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Finding Me? Difficult. Catching Me? Impossible.

Finding Me? Difficult. Catching Me? Impossible.

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Apr 8, 2017
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Action and Thriller
I was running. I felt free, which was ironic seeing as how just a few moments before I was dangerously close to being captured. My feet flew instinctively one after another underneath me and my arms pumped back and forth in balance. My eyes were trained ahead, searching for any signs of danger. My ears were filled with the steady beat of my heart, but quickly zoned in on the slightest disturbance of sound like a snapping twig or an animal scurrying up a tree. With every thud that my feet hit, I repeated the word run to myself. Run. Run. Run. It's what I do best, and what I've had to do my whole life. It's what I'll have to do until they can be stopped. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Atlas Reign Griffin was her real name. Though over the years she'd been known as Zaria, Suri, Delaney, to name three of the dozens. The 16 year old brunette has been on the run for her whole life. She stumbles upon a sheriff who takes her under his wing for a while and introduces her to his son, Andrés. She finds herself dangerously opening up to him, a risky game in her life. What will come of this growing relationship versus the constant run for her life?
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She....I....... I was running through the thick branches, pushing the leaves out of my way with all my might. I had to get away. The wet, brown, ground made it easier for me to slip and let her red, chilling hands slip around my innocent, scarred body, not knowing where she would take me next. I was almost out of breath, but I had to keep running if I wanted to make it out of this forest alive. My red dress was getting torn to shreds, and my hands and feet had mud all over them. My long, bushy brown hair was getting hooked on every possible branch, making me push my hair in the back of my dress, just like I used to when I was forced to cook everyday for my loathsome 'parents'. Returning back to the real world, I had to stop otherwise I would black out. I took a few seconds to catch my breath silently, and to look around to see if she was there behind me. I was looking up at the tall, old tree when I heard a twig snap behind me. Just like in the horror films. I turned and ran in the same direction, not daring to look back and see her wretched face fixed on my body. I sprinted and sprinted, but slowed down when I saw I was heading to nowhere but a ragged cliff. The unknown would me known if I continued to run and jump. I stopped two metres away from the cliff and looked down to see a valley so far down. If I jump..... I die. If I let her take me..... the unfair horribleness awaits me. I had no choice. I jumped.

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