Maze Runner Bloopers Novels & Stories

They both yelled back. "Okay, I'm gonna blow this horn and then you go." She announced, and then did as she said she would. On blaring of the horn, the race began and each contestant hopped as fast as they could, hoping to outrun the other team. "If you keep on moving in that space, we would loose Jared!" Xavier yelled, staring back at his partner and also trying to keep his head in place. Jared tried to push all the thoughts creeping into his head, but the thoughts of Xavier ending their relationship before it even got to blossom cramped up in his head, and soon— he saw himself tumbling to the ground.

Always have and always will. I come into one section and bounce slightly wrong. Randy immediately comes through my helmet, “Easy on the gas through the whomps.” Jameson laughs, “You looked like a shopping trolley.” I bark out a laugh as he wasn’t wrong with his analogy, “Oh, fuck off.” On the next lap, I adjust my corrections. I come out better and cleaner.

Like he hadn’t heard the Game Master’s order to proceed, like he wasn’t surrounded by guards or half-dead survivors, like he was somewhere else entirely in his head. Something was wrong with him. The Game Master’s voice cut through the tension before I could spiral further. “Move along, contestants!” it sang out cheerfully. “We have so much more fun to come. Energy, people, energy!” Someone behind me muttered a curse under their breath. Another person started sobbing quietly. I was still watching Hoodie Guy out of the corner of my eye. He finally shifted, like the sound had snapped him out of whatever weird headspace he’d been in. His smile faltered just a little, then returned just as easil

Our task: reach the summit before sunset while carrying supplies, signaling our progress to the observers. The maze was treacherous. Sharp rocks, sudden drops, and narrow ledges forced every step to be precise. Daren slipped once, and instinctively, I reached for him, steadying him while keeping our momentum. Liora’s eyes were fixed on a distant marker, calculating the shortest route while avoiding traps. The bond pulsed, guiding my focus, alerting me to subtle shifts in the terrain and the presence of hidden dangers.

Heart pounding, I mirrored his movement. I leaned forward, repeating the exercise again and again. My legs burned. My balance faltered. On the fifth repetition, my foot slipped. The world tilted, and I crashed onto the grass with a thud. Laughter erupted from the other trainees. From across the field, Rosa watched me with a sharp, mocking smile that made my stomach twist. Before I could push myself up, Adrian was there. He crouched, his large hand hovering near my face for a moment before both hands gripped mine.

I know I should be listening to him, but something weird was happening, as I tried to focus on helping him to find me, but his heartbeat was canceling out his voice and I could hear the pounding getting closer, "Stop!" "What's wrong did I do, or say something-" "No... No, Maurice, you are doing great," His heartbeat was right above me. "Ok Maurice this is what you're going to do for me, you are going to jump, repeatedly," "Jump? Why do I need to—" "Just jump Maurice, we are running out of time," Hearing the heavy stomps, dirt trickled in my eyes, inciting me to blink rapidly, "Good job," I coughed, "You wouldn't- happen to have a shovel with you, do you?"

While Noah decided to grab a mop from the kitchen to clean the little tea that had managed to spill on the floor, Ruby chose to get the door despite his current state. He opens the door after the third ring and as the unexpected visitor’s face comes into view, he slams it right back. It was like he was seeing things now since the incident. What could Dylan Blake, the director of the hospital he works at be doing right behind the door he had between them? “Oh Crap!” He mutters when he realized he had just slammed the door right in the face of someone in a position to decide his employment status. How he was going to face Dylan, was a mystery to Ruby.

The ground was unstable, threatening to collapse under every step. Balance and speed were essential. Nathaniel and Abigail moved alongside me, both with serious, focused expressions. Faith and Harry were a few meters behind, while Allison and Hannah fought their way through from the opposite side. All of us knew-there was no room for mistakes. As I reached the center of the course, a massive boulder suddenly came crashing down from a nearby hill. A thick cloud of dust and debris rose into the air, making it almost impossible to see. Even the slightest hesitation could be fatal.

God. No debate. Fair. Just run. Reasonable. Then they ran. God. As fast as children could run. Fair. Which wasn't very fast. Reasonable honestly. But it was everything they had. God. The tunnel twisted. Fair. Turned. Reasonable. Narrowed. God. The light disappeared. Fair. Then appeared again. Reasonable honestly. Then disappeared again. God. Like it was teasing them. Fair. Then Peanut tripped. Reasonable. Immediately.

A clipboard slapped my head, startling me. "Focus!" The starter lifted his gun and fired. I stumbled on my feet, barely keeping my balance. It would cost me a few marks… But the gun shot a second time, signaling a false start. My cheeks burned as I turned back toward Serrano. At least I hadn't been the one to false start. Though, tripping on my own feet wasn't much of a consolation. On the infield, I heard Rhys burst out in laughter at my ungraceful start, not helping the situation in the least.