Creative Writing: Running

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Running. Why did it always end up in running? The pounding of my feet against the forest floor fell into a comfortable rhythm; the rattling sound of my quick breath was a familiar friend. Twigs snapped under me as I crashed through the greenery, desperately sprinting, never taking a chance to look back. Somewhere in the distance, an alarm sounded, a melancholy recognition to my worsening situation. Air. I needed air. In, out, in, out. My lungs burned like fire and my legs shook like leaves in a storm. How much could I run for? Most likely not long enough. The moon drifted into the sky, where a sea of cloud attempted to sink in. Its captivating beauty held me in for a moment, unable to look away in my currently semi-delirious state. My vision …show more content…

Then another closer. Closer, closer… With a sigh, I pushed on. They could not catch me! I refuse to start over! I repeated the words to myself like a mantra, refueling my energy. The wind howled around me, making tears in my eyes and the trees bow down, branches scraped against each other almost as though to greet lost friends. Light began to slowly grow around me, an expanding flame consuming my vision. I felt a wave of relief wash over me. This was it. The end had come. I could stop; I didn’t have to fight anymore. With a delirious laugh, I stumbled into it, eyes closed, arms open stretched in anticipation of… Nothing. Disappointed, I opened one eye, then the other, my legs lay motionless. There was no light. A bed of grass cuddled me, dimly shining in the moonlight. Whirling around I looked back at where I had come from; the trees stood tall with authority as though to remind me to carry on. Sighing, I turned back and walked forward, dragging my feet along like dead weights. Mimicking the trees in the forest, I swayed in the breeze, feeling the sudden sensation of flying. Why couldn’t I fly? Why was I bound to walk? Questions fluttered in my head like birds chasing one another around, yet I was too tired to catch. All I had to do was put one foot in front of another. Just one step in front of another, one after another,

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