Eat And Run Novels & Stories

It made me forget everything that happened yesterday. I picked out clothes to change into before I set out to explore Tagbilaran and find a place to rent. I chose a spaghetti-strap tank top, high-waisted denim shorts, and a blue checkered shirt. I paired it with black Adidas sneakers that I had brought with me. I only packed three pairs of shoes—sandals and two pairs of sneakers, excluding the sandals I wore earlier. As I left, I grabbed my shoulder bag and an envelope containing my resume.

~Ellie's Point of View~ I had been running for so long my lungs felt like they were on fire. My throat burned and my legs stung with an intense aching. I had been running now for two and a half days, stopping only at a couple streams to drink water and look for berries. I was on high alert, running from those who would be tracking me down. I did everything possible to run in weird patterns that made no sense, running in all directions. I had no clue where I was going, and I didn’t care, as long as it was away from them.

Just great. The bus left in a whirlwind of dust that blinded Eden for a few minutes. She was wearing a white long sleeve polo when she left home. But she’s pretty sure her polo has now turned into a light grey because of all the dirt she’d taken with her. As the dust settles, she sees a shadow of a person leaning on a car over at the abandoned gas station. The person’s build looks somewhat familiar and she squinted to see better. She fans the dust particles out of her face– is she seeing right? Or is she hungry enough to imagine Remus waiting for her on the other side of the road, looking all cool in his Ray-ban and white t-shirt? He gave a simple wave and with a nod, beckoned her to come cl

The elderlies smiled at us as we zoomed past, this wasn’t the first time we ran like we had insects up our butts or disturbed the community with my squeal and Becca horrendous battle cry, I mean even the animals ran to safety. “Oh boy, di-d you le-a-rn how to r-u-n a marathon” Becca wheezed as she bent over to catch her breath. “Nope I just have enough energy to pass round all my activities, eating, walking, running, thinking, sleepi-” “That’s not an activity dumbass” “Is too” “Is not” “Is too” “Is n-“

By nightfall, the gossip had already cleared the yard: finding an old regime manifest meant extra rations, clean blankets, and a bowl of hot broth with actual beef from the kitchen. Real food. Because of what I had uncovered, Renald was currently sitting on the bench by the guard shack, eating a double portion while the rest of us stood in the mud and watched. My mouth watered just looking at the steam rising from his bowl. I couldn't remember the last time I’d tasted anything that hadn't come out of a dry ration box.

Run. The cold of Hezekiah's palm was lifted from my arm; that's when I knew. The air became heavy; everything was in slow motion. The Elders lunged forward, speed rivaling the momentum of a speeding bullet. I locked onto Esther and pushed myself forward into a sprint. With my arm around hers, I pulled her close to me, my other hand yanking the bag off of Kizzy's shoulders. And that's when the four of us sprinted across the cursed expanse. My hand gripped Esther's damp flesh with all the strength I had and forced her to run. One leg in front of the other, straining our muscles to make us faster. Any less of an effort, and it was death. This was our motivation—our motivation to bear down again

The red eyes from crying. "You look worse than yesterday." "I'm ready to train, ma'am." I kept my voice steady. She studied me for a long moment. "We'll see. Can you run?" "Yes, ma'am." "Good. Follow me." * In the kitchen, there was no proper breakfast. No sitting down. No time to rest. Aunt Margot handed me a sandwich and a glass of water. "Eat. Standing. You have five minutes. Then we run." I took the sandwich with my good hand. The bread was dry and the filling was simple, just meat and cheese. I ate standing in the middle of the kitchen while Aunt Margot watched.

The thumping of their frantic boots against the sand seem to be getting nearer but she was afraid to even look over her shoulder for fear that she may lost her balance and fall again like the first time she spotted them coming towards her. Drake where the hell are you?! She cried out internally. Please help me!!! Her knees grew weak and her head was pounding in pain and then her stomach rumbled in hunger. Fuck! She had not even eaten anything for a while. Who would have guessed that she would be involved in a marathon race across the shores of Alamba beach, running for her life? Certainly not her! But shit happens. That's how life is after all. Life just keeps flinging the unexpected in your