La Carrera De La Rata Novels & Stories

Heavy bolts at top and bottom partner a drop-bar in the centre. From the dark hollow at the end of the corridor comes the sound of laughter and cursing; crude language; the kind that cheapens speaker and listener. But it comes no closer. Mitch tries to suck a little saliva into her mouth, swallowing against a tight throat. Something skitters by her, and she startles, pushing a fist to her mouth to suppress the shriek. Eyes darting, she follows the movement, but the rat isn't interested in her. It goes about its business, vanishing into a crevice in worm-infested floorboards while Mitch, panting, stares at the doors.

The rats are not attacking. They're fleeing... Christ... The rushing sound grows louder, growling through the air, then thundering... As realisation dawns, I drop to the ground again, rats scattering one side and the other, speeding past me, dashing forward and away, getting the hell out... The sinking ship... Dodging rodents, sidestepping between one and another, I snatch up my pitiful 'rope'. Looping it around myself: my waist, my arms, my chest... Clambering back onto the seat of the chair, I snatch onto the grating of my water supply... listening...

I assumed. “This way.” He turned and ran off down one of the tunnels. Not wanting to lose him, I ran after him. Not wanting me to be burden-free, Marv ran after me. At first, we were just running down empty tunnels. There was no sign of the rats, no sound, no lights. Within a few minutes, though, we heard the familiar chittering. “Ho, dirty rats!” shouted Schneed. “We come for your women!” He hollered and whooped and then ran away in a mad scramble.

The night becomes an ally, as their sharp eyesight adapts to the dimly lit track, allowing them to thread through the tightest of gaps. As the laps tick by, the race becomes a battle of endurance and mental fortitude. Fatigue tugs at the drivers' concentration, but their determination remains unyielding. They push through the physical and mental strain, drawing upon their love for the sport and the desire to emerge victorious. In the final stretch, the competition reaches its climax. The three competitors engage in a neck-and-neck battle, their cars weaving and swerving in a thrilling display of skill and tenacity.

Anda whispered to him running to the track. " I heard you've been playing royalty lately..don't they lock you in a cage or something?"one of the racers asked. " What's that?I hear fear...let's race Gutsy and stop trying to get into each other's nerves.. goodluck,you're gonna need it"Anda smiled and pulled on her helmet getting on her motorcycle. " The rules still remain..do not tackle your opponent is..stay in lane and ...win"Baron said. " Okay babes..are you ready to get yourselves some real cash .on your marks..get ready"A beautiful girl in bikini raised the gun above her head and shot.

And now I was supposed to hope that this one would be different. I sighed and leaned back against the edge of the tub. The thought of leaving the bath and facing the world made my chest tighten. “El! I left your coffee on the counter. You better hurry, or you’ll miss your chance!” Anna’s cheerful voice floated from the door. I groaned, letting the warmth soak me a little longer. “I don’t know if I can, Anna… I’ve tried so many times. I’m tired of failing.” She pushed the door, towel over her shoulder. “Elara, listen. You’ve made it to the final stage for a reason. You haven't made it this far in a while which means they think you are qualified.

she answers I reach for a piece of bread from the bag and bite into it. “Want some?” I gesture to the two and pass the bag to them. “What's his problem anyway?” i ask with my mouth full “Yohan’s just an egoistic jerk” Mateo answers “Hey!” Yoda yells “I agree” I chip in, peeking at Yoda. Mateo burst into laughter again “We’re not far from our destination. Speed up to close the distance” Yoda says before galloping off to meet Yohan “They lost their parents when Anorems invaded our lands.” Mateo explains

I don’t want to dirt his bed. "There's nothing like this in our village. I'm just used to street games," I said while looking at the words 'Game over' on the screen of his big television. "Street games, huh?" That seemed new to him. I turned to Luxious. "Street games like: chasing, hide-and-seek, heaven and hell, and more. It's fun especially when you have a lot of friends." Luxious went silent. "Why?" I was nervous at the expression on his face.

Silence prevailed inside the house as Tiarra left. No one wants to talk among the remaining three– Ricardo, Selya and Renjo. Selya scratched her head as if it suddenly hurt because of the discussion between Tiarra and his father. While Tiarra's friend, Renjo was left speechless staring at the door where his friend exited.

I smirk hiding behind the dense shrubs. "What's going inside your head, cousin?" Brandon follows me and aim his gun on the road. "Patience bears the sweetest fruit, cousins. You must learn the rules of being a successful mafia by keeping the ultimate move of your plan a secret and unfold it at the time of execution otherwise betrayal is your guest and you'll be doomed in no time." I advise them. "You won't tell us, will you?" Rochelle narrows her eyes in annoyance. "Just wait and watch, Roch." I smirk at her and again dart my focus on the road as the convoy come in the view of my binoculars.