Run
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  • Reads 5,594
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  • Parts 44
  • Time 2h 44m
Complete, First published Jan 22, 2017
Run.

	All that was on my mind was to run. After all, I'm a runaway, and running away is what people like me do best. We run from everything. People. Things. Our lives. Our emotions. Our fears. Our wishes. We run from one life to the next and we try our hardest to not look back. But sometimes we stop. We stop to bask in the now, the present, the life we're living before we remember.  Before something happens and we remember why we were running in the first place and forget the reason we stopped. All a runaway can do after that is to Run.


This is a Marble Hornets/TribeTwelve/Creepypasta/EverymanHyrbid AU story. I do not own any Marble Hornets/ TribeTwelve/ Creepypasta/EverymanHyrbid characters mentioned or any songs mentioned. All rights go to there respected owners. I only own the main Character, Mad.
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Not everyday in the life of a human will something extraordinary happen, or something will happen at all. Not everyday, will a person make it in harsh conditions. But most importantly, not everyday is it that one is able to make it a lifetimes worth of running away from crazed murderers. ☞---------------------------➽ This story was prewritten for another place(Quotev)! But since i won't be on here i decided why not post something that's already finished and save myself the trouble. This is a Marble Hornets story, maybe some slight creepypasta! This was written way back in my 7th to 6th grade year so its a bit....bad.