Your 100 Word Challenge this week is to write 100 words – no more, no less – based on the prompt:
Running like the wind…
Good luck; I can’t wait to read them!
Your 100 Word Challenge this week is to write 100 words – no more, no less – based on the prompt:
Running like the wind…
Good luck; I can’t wait to read them!
I go dark
Blood pulsing
Foot falls fast
Furiously pounding the ground which
Swims before me
The night beckons
As it always does
I am not the wolf
But I howl
With centuries of fury
Angry
Lost
My tribe miles apart
My people
My truth
Bare skin broken
Like chords of history
Musical and painful
Thin and wiry
Spirit fiery
My ears thud
The grass is crushed, it bends
Beneath my pace
I am the wind
Will not win
Nature’s race
When my tribe
Rises once more
Not separated
But part of the whole
I can fly
With no wings
I can soar
I am the drums
So I run
The poet
The child
The native
Burnt skin
To the edge of the world
Around then back again
Running and running
Always running.
And I set off,
Heart thumping,
Controlling my breathing,
In through the nose,
Out through the mouth,
In through the nose,
Out through the mouth,
A continuous stream of air filling my lungs,
There burning now,
The buzzing of other peoples chat,
But I am different,
I am an outcast,
Flung to the side,
Rung out so I am left dry,
With no company,
To keep me happy,
I am a rag doll,
That used to be someone’s toy,
Now I have been torn and thrown away,
Nothing is left for me to live for,
I could die right now and nobody would notice,
The sun looks down on me as if I’m a nobody,
Who would want to be me?
But I had pride,
Pride of being me,
I ran and ran,
I ran like the wind,
And I crossed the finish line.
Adrenalin was pumping wildly through my working body like an oil pump, pumping rapidly as I ran. I knew I couldn’t go much longer. My legs were slowly but surely slowing to a stop. What could I do? Then I saw lorry exiting a big building. I knew exactly what to do. After a few long strides I leapt and caught onto smoothing sticking out of the lorry. It was a thick, metal pipe. Whilst climbing up I took a look behind me. He was gone. Then I looked down with worry. He was just a few centimetres below me…
It followed my every step. Chasing me. Hunting me. I ran like the wind through the forest with the obvious demon pulling my soul away memory by memory. I heard it growl and scamper behind me, then it stopped I looked around but saw nothing. Then that cold, bony hand slithered up my back and grabbed my collar. I tore off my shirt and again ran like the wind. At that very moment, time stopped. The trees closed in and whispered to me. I turned round and looked death in the eye. My time had come. Then it blew up.
Abnormal breathing.
Pacing.
Fear.
All together at the back of my head, I didn’t know what I was doing at the time but over a few weeks it became clearer to me. For mine and your protection it’s best not to say my name. It all happened on the… oh wait can’t tell where or when it happened (sorry!).
A number of people were chasing after me but thankfully I was running like the wind. I couldn’t look back at all in case they come closer. I knew the code that they were looking for because my father passed it down to me. When I finished running, I didn’t know where they were but I was at home, safe, but how…?
Movement is life
The speed of the run
The pace of the race
The length of the jog
The peace of the walk
Movement is life
The clouds before the storm
The night before the dawn
The sun before the moon
The lightning before the thunder
Movement is life
The crawl to the walk
The mumble to the talk
The milk to the meal
The boy to the man
Movement is life
The stream to the lake
The right path to take
The hill to the mountain
The cliff to the Grand Canyon
Movement is life, so keep on moving.
The small, nimble gazelle ran nearly as fast as its heart, dodging, diving and weaving, trying to shake off its ferocious pursuer in vain, as the sleek, unstoppable cheetah gradually closed the thin space between him and his target. Muscles rippled effortlessly, easily trebling the young gazelle’s speed, but in a race of agility, it was out-contended. Nevertheless, as the forest became thicker, there were fewer and fewer places to dodge to. The small creature was done for. Having now calculated the gazelle’s waving algorithm, the deathly cheetah leapt to one side and the gazelle fell into the waiting claws of the ruthless enemy. Yet the world still revolved, and nature still continued its unpredictable balancing act.