Maze Runner Bloopers Novels & Stories

The contestants who raced stood on one line while the others stood on their original line. “Now, is there anyone who is hurt beyond expectation?” the Instructor began. No one said anything, but actually, a lot of people on the racers line were hurt beyond expectation. The lucky ones were the ones who got trapped in the vine and had to be rescued by the Tournament Crew instead and talked back to the Ring.

“If my calculations are correct, the acoustics inside will be nasty. Sounds will bounce back late, loudly, and repeatedly. It’ll feel like you were in a jungle, or even a war. You won’t be able to use echolocation like we did in the maze. Instead, you need to narrow your focus and block out all the noise. Trust only what you see with your eyes and not what you hear.” “All right. Make my concentration as narrow as the tip of an arrow. Roger that.” “The good news is, it looks like they gave up on the idea of having movable flipper bats. I can shout out instructions to you from down here, through the small hole on either side where the flipper buttons were supposed to go. The bad news is, my me

Nine times it beeped before the buzzer went off. Like bullets each and everyone ran through the forest followed by the Partials. They stayed close enough behind to observe the rookies without being in the way. That watch them navigate through the false forest, avoiding traps or purposefully triggering them. Aeon stopped by Adro as he was yanked into the air by a snare trap. While the others ran ahead she stopped to see if he could escape.

Coach Mbape screamed, his words rhyming so well with the words in my head, creating a statement “ you fag, on your marks, you're worthless, get set!” “ Get it together boy”, I said to myself, shaking my head as if to push out the words, and as I was busy shaking off the imaginary dust from my head, I didn't realize that the gun had been shot. The next thing I heard was the sharp wind of other sprinters bypassing me. I wasted no time. My running feet hit the tracks, my heels nearly touching the back of my head as I ran, the wind filling my eyes, my nose, my ears; every hole on my body.

"And gets to live." "Start!" A sonic boom shook the ground. The race was on. Vehicles roared. Dust exploded. "Go! Go! Go!" Jack yelled. Marcus slammed the gas. The Land Rover surged forward. Immediately, chaos erupted. To their left, a buggy equipped with a flamethrower torched a motorcycle. To their right, the Crocodile's monster truck was trying to ram them. "Marcus! Evasive maneuvers!" Marcus spun the wheel. They drifted across the salt flat, sand spraying over the windshield.

Each hit sent a tiny stutter through the fusion, like she was cutting invisible cables. But the storm adjusted. Every time the three of us stabilized one path, another fell apart. A patch of Game City pavement we’d been aiming for warped mid‑stride into the lip of a Graveyard sinkhole. “Right!” I shouted. We veered. My boot slipped on something wet—Blood Arena mud smeared across a carnival tile. My knee hit hard; pain sang up my leg. Corvin hauled me up again. “How long do we have to do this?” Jax panted, ducking as a bit of Ferris wheel axle whistled past his head.

His blood hits the floor and sinks; the Maze drinks it greedily. He glances at me. “It needs blood freely given.” “I can help.” “No.” He’s firm, low. “One of us bleeds. Not both.” But the Maze doesn’t stay satisfied for long. By the next chamber, the heartbeat quickens, louder, impatient. The walls pulse tighter, forcing us single-file through a tunnel barely wide enough to breathe. The floor squelches with each step. Renna vomits. The sound echoes wetly. I gag, forcing it down. “Keep moving.”

The entire room was literally humming with power. A voice suddenly echoed through the chamber. It was the MC. "Contestants have reached the Second Rune Trial." He said. I flinched in shock. I didn’t expect his voice. It literally came out of nowhere. The crowd outside the maze cheered loudly. I could hear them through the magical projection crystals installed throughout the arena "The Trial of Sequence." He said. The floating platforms shifted. Several students cursed. The platforms were moving constantly. They were changing positions every few seconds.

Jordan scratched the back of his head. I stared blankly at him - once, twice. Then I burst into fits of laughter. It was so long, I just couldn't stop it. Jordan stood still, his face serious. "What? You think I'm joking?" "I meannnn" It was already weird that I had to go through Mishap curse and now I was dead? What kind of sick joke was that? "Yeah, I knew you wouldn't believe." He shrugged. "You see, we were shot and then we drowned into the pool and tada, we just appeared here. I think Angel Gabriel is outside but ...."

"Dang it!' "Ha ha!" Jack laughed and got stuck too. "That karma was fast!" Storm commented, taking his eyes off the road, earning his own mud in the process. "Fuck." No sooner than later, the race had just Tequila, Maeve and Tim as they raced down the track again. "Go Maeve!" "Go Tim!" "Go Teq!" Maureen, Storm and Bryan chanted respectively. Maeve encountered the mud on Feb second lap and so did Tequila on the third.