The sun hit my eyes with a sharp sting blinding me as I ran out onto the roof of the building. I continued to run away from the man in black chasing me. Only to be stopped by the edge of the building’s roof. Looking down the 300 foot building my legs wobbled and I sat down. I looked behind me to see that the man came to a stop at the doorway to the roof. “Are you done running?” he said with a smirk, knowing I had nowhere left to run. Looking around I tried to find a weapon to protect me from this man. Finding nothing to help me escape, hope drained from me leaving an empty feeling in my body. My thoughts screamed in my head. I don’t want to die. He’s going to kill me. Why… why is this happening? No I’m not going to let him kill me. Then making
I stumbled onto the porch and hear the decrepit wooden planks creak beneath my feet. The cabin had aged and had succumb to the power of the prime mover in its neglected state. Kudzu vines ran along the structure, strangling the the cedar pillars that held the roof above the porch. One side of the debacle had been defeated by the ensnarement and slouched toward the earth. However, the somber structure survives in spite. It contests sanguine in the grip of the strangling savage. But the master shall prevail and the slave will fall. It will one day be devoured and its remains, buried by its master, never to be unearthed, misinterpreted as a ridge rather than a
Running. Running has provided me with so many opportunities. I have met so many new people and learned numerous life lessons. My life would be completely different if I had not had these invaluable experiences.
A small hut… [which]I examined the structure with great curiosity. Finding the door open, I entered. An old man sat in it, near a fire, over which he was preparing his breakfast. He turned on hearing a noise; and perceiving me, shrieked loudly, and, quitting the hut, ran across the fields with a speed of which his debilitated form hardly appeared capable. 72
Gasping in terror I awoke and shot to my feet. He was gone, but where, how long had I been here and ...
As I inched my way toward the cliff, my legs were shaking uncontrollably. I could feel the coldness of the rock beneath my feet when my toes curled around the edge in one last futile attempt at survival. My heart was racing like a trapped bird, desperate to escape. Gazing down the sheer drop, I nearly fainted; my entire life flashed before my eyes. I could hear stones breaking free and fiercely tumbling down the hillside, plummeting into the dark abyss of the forbidding black water. The trees began to rapidly close in around me in a suffocating clench, and the piercing screams from my friends did little to ease the pain. The cool breeze felt like needles upon my bare skin, leaving a trail of goose bumps. The threatening mountains surrounding me seemed to grow more sinister with each passing moment, I felt myself fighting for air. The hot summer sun began to blacken while misty clouds loomed overhead. Trembling with anxiety, I shut my eyes, murmuring one last pathetic prayer. I gathered my last breath, hoping it would last a lifetime, took a step back and plun...
He turned around so that he could see what was awaiting him… he saw a man figure again, but this time he was a lot closer than ever before, the man he saw much closer wasn’t moving at all, he was just standing there, as if stalking until he had the chance to go in for the kill.
The hammer clicked again. I looked into the guard's eyes as he pointed his gun at me. He stared at me with hatred. This was the end. If only I had more food.
I scampered quickly down the half illuminated corridor, made a sharp turn into what I thought was a storage closet, and forcefully hurled and crashed into a large object that made a loud racket, announcing more unwanted attention that I didn't need. The entrance to the janitor's closet was dislodged, and the rest of the supplies were scattered around on the ground. I don't know who was after me, but I did know that I'm not enjoying being pursued, and I could tell that they didn't enjoy my company either. Wherever I was, I needed to find an exit, and quickly. I grabbed the most formidable weapon I could use.
I tried to focus on the far wall to silence my mind from this torment when I spotted a man in the corner staring at me in quiet contemplation. Slowly he stepped forward and I
Running is my passion. It is what I turn to when I need to get my mind off of something. It is so exciting to run around and realize that what you are doing is not only fun, but it is also helping you exercise. I am not talking about running on a treadmill. What is the point of running if you’re not going anywhere? This is when it struck me that I wanted to be a runner. I began my journey at Villegas Middle School. My average mile was an 8 minute mile. I kept trying to improve this time, but i realized the only reason I was not getting a faster mile time is because I simply wasn’t trying my best. This is when my grit and willpower took a greater role in my running. My time increased drastically over time and by the time I reached the 7th grade my average mile was a 7 minute 30 second mile and although 30 seconds doesn’t seem like a big improvement, it is.
I stood there just staring I could not move. Every time I moved o\n took a breath I felt him getting closer. Quickly, I had to do something but I did not know what. I feel like he has a gun or a weapon but I do not know for sure. I was 5’4 and 87lbs., and this guy had to be at least 6’9 and 250lbs.. There was no way that I would win in a fistfight so I just had to sit there and hope he would not see me hiding. I decided to run, I got shot in the leg.
Running, a habit of mine, increases my physical conditioning, keeps me in shape, reduces stress and improves my tenacity. Going from being unwell in every aspect of fitness to being capable of running three miles in twenty minutes without stopping has been a daunting task, one which still grows easier every day, as my journey to a personal peak of athleticism is nowhere near complete.
It was a beautiful day out, the sun was shining, music was playing and nothing could possibly go wrong. Then they showed up. Suddenly I’m being held up by both of my shoulders. I didn’t know what was happening. The only thing I could do was kick, scream and cry to the point where they’d have to let me go. But, they didn’t, I wished they did. All I could think about was why? Why are these people taking me away? I was hoping my Grandpa would come to my rescue and stop them. Wishing he wouldn’t have allowed those men to take me. I was terrified. No one was there for me, no one stopped them. Everyone watched, but they didn’t do anything to help. Why weren’t they helping me? My own family just letting it happen. I felt betrayed by the only people
I needed to get far away from him, from that place! I needed a break. Suddenly I felt a sharp
The fire came closer, lashing out at me as though it were a fiery whip. The indescribable pain was blinding, so much so that I couldn't think straight. I screamed and thrashed about helplessly as the raging flames engulfed me further. I wished that I could have ended it now but I knew that all I could do was to wait for the excruciating pain to kill me, though that seemed like an eternity away.