Runaway The Book Novels & Stories

Dylan fondly stroked the lid of the chest, which he finally opened. Inside was a book; Dylan didn't need to open it to remember what was special about that book. It was the book when Bernie first transferred back to his school, and Bernie made a lot of notes on it. Dylan regretted throwing this book away and stowed it away in this trunk.

“It was awe full, as usual, doing business with you Tony. But it’s time for me to go. And, just so you know exactly who has the power here, if you lap dogs leave a mark on me, I won’t supply you anymore. Have a nice evening. But, I hope, you fall, in a ditch.” “Now!” He booms. The men all lunge towards me. Good thing a know this building inside out and back to front. I simply jump out the window. I land on the balcony a level down. My feet tingle on impact. I break the glass and climb through that window. Once I’m back inside, I run through the empty trade floor and sprint down to the underground level. Once there a take my pick of the cars. Tony’s shiny black Audi is sitting unprotected. I

Powerful front and thinner hind legs, long thick coat. Having received freedom, the dog spun on the spot and moved away from his liberator. “Well, now you’re free,” Anika said, watching the dog move away, “and it’s time for me to go home.” Pleased with her action, she waved goodbye to the departing dog and returned to the path, hurrying home. My soul felt somehow light and joyful from the good deed done. Today's attempt to shorten the path was not in vain, bringing salvation to a living creature. And everything would have ended with pleasant memories and sensations, if a few minutes later she had not noticed that the rescued dog was following her.

" They sat in the tree, watching as the once human form beings mutated into wolves. It was those who had devoured the three angels, that had turned into beasts. They cocked their heads up to the sky, facing the big, bright full moon,howling in unison. It was a pack of twelve in total. Connor and the rest of the angels were outnumbered. They all knew it." The dust had now settled, and all that was left were human bodies sprawled all over the ground. We descended , looking around, searching for survivors. In the distance I heard a soft heart beat, it was fading but I could feel it. I flew through the forest, dodging luscious green trees, searching. It was as if it was calling out to me. The ot

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.

It has no idea how close it is to losing me. And this time, when I leave, I won’t be dragged. I’ll walk. ** Running, I learn, is not a single decision. It is a thousand small ones stacked carefully on top of each other, each chosen so quietly that no one notices the weight shifting until the floor is already gone beneath them. Emma and I do not speak of escape out loud at first. Walls listen here. Doors remember. Even shadows have loyalties. So we plan in pieces. The first piece is observation.

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.

He makes me work like a slave in his house. I know I have to run away from the lights. It sounds like a party or a feast is going on. I do not want to run into a cult that is busy celebrating something. I changed direction and started running towards an old building I saw standing alone. I have to survive tonight. I have stolen the last money from my father's house. I will take a train to another city far away and find a job, but I hope my father never finds me. I don't look where I'm going. And the next moment, I trip. I try to get up and run again, but a giant wolf is standing before me. If there's one thing I know, it is not to turn your back on a wild animal.

As if they spared her for their desert. Run! Her mind told her. And for the first time, her body listened and her feet began to sprint away from the murderers. She ran and ran. Ignoring the dead bodies along her way. She ran while she looked back when they just stood still, staring at her. She ran, panting while tentatively looking in her front direction and to their location. The six hyenas growled as if waiting for the order. She ran despite the pain on her head and on her chest. She regretted why she had to be in the city. She regretted it. If only she stuck to her plan on staying in her room, reading her book, this wouldn't happen. If only she hadn't listened to the bullying of her steps

Unable to return them in the chaos, she slipped them into her bag, hoping to find Helen later. Helen was left out in the street as a torrential downpour began. The church doors closed behind her while the wedding carried on inside. Shattered and consumed by anguish, she ran. The thick rain made it nearly impossible to see, and her tears completely blurred her vision. Helen ran aimlessly, driven by pain and despair. So overwhelmed was she that she didn’t notice the car speeding toward her as she crossed the street. She barely opened her eyes in time to realize it was too late.