each stride. 'But you don’t even know what you’re running from.'

I claim out loud. I sound insane, but I feel like one! The sun is barely rising. It must be no later than seven in the morning; my mother must be serving coffee and freshly baked bread. She’s going to kill me. I run my hands through my hair, which is messy and full of grass. I hastily take it off as I start walking home. As if by magic, my future husband comes to mind: his cold, steely gaze. Today is my wedding! I drop the delicacy and make my escape, desperate, running to my home to shower and try to go unnoticed. I run through the trees, who seem to judge me. The squirrels see me, furious. The birds sing a melody of prejudice and infidelity.

22-23 September, 2050 Sometimes she felt she had been running all her life. It hadn't always been like that, but the persistence of a refugee life felt never-ending sometimes. Today's run felt good, however. In her pocket, she held fifty dollars that she had promised Caleb she'd take back one day as they were hers. After a long run away from the theater, she had at last found a bus stop but decided on a little culinary detour. While that digression - a little Polish joint hidden among the shabby buildings in view of the inundated beach - was much needed, it had delayed her.