Crazy Middles Novels & Stories

He had exaggerated a little… Him and Miguel had always done car racing since they were teenagers…on this same route… His memory was still intact so he was still able to navigate the street though he needed a little guidance… “Keep going….turn left!”Fabiola shrieked… “Go straight…straight….slowly!”Fabiola kept crying and howling especially when she saw Miguel almost catching up… She briefly imagined getting to kiss him and then she screamed. “What’s wrong?!”Lorenzo asked. “He’s almost catching up with you!” Lorenzo sped on as Fabiola announced they were almost at the finish line… As Lorenzo rode passed the line…he had an hard time coming to a halt…the tires slid on the ground and made a scree

He walk towards her direction but she didn't allow him. " Oh please! I don't want you near, go away! " She starts to cry. " Oh no, babe. Please don't cry. That's bad for you and the baby. " He is now worried. His wife acted crazily. This whole pregnancy thing made Candice a different person that sometimes he almost forgot that it was their baby's doing. He can't imagine how hard for her to carry their child in her tummy, experiencing this kind of mood swings. At the same time it affected him also. He didn't know what to do with her without hurting her feelings.

However, it was just a fleeting sentiment. I looked at the young man in front of me who had become unremarkable among the crowd, and suddenly remembered the summer of eight years ago. Seventeen-year-old Nash was lying on my bed, his eyes sparkling as he asked me, "Which university do you want to go to?" He said, "It doesn't matter; I'll always be there for you. Wendy, let's go to the Central Academy of Fine Arts together or study abroad." At that time, neither of us had expected that we wouldn't attend the Central Academy of Fine Arts, nor would we study abroad together. Those vivid aspirations we once wished for, just like a dream, shattered amidst the turbulent winds of our youth.

There was a room available, so I rented it. The innkeeper, Archie Duncan, was friendly. In the evening, while we sat around the fire, he entertained the guests with strange stories about Doom Canyon. Doom Canyon was also known as Ravenspire Canyon. The locals of Maranigan referred to it as the "Gateway of Reincarnation." But guides never dared take anyone inside. Archie asked, "Did you come alone?" I shook my head. "With my wife." "But I don't see her," Archie said, confused.

In an instant, every eye in the room turned toward me. Jasmine's expression turned completely cold. She walked up to me. Her voice carried a hint of disappointment. "Sebastian, are you really that desperate for money?"

Was that child already. Crazy?

This is just insane. **********

13 - Ruby Fridays — ۩ Racers, you have reached the final mission of your game - Midday Mile. This racetrack is full of danger and deception, with death awaiting at every turn. The Midday Mile racetrack awaits the final challenge for the eight racers competing for freedom. The racers have been provided identical high-performance racing cars for the ultimate test of speed and endurance. The track is one mile long and divided into six laps. Each lap contains different obstacles designed to slow and fail racers down to doom. If you wish to escape this arena of doom, you must cross the finish line first and claim the missing piece of the map that will show you the exit.

My hands begun shaking feverently and the mug fall from my hand crashing into the hard tiled floor. Damn it .

My entire crazy ass rollercoaster has just stopped. It's not where one would like to get off, it has stopped at the very top, a place I like to get stuck at, but it is waiting to drop all the way down below, maybe here down below is where a normal person will want get off, but I can't, it still needs to rise to another top, another top where I would like to get stuck at, it drops then it rises, drops and rises, again and again, a real crazy ass thrilling ride.