I Just Want To Run Novels & Stories

I have nothing left here. Without thinking twice, I run.

Jane I don't know why I ran. My vision is blurred from the anxiety running through me. My body seems to vibrate with every pulse of my heart and every pump of my blood, forcing me forward without my will. I want to stop, I want to turn around and go back to the car.

Not today. I turned and ran.

CARLA I knew I shouldn't be running. However, the news I got from my mate made me do so. The doctor came with the result of the DNA test. And I couldn't help but be curious about that. I wanted to know. I stopped in front of Zurin's office door. But I didn't knock and just stood there to steady my breath and racing heart. Well, I didn't actually run like in my running session during training. It was merely a quick walk. Still, my mate would hate me doing so.

A part of me wants to be in the ambulance with him. But I know I can't. I have to run. And so, I run.

"I don't care about your comfort." "I am telling you I am going to make a mistake," I insisted, the blinding glare of the noon sun beating down on the exposed concrete until my vision swam. "Let me just clear fifty random crates from the north dock instead. That will give your runners enough product to move by midnight." "No," Cassius commanded, his gravelly voice dropping an octave as he stepped directly into my path. "You will learn the tactile difference of the water-refined batches today, Obi. You don't leave this grid until you can spot the purity blind."

I wanted to run. But my legs wouldn’t move.

Without hesitation, I open my notifications. Run.

I linked thanks to him and he smiled. "Aha! Good idea. Come on in! I have so much to tell!" We walked together to the house. "Uhh, i think mother nature is calling me, Bye!" Jarred said and ran to his room as he held his stomach. I laughed and walked to the living room.

Pushing me down the route it wants me to take. Jim was panting and his lungs were beginning to burn. He wasn’t in the best shape and the running was taking its toll. Halfway down the new path he saw the grave. He recognised it instantly. The gravestone was unique; Jim knew every inch of it intimately. The moment he saw it he knew why the thing in the ground had guided him here.