Stories tagged “running”

  • Twisted Love - Protecting

    Juan and Rocky were only too willing to help carry the unconscious Rob back. Hannah knew the nicknames and jokes would start but that was something Rob could deal with. If he didn’t want to be tormented he should hold his alcohol better, or not d...

  • He Ran

    With that, he ran. There was no time, no place. Just his feet hitting the asphalt and the sound of his breath. The things that followed him were no matter. The things they could do to him, no consequence. The pounding of his heart, and the pounding of ...

    • Author: rkalajian
    • Posted over 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • One Last Step in Your Direction

    My steps slow. One last step in your direction. One last smile. One last tear rolls. One last look at you. One last thought that things could have worked. One last thought of regret. One last wish on the impossiblity. I turn my feet. One last hearing o...

  • Running

    “Thank you.” I said, dropping the black cloth on the floor. I began walking towards the door. I stopped when I felt Sam’s hand on my arm, I turned. “Just be back before daylight, my mom will freak if your gone when she gets home...

  • Into the Forest, Again

    They remained lip-locked for what seemed like hours, until the woman suddenly pulled away. There was something in her eyes, almost like fear. She looked at the boy as if she were trying desperately to communicate something to him. But as she realized t...

  • Run Run Run

    Footsteps echo in the narrow alleyway. First an individual, a quickened pace followed by thunder, a multitude. The alley opens into the busy street, the figure of a man bursts through a crowd of walkers and Peds. Pursuers cascade onto the sidewalk; fee...

    • Author: Vann Diras
    • Posted over 10 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Greg's Race

    During the cool, calm evenings of Summer. Greg would slip on his running shoes and take a run around the block. Greg looked at the houses he passed. Every house; built identical but once filled with people, they became unique. Mr Carter, tending to his...

    • Author: Bad Beat
    • Posted over 10 years ago.
  • Run

    He had taken the last of it. The last experiment, the last bit of neglect. He had taken the last of the abuse, both verbal and physical. He turned his weary, exhausted head toward the ceiling. But there wasn’t one. He turned to look at the walls,...

  • Go!

    “Run!” They ran down the abandoned street, the trail of explosions and debris drawing nearer.

  • Before It's Too Late!!

    They belted it. Shawn held the umbrella in his left hand, his handgun in the right. As he ran, he fired round after round behind them, the rain making it harder to see. Faith yelled at Shawn, trying to get him to toss her the umbrella, but the thunder ...

  • Dread of the Forest

    Zarek felt it all around him, as if every tree were alive, waiting for him to do something. He traveled on through the forest with the lingering feeling that he was being watched, even stalked; and sometimes he would hear noises behind him, but when he...

  • Into the Light

    Zarek ran faster and faster as the light grew nearer, and he felt that every second he wasn’t in the light was a chance that he could be taken by the threatening, sinister darkness of the forest. He ignored the burning pain in his legs and his lu...

  • Lead Foot

    Foot falls again, and The car speeds up. Cold, dark night. I see his blurred outline On this highway horizon. I sense his fear. He runs faster, but He is no match for me. Outsmarted again. Fumble for my tool, The one I mean to use. Cold, black, and mer...

    • Author: Mackizme
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
  • Rush

    Sweat drenched and sun burned Beat up shoes bind like skin Your heartbeat will struggle Then finally give in To the rhythm, the pounding, and movement Of feet On the solemn green turf With the clouds rolling low When it rains You’ll still sta...

    • Author: Render
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Finishing

    The soles of my shoes slap rhythmically against the asphalt. My heartbeat pounds in my ears. Sweat drips into my eyes. I struggle for breath. Somewhere not far ahead is an invisible line. I don’t know where it is or exactly how far away it might ...

    • Author: KevSaund
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
  • This Party Blows

    I feel like I want to punch something. If I had the physical strength I would’ve pulled the girl off of Austin and beat them both up, but I already knew that Austin couldn’t have possibly be into me. Someone puts their hand on my shoulder a...

  • Prep Red, 1975

    I don’t remember my first day of school. I know lots of kids cry at the prospect of being away from their mother for the first time, or maybe the thought that it could be a permanent separation perhaps? I’m sure I had none of this, yet stil...

  • Running

    The rhythmic splashes of Dan’s feet hitting the wet pavement were a drum beat to his motivation. It was like a war drum, the constant, methodical thumping of a roving band of native warriors, carrying out some necessary evil in the quiet of the n...

  • The Run

    He stepped out the front door, put his headphones in, and stretched a little. This was the first time he’d ever done this. He’d never been for a run before, except when running after the bus. He was determined, he would not turn into the fa...

  • The Cafe

    The cafe. 10 people. Not daring to make a single noise for fear of giving up their position. The infected congregated outside the cafe, the lingering smell of fresh flesh still warm in the air. They had barely made it in to the cafe, the savage beasts ...

    • Author: Dockboy
    • Posted almost 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • The Calling Woods

    I glanced over my shoulder at my father struggling to get the luggage off the car. Now’s my chance. I shifted my eyes back to beckoning forest. My feet flew over the brown frostbitten grass to the leafless trees stretching up to the sky. Out of nowhe...

  • The Beginning

    I pulled the blanket tighter aound myself. The ground beneath me was hard and rough, I knew my back would be sore tomorrow. Running away seemed like a good idea at the time. My dad was drunck again, I didn’t want to deal. So I bailed. Can you bla...

  • Run Away

    Running is the only thing that makes my life tick. I love how air parts for my arrival; how wind streamlines my curls into a whip behind me; how my muscles strain from running too fast; how the world blurs into a homogeneous picturesque scene; how time...

  • Running

    I had been at the mall with my friend, Manny, and his girlfriend, Jen. We had been walking through the strip and out of no where she drags us into a random clothing store…Hollister, maybe. Now the thing with Manny is that he’s totally whipp...

  • It's Raining... thank God!

    ’It’s Raining Again!’ Someone calls. They groan, I wonder why. Everyone is moaning about how bad their hair is going to look by the time they get back over to main school. I smile to myself and say to my best mate ’I’ll be...

    • Author: Rez Greetham
    • Posted almost 10 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5