UI ran as fast as i can… i don’t know where i was going, or what i was going to do once i got there. hell… i even don’t know if i’m really running… or this just. might . be . a dream….
Lance
I ran as fast as I could until I ran into him. He didn’t see me coming. I wanted to collide. I wanted him to feel the momentum of what was coming all along. I was still alive. Still breathing. Still running. Still standing out in a crowd on a sidewalk as bright as day.
Danielle Schneider
one day i went for a run it was cold and snowing i got to th edge of the path when i saw something strange it looked like a finger with out to body
amanda
Cold now,
Hard breathing.
Pumping hearts, clashing atoms.
(free yourself
free yourself)
hoist your dreams upon your shoulders
and run
until night turns into day.
Claire Rementilla
I hate to run, who really does like it? I only run when chased, which isn’t often. K.J. ran his whole life, and when he turned 42 he had a double hip replacement. So that tells me running is satan. Running girls are crazy too!
Kristen
i run. sometimes i wonder why. i dont like it. i definitley dont enjoy it. so why do i do it ? i ask myself this all the time and come up with no good answer. and yet, i continue to run.i keep on running, running for no good reason.
laura
He just came back from his run, and I am running, running. They called him into their room to talk. To talk about us, about his outspokenness, his everything, him, him, that’s all that’s all and he’s already mad. I’m running. I’m running!
Ella Emma Em
go places follow where time 7-11 emt love fire passion run where you love to be going firing fearing trying iu dont know where to run run to be alive run to live run to hurt pain sadness strength iron love just run toi fight burn purge unbeleibre control fire anger pain sadness broken i belive time to run in fear and time to run in sadness run for fun run for the gift of legfs to polaces you need to go, things you need to see.
andrew kzor
How fast can you run? How low -I would dare ask- can you walk? Your limits, your boundaries, your past- leave all behind, let your thought be your master. And when you get to the top,stop and think: there’s more to be thought than to run for.
Salvatore
Running was what he used to do for fun. Running is what he is doing now for his life. Every morning he wakes in a different spot and is scared, scared, scared.
Anna
Run away from the evil clown, he comes to grab the little children and take them away from their homes. He strikes at midnight and ties them up in his dark lair away from all who seek to find them, so he can have his evil plot come to realization. He cares for no one but himself and his dastardly schemes.
Nathriel
Run, run away, run run as fast as you can, run forest run, run for the hills. Runs in your pantyhose, “the runs” — why is run never a positive word? Running without getting tired is included in my idea of heaven, just feeling the wind in your hair as you run run run run as fast as you can
am
If only I could run free and away from the sort of slave ship/purgatory that is this dull, flourescently lit office building, I think I’d be a lot happier at the moment.
Kat
Something I hate to do. Something i’m often doing in my dreams, but usually unsuccessfully. Something that looks peaceful when other people do it, but for me it’s usually uncomfortable and makes me feel bad about myself because it’s not easy.
Katie
I went running today, actually. It wasn’t too bad outside it was actually pretty warm- but not too warm, not to the point where you couldn’t keep going. Two days ago my legs were like frozen to the gravel, I could barely moved. Today was a lot better. My ankle is finally healed from that accident months ago. It is still swollen, though. Amazing what a drunken night can do isn’t it?
Rach
run down the beach. sand spraying up at your ankles – you’re bare foot by the way. feel the grains between your toes, let your hair down, pump your arms forward and back, get a rhythm going. the sea crashes down, rip the headphones out of your ears, today the waves can be your soundtrack. escape, endorphins, smile, cry, just run.
jenny
run fast run on a track field running fast can get you away from things if i ran with a heavy box that would be difficult…because the box is heavy…i will not run anywhere with a heavy box as i am not interested in doing such a thing
mm
Faster and faster I ran, my breathe sharp in my chest. I no longer knew if anyone was following, whats more i didmn’t care by now I was running for the sheer rush of it, the pain pushing me to go faster. What had I done? I thought? Did it matter, no. All that mattered was the run.
Nicola
this is something i love to do its awesome but it hurts although i know its good for me hurts so good!! ashah this is a nice way to pass the time on a sunny day get off your ass and run! it’
s bad for my knees but what do i care are you serious? so everyone should runbut only if they have a good pair of shoes
jenn
I was never much into sports back in school. But during my junior year of high school I decided to join the track team, mostly because my friend Sharon was on the team, too. I had never run any distance before, but eventually learned to do well. I’m glad I did it.
Susanna K.
Sometimes I don’t believe one needs to run away so much as they need to try and take that split second before the the thing that’s chasing them arrives and contemplate why one is running away in the first place. Facing the problem can save pain and heartache in the future and allow the energy to take on the stuff that matters.
J
We ran as quick as we could, not caring about what we left behind us. We needed to get out of this place and be alone. Be alone to think. We just needed each other and nothing in the world could compare to just us, lying under the dark night skies, talking to the stars.
ding
Run away from the world, run away from your problems, run for the finish line. The end of the race looms over your head and your heart. Finish, finish, finish. Each step is only a prelude for the next, in the cycle that continues until the line has been crossed; the goal, achieved; the life, lived. Running for mayor, running for president, eternally running. Stop running, like a tree.
Mike
Run. What about running? I don’t care to run now…anymore. It makes you hot and sweaty. There are other ways to get exercise and other reasons to be hot and sweaty. I don’t know… Children like to run. There is something free about children running. It’s… hard to explain as an adult?
jsg
Running like fire. Like flame. Speed tantalizing your breath it burns within your veins. When you run. When you move. Feeling life. Feeling emotion as is moves by you and you move by it. Past it. From it. Around it. Within it.
To run.
To chase.
To feel.
We run.
Even when there is nowhere to go.
Zilowar
I run. I run to clear my head. I run to release toxins from my body. I run to better myself. My run is the best part of my day. If I could I’d run for hours, but alas, my knees will not allow me to do that. Running for me has almost become a religion. It is my time. The only
Melissa
I ran from the cops when they wanted to take my sister away. I wonder why they would want a ugly corpse in a Hefty bag!
I ran away from home when my parents told me I was banned from calling Technical Support and flirting with the nerds.
I ran the mile for school in 15 minutes—my new record—and I only fainted four times.
I ran when I was being chased downhill by the carnival’s hot-dog cart. Long story.
Katrina
I was running down the street. What I was running from was unclear but I knew I had to get away. Once I left, there was no turning back and my new life would finally begin. I couldn’t wait to get away from it all. I was running for my freedom and it was exhilarating.
Amy Monroe
running away. to nowhere. what are u running from and what are u running to? be careful. dont be hasty. see where ur going.
tash
one word. one life. one power.
tash
Run fast. Run quick. Run run run run run. I hate to run. Running is so hasty and definitely not as refreshing as some would make you think it is. I for one do not like to run. Sometimes I run in my dreams, though. I can run and run and run without stopping. I can go for miles and miles. In real life, no. I cannot run and I will not.
Emily
finding the floor was difficult to a man with no vision… vision lost before he knew the difference between red apples and green mangoes. left. right. just go Sam. just go.
GIJoe
Go quickly. It sounds like somebody’s last words in a movie. You know where there is some horror chasing them and they trip, or sacrifice themselves so thier loved one can live etc. They usually end up living at the end anyways. Second shortest sentence to: Go.
Andrew Meare
I ran to the store, I ran to my friends house, I ran to work. I run everywhere. It beats paying the high-running gas prices. I try to convince my employer to give me a raise, and all he does is run his mouth.
sarah
run run patty cake run
tick tacky tocky tooky
scoobledeepwomp, shadoobie.
pitter pat cough drop, BAM !
runyourmouthmotherfucker.
ajo
i don’t want to go in the direction that i know everybody will go, with the running away from problems, running into lovers’ arms, running all over the place, scurrying like little miserable ants. i’ve had enough of that to last me several lifetimes and i’m not eager to read more. i think i’ll just send this in and not even read what anybody else has said. god knows i’ve done enough running away for everybody here and then some. i don’t need anybody’s else’s problems right now. i can’t even figure out my own.
grace h
I’ve never run this fast before in my entire life. The wet concrete slips away from each step I hoof down and I am in a trotting trance. I pass the elderly woman’s house with the overflowing garden and breathe in some of her sweet planted smells. The faster I go, the quicker I sweat, and the sooner I feel better about the night.
rys
Run
that’s what I need to do, to get away from this place. To get out of this box society has contained me in.
My parents limitations
this world’s expectations.
Of what THEY think I should
be
do
say
That’s what’s keeping me from Tom, this world and everyone in it. I’m not to see him, he has no money, which, according to mum, is absolutely indispensable. But we could run away, just go, and worry later.
For what value is there of this life if we are not together?
So we run
Mary
We were running in the dark, our hands dragging on each other, streetlights dripping onto our shadows. It was cool, summery, dangerous. We felt the wind through the pores of our skin, our hearts beating with excitement, with fear.
marathon, olympic, runaway,
UI ran as fast as i can… i don’t know where i was going, or what i was going to do once i got there. hell… i even don’t know if i’m really running… or this just. might . be . a dream….
I ran as fast as I could until I ran into him. He didn’t see me coming. I wanted to collide. I wanted him to feel the momentum of what was coming all along. I was still alive. Still breathing. Still running. Still standing out in a crowd on a sidewalk as bright as day.
one day i went for a run it was cold and snowing i got to th edge of the path when i saw something strange it looked like a finger with out to body
Cold now,
Hard breathing.
Pumping hearts, clashing atoms.
(free yourself
free yourself)
hoist your dreams upon your shoulders
and run
until night turns into day.
I hate to run, who really does like it? I only run when chased, which isn’t often. K.J. ran his whole life, and when he turned 42 he had a double hip replacement. So that tells me running is satan. Running girls are crazy too!
i run. sometimes i wonder why. i dont like it. i definitley dont enjoy it. so why do i do it ? i ask myself this all the time and come up with no good answer. and yet, i continue to run.i keep on running, running for no good reason.
He just came back from his run, and I am running, running. They called him into their room to talk. To talk about us, about his outspokenness, his everything, him, him, that’s all that’s all and he’s already mad. I’m running. I’m running!
go places follow where time 7-11 emt love fire passion run where you love to be going firing fearing trying iu dont know where to run run to be alive run to live run to hurt pain sadness strength iron love just run toi fight burn purge unbeleibre control fire anger pain sadness broken i belive time to run in fear and time to run in sadness run for fun run for the gift of legfs to polaces you need to go, things you need to see.
How fast can you run? How low -I would dare ask- can you walk? Your limits, your boundaries, your past- leave all behind, let your thought be your master. And when you get to the top,stop and think: there’s more to be thought than to run for.
Running was what he used to do for fun. Running is what he is doing now for his life. Every morning he wakes in a different spot and is scared, scared, scared.
Run away from the evil clown, he comes to grab the little children and take them away from their homes. He strikes at midnight and ties them up in his dark lair away from all who seek to find them, so he can have his evil plot come to realization. He cares for no one but himself and his dastardly schemes.
Run, run away, run run as fast as you can, run forest run, run for the hills. Runs in your pantyhose, “the runs” — why is run never a positive word? Running without getting tired is included in my idea of heaven, just feeling the wind in your hair as you run run run run as fast as you can
If only I could run free and away from the sort of slave ship/purgatory that is this dull, flourescently lit office building, I think I’d be a lot happier at the moment.
Something I hate to do. Something i’m often doing in my dreams, but usually unsuccessfully. Something that looks peaceful when other people do it, but for me it’s usually uncomfortable and makes me feel bad about myself because it’s not easy.
I went running today, actually. It wasn’t too bad outside it was actually pretty warm- but not too warm, not to the point where you couldn’t keep going. Two days ago my legs were like frozen to the gravel, I could barely moved. Today was a lot better. My ankle is finally healed from that accident months ago. It is still swollen, though. Amazing what a drunken night can do isn’t it?
run down the beach. sand spraying up at your ankles – you’re bare foot by the way. feel the grains between your toes, let your hair down, pump your arms forward and back, get a rhythm going. the sea crashes down, rip the headphones out of your ears, today the waves can be your soundtrack. escape, endorphins, smile, cry, just run.
run fast run on a track field running fast can get you away from things if i ran with a heavy box that would be difficult…because the box is heavy…i will not run anywhere with a heavy box as i am not interested in doing such a thing
Faster and faster I ran, my breathe sharp in my chest. I no longer knew if anyone was following, whats more i didmn’t care by now I was running for the sheer rush of it, the pain pushing me to go faster. What had I done? I thought? Did it matter, no. All that mattered was the run.
this is something i love to do its awesome but it hurts although i know its good for me hurts so good!! ashah this is a nice way to pass the time on a sunny day get off your ass and run! it’
s bad for my knees but what do i care are you serious? so everyone should runbut only if they have a good pair of shoes
I was never much into sports back in school. But during my junior year of high school I decided to join the track team, mostly because my friend Sharon was on the team, too. I had never run any distance before, but eventually learned to do well. I’m glad I did it.
Sometimes I don’t believe one needs to run away so much as they need to try and take that split second before the the thing that’s chasing them arrives and contemplate why one is running away in the first place. Facing the problem can save pain and heartache in the future and allow the energy to take on the stuff that matters.
We ran as quick as we could, not caring about what we left behind us. We needed to get out of this place and be alone. Be alone to think. We just needed each other and nothing in the world could compare to just us, lying under the dark night skies, talking to the stars.
Run away from the world, run away from your problems, run for the finish line. The end of the race looms over your head and your heart. Finish, finish, finish. Each step is only a prelude for the next, in the cycle that continues until the line has been crossed; the goal, achieved; the life, lived. Running for mayor, running for president, eternally running. Stop running, like a tree.
Run. What about running? I don’t care to run now…anymore. It makes you hot and sweaty. There are other ways to get exercise and other reasons to be hot and sweaty. I don’t know… Children like to run. There is something free about children running. It’s… hard to explain as an adult?
Running like fire. Like flame. Speed tantalizing your breath it burns within your veins. When you run. When you move. Feeling life. Feeling emotion as is moves by you and you move by it. Past it. From it. Around it. Within it.
To run.
To chase.
To feel.
We run.
Even when there is nowhere to go.
I run. I run to clear my head. I run to release toxins from my body. I run to better myself. My run is the best part of my day. If I could I’d run for hours, but alas, my knees will not allow me to do that. Running for me has almost become a religion. It is my time. The only
I ran from the cops when they wanted to take my sister away. I wonder why they would want a ugly corpse in a Hefty bag!
I ran away from home when my parents told me I was banned from calling Technical Support and flirting with the nerds.
I ran the mile for school in 15 minutes—my new record—and I only fainted four times.
I ran when I was being chased downhill by the carnival’s hot-dog cart. Long story.
I was running down the street. What I was running from was unclear but I knew I had to get away. Once I left, there was no turning back and my new life would finally begin. I couldn’t wait to get away from it all. I was running for my freedom and it was exhilarating.
running away. to nowhere. what are u running from and what are u running to? be careful. dont be hasty. see where ur going.
one word. one life. one power.
Run fast. Run quick. Run run run run run. I hate to run. Running is so hasty and definitely not as refreshing as some would make you think it is. I for one do not like to run. Sometimes I run in my dreams, though. I can run and run and run without stopping. I can go for miles and miles. In real life, no. I cannot run and I will not.
finding the floor was difficult to a man with no vision… vision lost before he knew the difference between red apples and green mangoes. left. right. just go Sam. just go.
Go quickly. It sounds like somebody’s last words in a movie. You know where there is some horror chasing them and they trip, or sacrifice themselves so thier loved one can live etc. They usually end up living at the end anyways. Second shortest sentence to: Go.
I ran to the store, I ran to my friends house, I ran to work. I run everywhere. It beats paying the high-running gas prices. I try to convince my employer to give me a raise, and all he does is run his mouth.
run run patty cake run
tick tacky tocky tooky
scoobledeepwomp, shadoobie.
pitter pat cough drop, BAM !
runyourmouthmotherfucker.
i don’t want to go in the direction that i know everybody will go, with the running away from problems, running into lovers’ arms, running all over the place, scurrying like little miserable ants. i’ve had enough of that to last me several lifetimes and i’m not eager to read more. i think i’ll just send this in and not even read what anybody else has said. god knows i’ve done enough running away for everybody here and then some. i don’t need anybody’s else’s problems right now. i can’t even figure out my own.
I’ve never run this fast before in my entire life. The wet concrete slips away from each step I hoof down and I am in a trotting trance. I pass the elderly woman’s house with the overflowing garden and breathe in some of her sweet planted smells. The faster I go, the quicker I sweat, and the sooner I feel better about the night.
Run
that’s what I need to do, to get away from this place. To get out of this box society has contained me in.
My parents limitations
this world’s expectations.
Of what THEY think I should
be
do
say
That’s what’s keeping me from Tom, this world and everyone in it. I’m not to see him, he has no money, which, according to mum, is absolutely indispensable. But we could run away, just go, and worry later.
For what value is there of this life if we are not together?
So we run
We were running in the dark, our hands dragging on each other, streetlights dripping onto our shadows. It was cool, summery, dangerous. We felt the wind through the pores of our skin, our hearts beating with excitement, with fear.