Fast Past Novels & Stories

(Later) (At a fast food restaurant) Paul: What'll you be having? Paris: Just some salad, Can't eat heavy fatty and high calorie foods, I'm watching my weight Paul: Nice, Well no pain no gain Paris: (smiles) Yeah Paul: Just order anything you like, I'm celebrating you for being a survivor Paris: It's God's doing, not mine. Paul: Praise the Lord (smiles) You like cake right? Paris: Yeah Paul: Good, Cause I ordered cake few hours before we came. (The waiter arrives with the cake and drops it on their table)

I said automatically. The truth was, I hadn’t had a proper meal since morning. With all the meetings, reports, now this mess with the attack, food hadn’t even crossed my mind until now. But the growl came again, louder, and I sighed. We were passing a fast-food joint, the kind with glowing red signs and people milling around under umbrellas. Burger Haven, it read in bright neon letters. “Actually,” I muttered, looking out the window, “maybe not.” “Pull over,” I told the driver.

Frankly, I've never understood why they changed the name of "The Feast" to the "Nutrition Center." Over seventy percent of the food here is high-fat, high-calorie "American fast food." Given we're in one of the most remote towns in America, finding diverse and multicultural chefs is even harder than getting truant students to attend class. Vegetarians even staged a public protest at school, leading to two chaotic weeks of everyone bringing their own lunches! Can't blame them, though—other options are either atrociously bad or might as well be diet pills.

"Still working on it. Turns out writing a novel while working at fast food isn't the productivity hack they advertise." "Well, when you're famous, I'll tell everyone you used to order vanilla lattes here," Prisha grinned, sliding the coffee across the counter. Casey arrived at Burger Blast with five minutes to spare, nodding to Tomas, who looked relieved to see her. "Thank god you're covering," he said, already untying his apron. "Saturday morning rush is about to start and we don’t have a moment to lose.” "No problem," Casey said, tying on her apron and checking that the register was properly stocked with receipt paper. "Mika feeling better?"

Asya said working with Jess is like playing. While Fathia enjoys her meal, Jess is still juggling her Frappuccino and low-sugar cookies that she likes. It doesn't take long for Fathia to finish her portion of food. Jess is quite surprised by how quickly her friend devours the meal. "Are you hungry?" she asks, voicing her curiosity.

“What are we supposed to do now?” Freddy grinned. “Follow my lead.” They joined a small crowd of other late-night bar goers—the only difference were they were in cars—slipping into the drive-thru lane on foot and advancing with the line as if they belonged there. Gemma lowered her voice. “Um, will they actually let us do this?” Freddy just winked. “We’re about to find out.” They walked up and stood at the glowing order speaker. Freddy leaned in, all confidence. “We’d like an order of fries and two chocolate shakes, please.”

“Don’t mind me, I like watching you eat more.” “Alright then. I won’t be adding anything else so you can place the order now.” Catherine grinned as she leaned against the sofa smugly. With a few taps on the screen, Stanley double checked the order before sending it out. True to its name, the fast-food was prepared quickly and the order arrived in no time. Catherine was pleased to see the feast before her. Hopping off her seat, she washed her hands quickly before she began digging in. Despite being in such a crowded public area, Catherine lacked any qualms about how messily she ate.

I wave goodbye to them as I rush out the door. Sighing with defeat, I pick up the pace, knowing that I will have to run the entirety of the way there to make it on time. I couldn't afford to be even a second late. The Macafee family had already disgraced the Ramono family once. We couldn't afford to have another incident happen. When I reach the packhouse, my entire body is covered with sweat and panting hard. I have to hold myself up with my palms against my knees as I try to catch my breath.

The Harlow residence blazed with lights as maids busied themselves preparing the venue for tomorrow. I was sitting in the study when lines of text suddenly appeared before my eyes, scrolling rapidly with a kind of manic excitement. [Is the protagonist blind? She doesn't want such a good man and insists on that piece of trash?] [Tonight is the finale! That vicious supporting male character, Drake Weston, needs to exit the story already.] [As long as Drake and the fake heiress sleep together and the media catches them, the protagonist won't be able to go through with this marriage!]

“Thanks, my sweet.” The two have just arrived at the designated rest stop for team south. After refilling the car with gas, it was now time for them to wait for Odell and Logan in their favorite fast food chain, Jollibee. Or wait, scratch that, every Filipino’s favorite fast food chain. “Be nice,” Felicity warns her friend lightly as soon as they sit down after ordering some food. Megan immediately knows what Felicity is talking about. All she could do is share a sarcastic smile and reply in the fakest sweet tone possible, “What EVER makes you say I’ll be anything but that?”