Novel About Running Novels & Stories

Writer's POV She ran as fast as her four legs could carry her, up until she got to the city. One would probably think that she always runs, with the way that I always introduce her, but in fact, she does run, she has been running, ever since she was born. Running to a certain destination, or to a goal, or to a purpose, or away from the traumatic life that preceded her horrific sixteenth birthday. She was brought up to be the best in all she did, that was why her mother had insisted on training her cruelly no matter how much it broke her heart.

He was the kind who left others to carry the torch while he lit cigars with hundred dollar bills. Meekey knew the look of someone hiding something in plain sight. The gym was a front. It always had been. The question was, what was he running now? She left the diner and walked the block, slow and steady, head down, blending in. Across the street, a skinny kid in a hoodie sat on a stoop, eyes sharp behind the screen of a cracked phone. A lookout. Meekey caught the quick flick of his gaze as she passed, too casual to be casual.

Kayla already got towards the door, “Bye.“ May did not get a chance to speak to Kayla, nor did she go after her friend. She sat back on the couch holding her head in frustration. As if it's not bad enough that she has to go back home and face what she has been running from. Now her best friend is mad at her because of this. Her phone started to ring, she checked the caller ID and saw Harry. May was so mad that she picked up immediately. However, Harry did not let her speak first. “I know what you are about to say. Don't you think you should stop running away now? What exactly are you running from? The man who left you because of his ex or the fact that you can't face him anymore?“ Harry aske

I run with plans of not stopping until I come out the otherside. Those intentions however don’t last long. Completely clueless and more than helpless, sheer exhaustion and pain battle against the dwindling adrenaline that pushes my feet forward. Somehow this is exactly how I imagined things. Running, wobbling, for my life in the middle of nowhere with wolves hunting me down. A twisted fate that I’m unable to escape.

Her suspicion of the General Secretary being the culprit grew stronger. Lyra exhaled her worries, rest assured that the unknown man didn't know that she was on her way to Monroe's hospital. A few minutes later… They arrived at Monroe's hospital. Lyra quickly got out of the vehicle running towards the huge hospital before her. “Stop," Adrian shouted, causing her to turn around. Adrian walked towards her, “This is the Monroe's hospital. You can't just run in like a madwoman in your hospital. What would people think when they see the CEO's wife running like a chicken?”

It all helped, and everything played a part in my goal to irritate Jacob as much as possible while throwing them off my way. I felt rushed, like my time was running out, and it was time to hope what I did helped a little and run until I fainted. The universe is a strange thing, and just as this thought struck me and I started to run, the sound of growling and falling rocks created raucous far away, and I knew they were on the way. I didn't know I could run any faster; maybe I didn’t, but it felt like I did. All my energy focused on running like I shut down everything else that was not important. I just ran.

But I couldn’t find anything. It was weird. Why would a small paper make up a story like that while the other papers weren’t reporting it at all? Did the writer sit down at his computer one day totally off his rocker? Or was there some reason why the other papers didn’t want to let the world know? I wiped my face off on a towel and took a drink of water. I was running about thirty miles an hour, which will get a person sweaty pretty fast. With music playing through my earbuds, the only way I was going to know if someone needed me for something was if they contacted me through my IAC, but all of my friends know if they come to my door and hear the treadmill they may as well just hold off on t

Also, against most reasonable accounts, people run to be far away from the world and be lost in their own silence. Today, I ran in the morning, just before five O'clock, to escape from my very own imaginations. Each step I took seemed to take me deeper and deeper into the worsening labyrinth of the jungle. I nearly fell down several times as I was torn into pieces by the fear of my own failure. I could feel the hot breath of my wild pursuer, chasing me in circles as I ran endlessly into a barricade of hostile men dressed in military uniform. What was worse, my feet kept getting entangled in the undergrowth of my own doom, tripping me. Suddenly, I could hear the voices of the men dressed in m

I feel my existence means nothing in my Pack. My brother trying to remain optimistic that things will change back to normal. The pack treats us lower than the omegas of the pack since our parents died in the war. Oh how I miss them. The day will come I will run. I will run as fast as my legs can take me. I am just waiting to turn sixteen. Then I will receive my wolf. My brother is supposedly be Alpha but the Beta took over the Pack stating my brother being Eighteen and just received his wolf is too young to run it.

' That scene sears through my mind like wildfire, and I push myself off the ground. How long have I been running? It seems like it's been days, but I know that isn't possible. Who are these men and why are they even chasing me? What in the world could they possibly want from my father or I? It's not like we ever visit the city or cross paths with other people, besides the odd traveling merchant from time to time, so how did they come to know of our existence? Where is my father? And where am I even going? Questions flood my brain like raging waters in the wet season, but for now, all I know is that I have to keep running.