Focusing on slowing her breath, she struggled to keep running. They were getting closer.
Everything was a blur, from the initial attack to her jumping out the window.
And to think she had planned on getting hammered off her ass to forget her problems.
Really though, it was more fun trying to hunt those bastards down. She could almost smell their…
Claustrophobic tall walls keep closing in the farther he fled
As he rounded a corner, he came to a sheer cliff face announcing it was the end of the road
Now all he could do was turn around and confront his greatest fear
Years had passed since the last time he had faced the gunslinger
On that occasion. he had escaped with only losing his dignity
Now it was time to pay for all those years of running… A single shot echoed.
Cupped hands holding all the ideas I had
And I am running to find the places they all need to be planted
Reaching my first destination, I try to plant just one idea
Really screw up and most tumble through my fingers to infertile ground. Devastating!
Yet after a period of mourning I rush on, and something miraculous happens. My hands refill!
Oh if I knew ideas would repopulate I would not have been so careful in the beginning
Now you know. Rush and let your ideas scatter, and wait to see what awesomeness grows!
Stench of burnt sugar permeated the kitchen,
Making the smoke detector chime in with its opinion on the situation.
Everyone came running in to see what happened.
Lee just shrugged and put the butter away in the fridge.
Looks like they would have to settle for plain ice cream, and that just stinks!
They were always looking for a place to settle down in
Running was so tiring, and the souls of their shoes were getting holey
It would start with that awkward silence that announced the countdown to launch
But this time there was no moment of quiet in the cacophony of laughter
Everyone deserves to find where their weird is the normal, and that’s how they knew they found their people, their…
Scurrying thoughts running crazy inside his head
Put him on his mental treadmill, trying to exercise them away
Reaching an exhaustion level that would allow him to fall unconscious
It sometimes worked, but tonight the ideas and thoughts were too fast
Not that he gave up dashing after them, but waking hours passed slowly
That’s what made the alarm the next morning such a rude starting pistol for the new day
Can’t stop my nose from running a marathon
Only my eyes are also in the competition
Leaving me drinking like a sailor to keep from dehydrating
Don’t worry. I’m sure it’s not COVID and just a…
Dominic looked at his fouled sneakers
It had started so simply that morning
Snuggling in his warm covers as the sunlight crept into the window
Getting up he put on his running gear and headed out to the trail
Under the red and orange leaves he began to jog
Soon his breath was ragged as he pushed himself harder and farther
That was when he felt that dreaded hard intestinal clenching
It made him stop and look around, but there were people everywhere
Now he tried to walk back, but about half way there he lost the battle
Giving the term “the runs” an added meaning
The rat race isn’t getting any easier
Running as fast as you can in circles
And all you can hope for is some crappy medal
Consider what would happen if you tried a different sport?
Kick off those tired sneakers and grab a javelin?
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The new girl was the bomb when it came to running the office
Everyone realized that she was a keeper from day one
Management asked the placement agency to make her permanent
People at the agency were confused. They hadn’t sent anybody over.
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