I once was fleeing from a man. He was crazy. Crazy crazy crazy. I didn’t know what I was doing, but I was obviously fleeing. I was fleeing from a man. This man that was crazy. What am I even doing with my life anymore. All I am is a flea. I am fleeting. I flee.
Chase
All she can do now is gather her things and flee.
Severing ties has never before been so appealing.
I run towards the cliff, breathing hard. I feel the wind on my face, and smell the pine in the air. I look back behind me, remembering my life and why I’m running. I near the cliff and with my last breath I jump.
Emma Summers
bee
moon
fast
run
fear
love
mind
sun
bear
big
mind
sky
why
escape
maggie
Running. Running from it all. But where do I go? This is all I know. I just know that I want out. I’m sick of this place, these people and all their close-mindedness and I”m ready to find a place where people can believe what they want and not have to be ashamed of that.
Amber
flee’s on dogs, dogs lose hair. ouch. so many flee’s. get rid of the flee’s! quick before the dogs have no hair. dogs tend to look silly with no hair. much more beautiful with hair. flee’s be gone. flee’s that make you itch. now i have no hair. get rid of the flee’s!
Katiebops
fleeing the atrocities of a man who doesn’t love you makes you question who he does love. when you were embraced in his arms with his cock up your ass, fleeing was the last thing on your mind. but upon lack of post-coitus cuddling, you stated the words “not cuddling makes me feel like a tramp.” he said you don’t have to leave so quickly. scurrying off felt right after that lack of affection.
Anthony
I dreamed about fleeing everyday. I couldn’t sleep withouth thinking of all the marvelous places i would go if i could just leave. How i would feel if i could just taste the freedom.
paula
flee bottom starscape tenders. appropriate mongrels sagging in the field of grass. treelines showing, cloud siding against the roof of the crack den, blue skies throwing color on the convict, he’s making a run for it.
I struggled against by bonds as I slowly awoke, with a massive headache. I knew I needed to get out, fast. I was a fugitive. I needed to flee.
mayhem
He took a quick look around. He thought no one had noticed what he had slipped into his coat pocket and he smiled.
An old man stared hard at him. “Thief!”
Jodan’s heart missed a beat. “Damn.” He turned to flee from the market place when a hand landed heavily on his shoulder.
“Not so fast. You have something of mine I think.”
The cold blade of a knife rested against Jodan’s throat.
Helen
You are running, you are such what you are running fro, but it’s something, something dark and swift as you. You then realize that it is your shadow.
Stop running, her mind told her. Stop running, her legs told her. Stop running, every joint, every muscle and every breath she took screamed to her to stop but she knew she could not. She’d seen. And she couldn’t forget. And now she had to run. Run until she forgot.
Anna
Flee from everything that bothers you, flee from the world you wish you knew and the people who dont know what you really want, i don’t understand where you’re coming from but i know where you want to go. Flee from everything and everyone who doesn’t make you happy in this life and in this moment, nothing is worth it if you’re not happy.
I watched the door, hoping for courage when the chance to flee presented itself. My eyes gave my intentions away to the wary gaze surveying me.
‘You can run to me you know. I’ve been waiting for you. I know it will just be a matter of time.’
It made me angry that he believed he knew all about me, that he had the arrogance to declare his belief I would succumb to his advances. How dare he think I was so predictable. But he lied to me. I trusted him and he decided to help himself without asking, without admitting, without understanding the permanence of his folly on my body. The physical pain lasted for weeks: a prelude to the harm my trust would feel when the full realization finally hit me.
Flee. Run. Go somewhere safe until I find you. I have something for you and — just go. Why are you looking at me like that? You look silly like that. I always found that extremely unattractive about you, the way you look right before you flee. Seriously, would you just — okay. Listen. I didn’t want it to end like this but… I’m seeing someone else. I’m seeing someone else and I want out of this relationship. Also, there’s a dragon coming in pretty swiftly, so for the love of God, FLEE.
Do you promise me wonders, gold and all that my heart can ever desire… and more? Do you promise adventure, success and happiness? Can you do that for me? Bring me all that I wish and all that I never thought to wish?
If you cannot, then I shall stay where I am. I am content here, I shall not flee from this place.
flee, you gotta get away from all things evil, run away, fly away, fly away like a bird, be an eagle cuz eagle’s are the only bird that flies above the cloud instead of hide away in the dark, flee, looks like free, running away is freedom, fleeing is good, fleeing is what you should do.
Jennifer Nguyen
Flee Fled Flung
Reed Read Rung
Seed Said Sung
Breed Bread Brung
Heed Head Hung
Lead Led Lung
Deed Dead Dung
Run away. Far away. The want to run away from lief and everything in it. Hating your life is a mistake, its the greatest thing you’ll ever have. Your life. Keep it strong and never give up. Giving your life away is possibly the STUPIDEST thing ever. To flee is to become the flea on the ass of society.
Kitsumi
Then a feeling of uncertainty came over her. The period where the photos seemed to be new matched up with those dreams she had been having. She was filled with an urge to flee!
tonykeyesjapan
run away from zion she is mean i don’t like her dog saandy spongebob weird funny flea coller fighting over it patrick i’m hungry hot chocolate haley i need to do math dana d annying took forever fat i’m mean
Tara
I fled from the scene, terrified. I’d already seen 2 murders. I didn’t want to be next.
Emma
running away from something…I never think it is something positive when one needs to “flee” from something…when I think flee, I think get away as quickly as you possibly can and the amount of fear and adrenaline running through you is intense…
Elaine
I want to flee so badly, but even more than that, I want to stay forever. It’s cheesy, all the things I want to say right now.. How does it always feel like it’s never happened before, and like we must be the only people in the world living on this plane of existence? How is it this good?
Laurel
She was very worried that he was going to catch her. She had finally broken free but she could feel him pulling her back, taunting her with freedom just seconds away. But then he said all the right things, like he always did, and she just could not bring herself to flee.
She was much too infatuated.
Ian
I ran away, not looking behind me. it was too much to handle, it all crashed down on me at once.. what was I supposed to do? live in a place of hate? live in a place where there was always regret? I couldn’t do that to myself. so I had one choice, and one choice only. my choice was to flee.
All I can remember is that I was scared. Scared this room would be the last thing my eyes would see before I died. I ran far far away, fled this place that couldn’t inspire me anything but fear. I ran through the door, saw that it was dark and rainy outside. The lights on the street was the only comfort I could find in this situation.
After a run that last 5 minutes but felt like 15, I stopped and took a deep breath in what seemed to be a park. I didn’t really look around me, I was too glad to be relieved.
After 20 years, I was free. Free from this house that kept me in her bowels for too long. Free from this man who would make me think he was doing the right things by keeping me as a prisoner.
I don’t know if what I’m doing is fleeing. Maybe I just decided to change environment, people, things. Change is good. Permanence is boring BUT I am not fleeing. I leave with my head held high. I will walk slow and sure, knowing that each step sounds assurance that I am heading somewhere golden and it’s about damn time that I do.
I don’t know if what I’m doing is fleeing. Maybe I just decided to change environment, people, things. Change is good. Permanence is boring BUT I am not fleeing.
I flee, I run, I fall, I love. Something help me back up, and take this life I almost loved. Flee I find, the one I hated, and hold them true, till I come back and hate once again. To flee is not to fall, but to come back, and to love once more.
Michael
There was no time left to flee. There were people coming at us; strange, strange people, and I was too scared to do anything about it. What they were screaming was the worst part. Loud. Like sirens, in my ear. He couldn’t hold me close enough. I guess this is where my story starts.
Sarah
All I can remember is that I was scared. Scared this room would be the last thing my eyes would see before I died. I ran far far away, fled this place that couldn’t inspire me anything but fear. I ran through the door, saw that it was dark and rainy outside. The lights on the street was the only comfort I could find in this situation.
After a run that last 5 minutes but felt like 15, I stopped and took a deep breath in what seemed to be a park. I didn’t really look around me, I was too glad to be relieved.
After 20 years, I was free. Free from this house that kept me in her bowels for too long. Free from this man who would make me think he was doing the right things by keeping me as a prisoner.
I was free. Finally.
Maude Bélanger
I let the flapping bird flee from my open hands and watched it disappear into the horizon, its figure gradually shrinking until it became merely a black dot in the infinite sky.
I never faced my problems. I always fleed. I am a coward. Worthless. If I never stand up for myself and what I believe in, I’ll never get anywhere in life. I’ll always be fleeing. Never pushing forward.
He had no other choice, at least not in his own mind–no fight, no protests, no nothing, only flight. There was nowhere else to go but Away, the only place that would take him.
i’m not a native english speaker and i barely know what flee means. is it the past simple of fly? no, i know that from someone flew over the cuckoo’s nest. sounds like fly, like the insect, but who knows..
lila
No one could say that he’d fleed.
Though, if he stayed to consider it a bit longer, he had fled from his wife and her eyes and the way she wanted to know where he was every moment of the day. He had no idea why he’d married her, except that it had seemed the thing to do.
Now, miles and miles away, away from her sharp gaze, he felt as if she could still see him. Could still decide that the parties he was indulging in were not fior those of his ilk.
She was probably at home this moment, indulging in snobby parties.
He reached for her hand, tangling his fingers. It would be the last time he could hold her hand, or touch her soft skin. Her father, the king, was after him for treachery, and soon he would have to flee the country to keep not only himself safe, but her as well.
I wanted to flee. That was the only thing I could think of. The situation was just so bad, my face turning redder by the minute. But if I did flee, the long-term consequences would be enormous. It would be better to stay here and take it, and limit the damage. But it would be so, so hard to do that.
I once was fleeing from a man. He was crazy. Crazy crazy crazy. I didn’t know what I was doing, but I was obviously fleeing. I was fleeing from a man. This man that was crazy. What am I even doing with my life anymore. All I am is a flea. I am fleeting. I flee.
All she can do now is gather her things and flee.
Severing ties has never before been so appealing.
I run towards the cliff, breathing hard. I feel the wind on my face, and smell the pine in the air. I look back behind me, remembering my life and why I’m running. I near the cliff and with my last breath I jump.
bee
moon
fast
run
fear
love
mind
sun
bear
big
mind
sky
why
escape
Running. Running from it all. But where do I go? This is all I know. I just know that I want out. I’m sick of this place, these people and all their close-mindedness and I”m ready to find a place where people can believe what they want and not have to be ashamed of that.
flee’s on dogs, dogs lose hair. ouch. so many flee’s. get rid of the flee’s! quick before the dogs have no hair. dogs tend to look silly with no hair. much more beautiful with hair. flee’s be gone. flee’s that make you itch. now i have no hair. get rid of the flee’s!
fleeing the atrocities of a man who doesn’t love you makes you question who he does love. when you were embraced in his arms with his cock up your ass, fleeing was the last thing on your mind. but upon lack of post-coitus cuddling, you stated the words “not cuddling makes me feel like a tramp.” he said you don’t have to leave so quickly. scurrying off felt right after that lack of affection.
I dreamed about fleeing everyday. I couldn’t sleep withouth thinking of all the marvelous places i would go if i could just leave. How i would feel if i could just taste the freedom.
flee bottom starscape tenders. appropriate mongrels sagging in the field of grass. treelines showing, cloud siding against the roof of the crack den, blue skies throwing color on the convict, he’s making a run for it.
I struggled against by bonds as I slowly awoke, with a massive headache. I knew I needed to get out, fast. I was a fugitive. I needed to flee.
He took a quick look around. He thought no one had noticed what he had slipped into his coat pocket and he smiled.
An old man stared hard at him. “Thief!”
Jodan’s heart missed a beat. “Damn.” He turned to flee from the market place when a hand landed heavily on his shoulder.
“Not so fast. You have something of mine I think.”
The cold blade of a knife rested against Jodan’s throat.
You are running, you are such what you are running fro, but it’s something, something dark and swift as you. You then realize that it is your shadow.
Stop running, her mind told her. Stop running, her legs told her. Stop running, every joint, every muscle and every breath she took screamed to her to stop but she knew she could not. She’d seen. And she couldn’t forget. And now she had to run. Run until she forgot.
Flee from everything that bothers you, flee from the world you wish you knew and the people who dont know what you really want, i don’t understand where you’re coming from but i know where you want to go. Flee from everything and everyone who doesn’t make you happy in this life and in this moment, nothing is worth it if you’re not happy.
I watched the door, hoping for courage when the chance to flee presented itself. My eyes gave my intentions away to the wary gaze surveying me.
‘You can run to me you know. I’ve been waiting for you. I know it will just be a matter of time.’
It made me angry that he believed he knew all about me, that he had the arrogance to declare his belief I would succumb to his advances. How dare he think I was so predictable. But he lied to me. I trusted him and he decided to help himself without asking, without admitting, without understanding the permanence of his folly on my body. The physical pain lasted for weeks: a prelude to the harm my trust would feel when the full realization finally hit me.
Flee. Run. Go somewhere safe until I find you. I have something for you and — just go. Why are you looking at me like that? You look silly like that. I always found that extremely unattractive about you, the way you look right before you flee. Seriously, would you just — okay. Listen. I didn’t want it to end like this but… I’m seeing someone else. I’m seeing someone else and I want out of this relationship. Also, there’s a dragon coming in pretty swiftly, so for the love of God, FLEE.
Do you promise me wonders, gold and all that my heart can ever desire… and more? Do you promise adventure, success and happiness? Can you do that for me? Bring me all that I wish and all that I never thought to wish?
If you cannot, then I shall stay where I am. I am content here, I shall not flee from this place.
flee, you gotta get away from all things evil, run away, fly away, fly away like a bird, be an eagle cuz eagle’s are the only bird that flies above the cloud instead of hide away in the dark, flee, looks like free, running away is freedom, fleeing is good, fleeing is what you should do.
Flee Fled Flung
Reed Read Rung
Seed Said Sung
Breed Bread Brung
Heed Head Hung
Lead Led Lung
Deed Dead Dung
Run away. Far away. The want to run away from lief and everything in it. Hating your life is a mistake, its the greatest thing you’ll ever have. Your life. Keep it strong and never give up. Giving your life away is possibly the STUPIDEST thing ever. To flee is to become the flea on the ass of society.
Then a feeling of uncertainty came over her. The period where the photos seemed to be new matched up with those dreams she had been having. She was filled with an urge to flee!
run away from zion she is mean i don’t like her dog saandy spongebob weird funny flea coller fighting over it patrick i’m hungry hot chocolate haley i need to do math dana d annying took forever fat i’m mean
I fled from the scene, terrified. I’d already seen 2 murders. I didn’t want to be next.
running away from something…I never think it is something positive when one needs to “flee” from something…when I think flee, I think get away as quickly as you possibly can and the amount of fear and adrenaline running through you is intense…
I want to flee so badly, but even more than that, I want to stay forever. It’s cheesy, all the things I want to say right now.. How does it always feel like it’s never happened before, and like we must be the only people in the world living on this plane of existence? How is it this good?
She was very worried that he was going to catch her. She had finally broken free but she could feel him pulling her back, taunting her with freedom just seconds away. But then he said all the right things, like he always did, and she just could not bring herself to flee.
She was much too infatuated.
I ran away, not looking behind me. it was too much to handle, it all crashed down on me at once.. what was I supposed to do? live in a place of hate? live in a place where there was always regret? I couldn’t do that to myself. so I had one choice, and one choice only. my choice was to flee.
All I can remember is that I was scared. Scared this room would be the last thing my eyes would see before I died. I ran far far away, fled this place that couldn’t inspire me anything but fear. I ran through the door, saw that it was dark and rainy outside. The lights on the street was the only comfort I could find in this situation.
After a run that last 5 minutes but felt like 15, I stopped and took a deep breath in what seemed to be a park. I didn’t really look around me, I was too glad to be relieved.
After 20 years, I was free. Free from this house that kept me in her bowels for too long. Free from this man who would make me think he was doing the right things by keeping me as a prisoner.
I was free. Finally.
I don’t know if what I’m doing is fleeing. Maybe I just decided to change environment, people, things. Change is good. Permanence is boring BUT I am not fleeing. I leave with my head held high. I will walk slow and sure, knowing that each step sounds assurance that I am heading somewhere golden and it’s about damn time that I do.
I don’t know if what I’m doing is fleeing. Maybe I just decided to change environment, people, things. Change is good. Permanence is boring BUT I am not fleeing.
I flee, I run, I fall, I love. Something help me back up, and take this life I almost loved. Flee I find, the one I hated, and hold them true, till I come back and hate once again. To flee is not to fall, but to come back, and to love once more.
There was no time left to flee. There were people coming at us; strange, strange people, and I was too scared to do anything about it. What they were screaming was the worst part. Loud. Like sirens, in my ear. He couldn’t hold me close enough. I guess this is where my story starts.
All I can remember is that I was scared. Scared this room would be the last thing my eyes would see before I died. I ran far far away, fled this place that couldn’t inspire me anything but fear. I ran through the door, saw that it was dark and rainy outside. The lights on the street was the only comfort I could find in this situation.
After a run that last 5 minutes but felt like 15, I stopped and took a deep breath in what seemed to be a park. I didn’t really look around me, I was too glad to be relieved.
After 20 years, I was free. Free from this house that kept me in her bowels for too long. Free from this man who would make me think he was doing the right things by keeping me as a prisoner.
I was free. Finally.
I let the flapping bird flee from my open hands and watched it disappear into the horizon, its figure gradually shrinking until it became merely a black dot in the infinite sky.
I never faced my problems. I always fleed. I am a coward. Worthless. If I never stand up for myself and what I believe in, I’ll never get anywhere in life. I’ll always be fleeing. Never pushing forward.
He had no other choice, at least not in his own mind–no fight, no protests, no nothing, only flight. There was nowhere else to go but Away, the only place that would take him.
i’m not a native english speaker and i barely know what flee means. is it the past simple of fly? no, i know that from someone flew over the cuckoo’s nest. sounds like fly, like the insect, but who knows..
No one could say that he’d fleed.
Though, if he stayed to consider it a bit longer, he had fled from his wife and her eyes and the way she wanted to know where he was every moment of the day. He had no idea why he’d married her, except that it had seemed the thing to do.
Now, miles and miles away, away from her sharp gaze, he felt as if she could still see him. Could still decide that the parties he was indulging in were not fior those of his ilk.
She was probably at home this moment, indulging in snobby parties.
He reached for her hand, tangling his fingers. It would be the last time he could hold her hand, or touch her soft skin. Her father, the king, was after him for treachery, and soon he would have to flee the country to keep not only himself safe, but her as well.
I wanted to flee. That was the only thing I could think of. The situation was just so bad, my face turning redder by the minute. But if I did flee, the long-term consequences would be enormous. It would be better to stay here and take it, and limit the damage. But it would be so, so hard to do that.