Runaways: A Fictional Narrative

“Maybe Darry dropped it or something. I bet he’s fine,” Soda reasoned. It seemed like he was trying to convince itself everything was fine. I turned the blade so that the stain was showing. Soda started to gasp but stopped himself. “We better find the rest of the gang and make sure they’re okay.”

Smith waiting frantically, “Gosh Isiah you scared me, you’re lucky I covered for you guys”

The next morning when Allie went onto the deck, she was surprised to see Charleston spread out along the docks. She immediately went in search of Thomas. She found him coming out of the galley carrying a tray.

" I-I... I can't believe no one went this way!" Protested the quaking Clavein, pulling on his ears in pure annoyance. He ran right into Cole's escape route and made his way back to his room. It seem like the others just stayed near the library, for what reason!? " N-not everyone is a fighter... T-they could be h-hurt in there." A bit of dust flew into Clavein's clattering mouth, causing him to cough loudly. He let's go of his now sore ears, placing his face straight on the ground. Though he is speaking on the inside, Clavein's grumbling against the soot covered floor. " Worst part is I left everyone. I'm the only one who ran! T-that makes me a bigger wimp than Kiel...A BIGGER WIMP THAN KIEL DAMN IT!" Clavein reaches out from underneath the bed, crawling his way out. The heat of the hotel has gone down a few degrees so Clavein is supposing they have solved the problem. " Okay, I-I'm done with this shit... I'm gonna have to help..." Clavein shakes like a dog as he starts to make his way outside. " Maybe i-if I get the hose and the latter I can cool things down!"

Quietly, they walked towards the sound. They came up on an old hollowed out tree, peeked in the hole and there was Brodie. Curled up and crying.

It’s official. I am Screwed. Anna periodically handed Norman her cell phone whenever too many girls was gaining his attention. It wasn’t the ones who tried to speak with him in passing or with as little attention to themselves and what they were doing. What had caused Anna to use her speed dial button on turbo were the ones who openly, proudly, and loudly wanted to get Normans attention and or an agreement to out out on a date, as friends of course. No one wanted to be responsible for him becoming happily single. Norman no longer batted an eye when Anna passed him her cell phone.

Amy, looking at Billy, whispered, “He looks so pale and sick.” She paused then continued, “Ugh I hope he doesn't… you know.”

Four years ago I met a girl! That is what a teenage guy is supposed to do, right? Kelly (not her real name) and I have been friends for several years now, and I am proud of the relationship we have built. However, when I first met her, she was not in high school. Her mother had taken her out of high school for a year, because she was being severely bullied by other girls at school. When Kelly first shared her bullying experience with me I felt her pain deeply. I told her that I had been bullied too, when I was ten-years-old. Though Kelly never divulged to me the actual details of her experience, I was nonetheless willing to try and help her by sharing what I went through. I relived for her, my days in fifth grade, as I waited in line for recess. Two of my classmates made it their daily ritual to pull my hoodie off as proof that they could do whatever they wanted to me. Their intimidation tactics were regularly followed up with promises of things they might do to me once we reached the playground. Unobservable by teachers and staff at that point, I believed them.

The ‘Fugitive Days’ is vaguely based on certain key events that occurred in the life of the weathermen or the members of international terrorist organisation called Weather underground Organisation. These events are described very subtly without actually naming certain people or acknowledging events. The summary explains most terrorist activities of the WUO in a manner such that it does not sound completely real. Also, he talks about all the charges that were dropped against him due to the unethical manners of the government. Along with his radicalisation and terrorist acts, some minority of the content also comprises of Bill Ayers childhood life. Also the author portrays the outrage against the Vietnam War at the killing of many vietnamese

He started to get itchy. He looked down at his arms and their wasn't a spot of skin on him. It was all red from bites. Rainsford started to talk to himself to reassure him he could do this. He almost screamed out but then he heard footsteps.

It happened so quickly my heart was pounding not knowing whether to run away from everything or be trapped in a life full of lies. At the age of 12 I had this feeling that I wanted to leave my house where I have lived for so long. Living at my house was a struggle so I now live at my aunt and uncle's house where I continue my life.

She’s only 7 years old, unaware but frightened. It’s a challenging time for being a Syrian. Fleeing her home because of the war.

The filtered moon light shines down on the group of teenagers crouched behind a bundle of bushes in the middle of Turtle Creek forest. They stared warily at the dilapidated shack standing just so many feet in front of them. All was silent except for the slight swaying of the leaves that moved in the brisk spring breeze.

Let’s set the scene it is late August, August 17th to be exact. That is when it happened but what really started was one year to that day. There some questions running around your mind like what is he talking about?

so, i’ve always loved playing characters that have more to them than what’s immediately perceptible, who have a bit underneath the surface that you still need to dig up and uncover, and i definitely got that impression from the little runaway blurb. my favorite character of mine, of all time, is actually extremely similar to the wanderer label, and he’s got so much depth to him that i’m honestly shocked, to this day, that he was borne from a twitter roleplay. he’s an adventure-seeker at heart, which drives a lot of his desire to run from pretty much anything and anyone, but there’s just... so much more there when you dig a little deeper. there’s an innate desire to find himself, to find happiness, and his entire arc within that roleplay was pretty much him realizing that his perfect place of eternal joy wasn’t just sitting around waiting for him out there—he had to make it for himself. so, needless to say, i love playing characters with lots of layers and depth and different motivations, and when i get really into a character, i dig my nails in and never let go!!