Run Away Novels & Stories

It is all a matter of circumstance. She trusts her instinct on which running away has arisen as her best option. When the emotional circuits are burning out from constant overload. Running away is wise when other avenues for load reduction have been exhausted. Running away was the scariest and smartest thing she will ever do. She believes that everyone should feel safe in their home. Running away from pain and toward even the smallest chance for hope is great wisdom.

Chapter 18 Spoken truths There is a point in your life when you need to figure out if you're running from something with your running something in this case she and I were running away from something she was running away from feelings that she had bid for so long and now that they were validated by someone who he had feelings for she doesn't know how to deal with them. The safest option was to always do what she did and that was run, but running sometimes has its benefits because you can clear your head and make sure that the next decision you make isn't driven by impulse but it's well-thought-out and executed as painlessly as possible.

It is because of all these wrongs that I ran and will keep on running. The safe-haven I call the town line finally comes into view, bringing renewed hope into my being. I take the chance to pick up speed and rush into the safety net. I feel some resistance at first as if some invisible force is trying to keep me out, but I keep pushing forward, and soon I am safely across, relief causing my nerves to settle down. I turn around to face my pursuers with a smug grin, slowly walking backwards as I take in each of their faces.

Darius said. He then walked out of my sight, his eyes were watery but he did not cry, he is a real demon. I need to run away! Okay now that I realized I need to run away, the question is how do I run away? It is not that easy to run away. Why should I even run away, is there a need for me to run away when there is obviously no in chasing me away? What would happen to my luxuries? What would happen to my house and everything? I am too big of a figure to run away or am I?

I shouted in my head. Maybe I should just get out of here and run away... Run very far away from here or hide, it was late in the night already, no one would see me, but still, running away was not an option because I would end up getting caught. It would be better to hide till the auspicious day elapsed.

Taking advantage of the distraction, I seized the moment and made a dash for freedom. I raced through the open terrain, my adrenaline fueling my every stride. The urgency of my escape propelled me forward, and I didn't spare a second to catch my breath. My mind was consumed with the fear of getting caught, and I repeated the mantra, "I shouldn't get caught, no," to myself as I ran with all my might.

*Eli* The crack of the gun in the distance fades as I continue to run. I don’t know where I’m going except for south as fast as I can. I’m running over snow-covered ground, sliding down hills, trying to get away from them and closer to my own packmates so that I can use the mind-link to try to reach out for help.

If this wasn't reason enough, then, Irish didn't know what else. She couldn't help questioning herself. 'If he was resisting her all the while, then why his sudden agreement to kill her? Why not just reject her? Nevertheless, Irish didn't have enough time on her hands to think deeply about these things. She had to save herself and her baby first. To do that, her mind reverberated with only one word. “RUNAWAY.”

I can't feel it, won't feel it, as I pour all my energy into escape. My heart races, a runaway drumbeat, and my vision narrows to a single point on the horizon. I'm a wild animal, untamed and unstoppable, driven by rage and hurt. The woods are a blur, a green and brown tunnel, as I run, run, run, without looking back. The world fades away, leaving only the sound of my ragged breathing, the pounding of my feet, and the soft, sickening thud of my heart. I'm a force of nature, unstoppable and unyielding, as I flee into the unknown.

Still, the gut-wrenching dread crept up my spine, the instinct to flee overwhelming my senses. "Run, Denera!" the voice commanded, and without hesitation, I took off, my paws pounding against the forest floor, snapping twigs and kicking up leaves in my desperate sprint. My muscles strained as I pushed myself to run faster, deeper into the woods, away from the unseen threat.