Fast Past Novels & Stories

I told her. "What's going on, I thought you packed lunch?" She asked me. "I did pack lunch and I'll tell you later just get me the food as quickly as possible!" I said getting irritated. "Calm your tities woman!" Sally said, giving me her signature 'I- know you're hiding something but I trust you' look. I gave her a quick smile and she ordered the food. In two minutes, I was out of the restaurant and in the car. I drove like a fucking maniac on the set of fast and furious, miraculously, I got to the very familiar silver building in 10 minutes and dare I add, in one piece.

Caleb pulled his uncle to the side where the toys were displayed. Bea smiled before he looked at Callum. “Don’t you want to check what you would like to eat first?” “Don’t they have a menu here?” Callum asked. Bea looked at the screens above the cashiers. “That’s the menu. This is a fast-food so we should not expect the same service as a high-class restaurant would give, okay?” Callum sighed and walked closer to the cashier to see what they have on those screens. The two went back so Bea asked them to stand in line in her stead so that she can choose what to order.

*Caroline* On Sunday, I’m ready to eat my arm off by the time I pull into the parking lot of Piggly Wiggly. It’s the night before classes start back and I’m stocking up. After grabbing several packs of SlimFast, I find myself standing in front of the pasta aisle, salivating over an image of Ma’s ravioli in my head. Who am I kidding? Dear Diet, you’re boring and tasteless. Instead of losing weight, I’m going to look into those stretching machines and see if I can just get taller.

I worried at first about Esteban driving and linking, but he told me now that the silver’s gone, it’s like having a phone call—just quieter. We stop at a restaurant where you drive up to a sign with a squawking box, talk to someone you can’t see, and then pull forward to get your food from a window. The place has a huge yellow “M” on the front. “I don’t understand how they made this food so fast!” I say, carefully unwrapping my burger and lifting the top bun. “It would take at least twenty minutes to make this in the coven kitchens, and that’s if you got one of the fast cooks on grill duty.”

That night, I bled out and died. Haunted by the agony of my previous life, I pushed down the fury and put on a grin. "Janet, go ahead and cook your signature dish! That'll up your chances to be the rich dude's wife." Our mother, Fiona Walker, seemed unsure. "I've heard that Indoria folks don't do beef. Christina, you're the brainy one in the family, what's your take?" Before I could answer, Janet shot me a death glare. "Indoria's a beef-exporting powerhouse! There's no way they don't eat it. I saw a bunch of cows at the rich guy's place. They're definitely for chowing down! Don't bother Christina with that stuff. Remember, she's my rival now."

I quickly pulled out the black card to pay the fare, and we both stepped out of the vehicle, turning our bodies toward the entrance of the building. The place looked incredibly calm, cozy, and inviting from the outside. It wasn't too big, it wasn't too small, and it certainly wasn't too fancy or expensive-looking either. Right above the glass front doors, a bright, cheerful sign painted in bold letters read: **Rainbows Fast Foods**. The entire storefront was small and filled with a lovely mix of bright colors that made the place feel very warm. I peeked through the clear windows and noticed that there weren't many customers inside at all, just a couple of people sitting quietly in the far co

"Have you lost it? What are you doing?" I gently pushed his hands away and moved to the next ID. Then the next. 100 luxury deliveries in total. The delicacies span from wagyu steak, foie gras, and bluefin to tuna sashimi, each costing $500. Every order carried the same note: [Thank you for your hard work.] Riccardo's voice trembled. "She's gone mad." That night, KeyboardFury posted a smug update: a photo of the lavish lobster next to my note.

“Well let's go for dinner, I will have your friend over tomorrow” “Really?” She jumped up excitedly. “Yes Zander would come you would see” “I hope there are no peas and cucumbers in the food, I’m allergic to those,” She admitted lazily. I guess we have a lot in common. I was allergic to things as well.

Charlene and Renew settled onto a worn park bench, their next move weighing heavily on their minds. With a deep sigh, Charlene pulled out her lunch, stomach grumbling. Grandma had packed her favorite—turkey and cheese with mayo, sweet pickles, sliced tomatoes, a sprinkle of salt, pepper, oregano, and a drizzle of extra virgin olive oil on a soft roll. A classic Lay’s bag sat beside it. She grinned, popping a few chips into her sandwich for that perfect salty crunch.

What should I choose? Pac Man? Ping pong ping? Musical drums? Gunfights? Turbo? NBA Jam? I really am not good with all these games. Sure, I know how to play a couple of them but I ain't good at playing. "Can you please make it fast? Ugh, you are taking too long and it's making my feet hurt!" I took a glance at her by my side. Judging by how overreacting she acts and speaks, I know that she'll laugh at me for picking something so silly. So I should show her that I'm just as good as Neal.