Run Out Creative Writing

“Run!” I feel the thorns cutting into my thighs, he’s right behind me, my legs burning and I run faster, pushing as far as I can go, faster, run faster! The branches hitting my face, thick underbrush cutting my thighs, but none of that matters, not until I am far away. I hear the sound of crunching, the distinct sound of crushed bones as one of my campanions is crushed under the feet of our captors. “NO!” I hear the scream as another one is crushed, I push myself harder, come on! Faster! All too soon, I feel the steel grip of a monster around my wrist and I am jerked back as they fling me to the ground. They hold me back, screaming, I hear screaming, the sound of punches hitting flesh, more screaming, it goes on before I

After sitting there for a forever, I finally decided to start my morning. I got up and stumbled to the bathroom, showered, brushed my teeth, and was in the kitchen all before the egg timer on the soap dish went off. I grabbed my water bottle and went out for a run, breathing the Alaskan air, enjoying the sounds of people getting ready for the dog sledding tournaments. Feeling my feet pound against the uneven ground of the countryside, the endorphins coursing through my veins. I've been running as long as I can remember, it was closest I could get to flying, feeling the wind blowing against my face, I wouldn't trade that for anything. After I had been running for a while, I heard the sound of feet pounding behind me, “Phoenix! Wait up!” I smiled as I slowed down and waited for my best friend, Calypso to catch up. “Must you always run so fast?” She complained as she jogged up next to me. I smiled and chuckled, “Sorry, I just run.” I said shrugging, I never really thought about how fast I ran, I just ran, however fast I had to achieve flight. “Are you ok?” I asked, she has started to wheeze. “No.” Was all she could wheeze out before she collapsed on the ground, a tired, sweaty mess. “How do you do it?” She asked with a

“Grandma? Are you in there?” I yell as I knock, “it's Phoenix!” The door slowly creaked open and Calypso and I cautiously step in, “Grandma?” I ask again slowly walking in. I tell Caly to check the other side of the house. I walk into the living room. It looks, well, like it was lived in. Papers all over the place, paper plates with crusted on food laid strewn across the floor. The smell was thick, a mix of lavender and old food. What is this, I ask myself as I look through her papers. Underneath the pile was a cork board, full of pins and strings and photographs, photographs of a bunch of teens I've never seen, all the pins, strings, and pictures, they all led to one picture in the middle, mine. What in the