Quote by Lance Weller

“Then starting home, he walked toward the trees, and under them, leaving behind him the big sky, the whisper of wind voices in the…

— Truman Capote

“He came to repeatedly and began again. No one knows how many times. A bloody trail revealed his convoluted path. He started less than…

— Dave Cullen

“The wind was just above them. It seemed to skim the tops of the surrounding dunes, bending the grass. But here the sun on…

— Alice McDermott

“She saw it. There was the faintest trail through the woods. The grass and bushes”

— Grace Hamilton

“I didn't hear the footsteps. Or see the shadow. Instead from where I was crouched on the ground, the green of the grass filling…

— Sarah Dessen

“His pursuer was closing in. Audible footsteps sent frantic signals down his spine to his feet by way of his bowels. The call was…

— Tony McGuin

“Out of a still, clear day, the wind suddenly picked up. It bowed the grass in his direction, unaccountably lifting his spirits and making…

— Nancy Pickard

“After what felt like an eternity, he turned slowly. Pain etched his face. For a heartbreaking moment, I thought I was too late. But…

— Jessica Hawkins

“He picked up a handful of grass and squeezed it in his fingers, letting the blades fall back to the ground, two or three…

— Thomas Tessier

“His eyes settled due west and gazed through the silhouetted, leaf-bare branches to the now-black rolling hills of the mountains he called home. The…

— Teresa Tysinger

“He gazed into the darkness at the flickering shadows. Above the tops of the trees on the opposite side of the river, he could…

— Catherine Anderson

“. I felt the sun graze my face as I sped further and further from it all. The only negative part about running was…

— Courtney Giardina