Speedwriter Novels & Stories

Aspen says giving direction to me and which I follow smoothly enjoying the drive. "There is no crossing on this road for the next thirty miles, so let's enjoy it. Press down the accelerator." Aspen motivates me, and I press down, and within seconds, we are flying down the road at two hundred miles her hour. Aspen opens the windows, and we are welcomed by the chilling wind which blows my hair all over. I have always dreamed of driving at a fast speed with the windows down. Now Aspen has made that come true for me.

Logan felt that the driver was driving too slowly. "This is the speed limit, kid. It's 35 kilometers per hour. You shouldn't be in such a hurry. It's not good for your body. You'll reach your destination in 40 minutes. By the way, how much are you making per month as a security guard at Swalesbury University? The driver was practicing the good custom of taxi drivers in the capital. He was very talkative. Logan would have entertained him and engaged in small talk if this had been any other time. However, Zane's life was on the line right now. Logan would not dare take any chances.

He raced across the waves, his feet pounding the water, leaving a frothy trail as straight as an arrow. Alexander! Inner power surged from within him, propelling him over the waves like a dart through the sky. Each of his strides covered an incredible two hundred meters, with at least five steps every second. That was the sheer terror of covering a kilometer in a blink! A kilometer in a second, nearly tripling the speed of sound! Alexander was pushing the boundaries of human speed, a velocity reserved for the most formidable Lords of War. More daunting still, he was not just racing in a straight line, he was weaving and dodging at breakneck speeds to evade a relentless barrage of artillery f

I said as I saw them gaining on us once more. My car gracefully turned the corner, barely avoiding a pedestrian who was crossing the road. I recognized them as the Outfit Bastards. Without a moment's hesitation, I accelerated down the busy downtown streets, zigzagging through the traffic. They chased me relentlessly, but I was confident in my driving skills. Newspaper boxes were crushed underneath my wheels, and pedestrians had to quickly move out of my way. But nothing could stop me, and I continued to speed ahead, leaving them behind in my dust.

Rex muttered, “Why the hell would it take that long?” Candice’s stomach tightened at his tone. “Rex, drive slow. Don’t you dare race!” Rex: “Candice, last time you said faster. Now you want slower. You’re so fickle.” Candice: “…If you drive too fast, everyone will get carsick!” At that moment, Sophia cut in. “Oh, no, not me. Big sister Sophia loves high-speed racing. Driving slow is what’s annoying.” Candice and Rex: …You better be talking about driving.

If she were any faster, she could parasail across the swamp. The sky’s so dark it blots out the moon and every star. It’s going to be a whale of a storm whenever it hits. The wind howls as I power along the driveway, but it matches my angry mood. Once I hit the paved road, I speed along at about one-twenty. Cars and trucks move out of my way as if they can feel my rage.

She reads aloud, “We get to lead the way, and they will attempt to keep up with us the rest of the way.” “You should slow a little so they can keep up,” Jackson states. I reluctantly slow and reset the cruise control to eight miles over the speed limit. “It will not kill you,” Jackson teases. “You’re still speeding.” I can’t help it; I enjoy driving fast. It’s not for an adrenaline rush, as much as it is a stress reliever. Slow traffic causes me to become stiff and uptight. I detest it. Fast flowing traffic and speed free me. It’s a release. Yes, eight miles per hour over the speed limit is speeding. It’s slower than my usual highway speed, but I can handle it.

The Speed Zombie sprinted across fifty yards of asphalt in less than two seconds, its backward-bent legs blurring as its clawed feet tore up chunks of asphalt with every stride! "Holy speeding ticket!" I gasped, my jaw dropping behind my goggles. "That thing is doing sixty miles an hour on foot!" The creature stopped on top of a fire hydrant, its head twitching violently in three-hundred-and-sixty-degree jerks as its milky white eyes scanned the street. It sniffed the air, its needle-like teeth clicking together with a terrifying SNAP-SNAP-SNAP. "Okay," I whispered, pulling my head back behind the mailbox, my heart pounding against my ribs. "That is definitely not 'Best Dad.' That is a night

Fast and deliberate. Miley’s heart slammed against her ribs. “Drive faster.” The driver pressed harder on the accelerator. The sedan matched instantly. Fear exploded inside her. “Faster!” Rain began hitting the windshield harder now, blurring the city lights into streaks of gold and white. The sedan moved suddenly. Pulling beside them. Miley barely had time to inhale before another black vehicle appeared ahead Blocking the road completely. Their driver slammed the brakes. The tires screeched violently. Miley lurched forward with a gasp.

Talia mumbled, “Are you serious? You’re a man, but you don’t have a driving license?” Kayson said helplessly, “I came from a small village. We don’t use cars over there. Besides, if I’m really pressed for time, I can even run faster than a car.” Talia was rendered speechless. “Oh please, stop bragging. Do you know how fast a car can go on a highway? 74.56 MPH! If you can run faster than a car, then you aren’t a human anymore.” Kayson thought for a moment and said in a serious manner, “I can’t keep it up for a long time, but if it’s just for a short amount of time, I can run even faster than that.”