Fast Past Novels & Stories

*Whoosh* Blistering Cheetah’s blurry figure dashed past Frowning Tiger’s. Even though Frowning Tiger had a head start, in front of a speed freak like Blistering Cheetah, this head start was nothing. The other Cheetahs soon whizzed past Frowning Tiger as well. The last figure to get past Frowning Tiger was a Mongoose. His speed wasn’t breathtaking like the Cheetahs, but he was still faster than Frowning Tiger and most of the other Predators. The four speedsters had determined expressions on their faces as they rushed to meet the incoming horde.

Dietrick “There are around forty of us left.” The vamp standing in front of my desk spoke. “So make more.” I seethed. I was angry that the fae and wolves had managed to deplete my numbers so much. “Sir, I don’t think you understand. It’s not that simple. New vamps are uncontrollable. They only think about the next feed.” “JUST DO IT!” I yelled, slamming my fists into my desk, breaking it. “Turn entire towns if you have to, just build our numbers!”

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This century was known for quick decisions and a lack of patience. Would a little speed kill them? It irritated him, which was ironic considering most would count him among one of the eldest ones present. At three hundred and forty-two, he'd long left the days of his youth and humanity behind. But it didn't mean he'd gotten old, or caught in his ways. On the contrary, Thaddeus liked to think he kept up with the times.

"Lasagna." Kor grabbed two metallic blue plates from the cupboard and said, "Meal request. Earth lasagna for two." A slot slid open in the backsplash that bordered the counter, and Kor slid the two plates in. The slot shut, only to reopen almost immediately with a ping. Kor pulled out the plates, now steaming with-and here Diana blinked-what looked like lasagna. "What is that, like, the world's fastest food delivery ever?" she asked in disbelief. "No, just the most current food synthesizer."

"How can it be the same? For your information, today, the chairman was taking good care of Angel that he wanted to build a gigantic playground which the project had started since this morning, and part of it had been completed. This is indeed god-like speed. Not just that, he even ordered food from Food Hall. Have you heard about the Food Hall? It's a franchise which you need to place your order one month earlier. Yet, they sent a chopper to deliver lunch over. Everyone in the company was so envious, all stood drooling at one corner…" Louise rapped in joy without a break in between.

This explains it to me. I just shook my head. "Your brain is fat too, isn't it? You've gone through insecurity." I looked at the counter. "Haist, it's time for the order," I complain. That's why I don't like expensive restaurants because you can eat for a long time. Because it is still cooking, it will take another thirty minutes. Unlike fast food, it's fast and delicious. It's just not healthy. He suddenly waved to a waiter and immediately came over. "Make our order quickly. My date is starving." This order and the waiter immediately obeyed the counter.

Peter: Pizza—what kind? I typed back quickly: Running late. Hawaiian. Always Hawaiian.

(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.