The Perfect Run Novels & Stories

"Why did it have to be him, of all people? I don't even know why I'm here! Drinking away my sorrows just to forget about him. It's not as if he's that handsome. I mean, Jade has such a nasty temper, and I hate what he does sometimes. Do I even deserve this?!" "It's always like that, bestie. Sometimes, we don't get what we want from life. See, most of us aren't perfect my dear. We just have to make the best out of people even if we think their wrong for us, sometimes. Make Jade a perfect gentle man, Fire. I notice his best whenever he's with you. Have you seen the spark in his eyes, recently? That's the charm you've given to him. I've also noticed the same joy in you of resent. I don't know i

"It won't be a problem shedding off the seconds between Pheobe and I if I should shed yours." Adam said nothing in reply to that. He only looked at her for the briefest seconds before he turned to look at the field at again. The coach blew the whistle and the junior students took off, with the speed of a lighting and before I could even open my eyes, they were at the finish line. Wow. Some people can run sha. Funny how people seems to have passion for running, I personally think it's exhausting. "You think running is exhausting?" Adam asked and I turned to look at me. Sophia had disappeared from our side. I did not even realize I'd said that out loud.

she rants but I just kissed her and she smiled. We might fight, she might not admit to what I want to hear but it doesn’t change the fact that we are perfect for each other. The end.

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Except for one final and ultimately derisive snort from the bluenet, the last metaphorical word as it were, the rest of the run had been quiet, their steps and breathing light and measured. If they were trying to come up with things to say during their run, neither succeeded. But the silence this time felt right, even if a little fragile, like words would only shatter the dream. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

“Don’t do this, please. Forcing me to watch these movies is equivalent to brainwashing. Not to mention it’s completely opposite to Camp Unplugged’s principles. This isn’t you.” “How do you know who I am and who I’m not?” Ms. Perfect says icily, turns her back and walks away from Kate. Her silhouette disappears up the steps and then the doorway of the hatch doors. Kate listens to the click-clack of the trademark stilettos and then the soft squish of grass after that. When she’s sure the camp counsellor is gone, Kate pumps her fists in the air and silently screams: Yassss! She also does a small, spontaneous victory dance.

Kira The next morning, I got up early and went for a long run. Perrin met me just after dawn and it felt good. Really good. Like I was hitting some type of rhythm again, shoes digging into the trails and dirt and mud flinging up my shins. “Are you getting faster?” Perrin puffed as we crested a hill. “You’re getting slower.” “Not hardly. Seth has been kicking my ass as much as he’s been kicking yours.” “Then why are you eating my dust?”

Everything had felt so perfect and I wanted that again. I put on a pair of leggings and a big T-shirt and laced up May’s running shoes she packed because I didn't own any. I stepped outside and started to run with no plan or destination in mind, just the morning air around me. I spun in a slow circle on the quiet street where the house stood and without even thinking I broke into a run. The air was cool and soft on my face and the ground felt solid under my shoes. I ran past the little park with the swings moving gently in the wind and also a tiny white church with its doors still closed, and I kept running. My heart was pounding so hard it almost hurt and my feet began to burn inside my sho

She breathed out. Her life felt so perfect it scared her so much. She had the husband of her dreams. He did everything right, and almost always said the right thing. It was as if she was some in some kind of fairytale dream and soon enough she’d wake up then it would all be gone. She fixed her hair and sat down as he showered. *** In Suncity, Love scrolled on her f******k lying on her bed. She paused coming across a post by some motivational speaker.

The Warning Run. Just one word. Four letters. Yet somehow— it made the entire room colder. Nobody spoke. Nobody moved. The storm battered the house outside. Rain slammed against the roof. Wind screamed through the trees. But inside— everyone stared at the journal. Run. God. Run from what? Fair. Run where? Reasonable. Run why? God. Too many questions. Fair. Not enough answers. Reasonable honestly. Then Thomas slowly picked up the journal again. His hands were shaking.

~ JOCELYN ~ I run. Tears pour from my eyes and bathe my cheeks, but I don’t stop running. I don’t stop running when I hear Lycena’s laughter. I don’t stop running when I hear someone shout my name. I run like the ceremony never started. I run like I was never meant to wear this white wedding dress tonight. I run like I was never mated to Caspian. I run from us. From everything. I just keep running.