Typing Games Car Racing Novels & Stories

“What kind of game is it?” “It’s a racing game! You can design your own cars, give them custom paint jobs, and even buy extra parts to make them faster when you race with other people. This is the one I made.” He scrolls through the menus on the screen, displaying a very detailed racecar that has all the usual details that would appeal to a boy of ten. “Wow, that looks really cool,” I say, occasionally looking up at the ceiling. Am I imagining it, or did I just hear something scraping across the floor? “Your dad lets you have whatever you want, huh?”

"Think you can handle her?" "Guess we'll find out," I replied, sliding into the driver's seat. ### The Race As I lined up at the starting line, the familiar tension and excitement coursed through me. I glanced over at Mario, who gave me a thumbs-up from the sidelines. The other racers revved their engines, a symphony of power that echoed across the airstrip. The flag dropped, and we were off. The tires screeched against the pavement as I floored the accelerator, feeling the raw power of the engine propel the car forward. The world around me blurred as I focused on the track ahead, weaving through the competition with precision and speed.

It was less of a racing game and more of a heart-stopping death match. As the game began, Augustine's and Elijah's cars surged ahead, breaking through the pack. They violently crashed into the surrounding vehicles with deafening sounds. Augustine's car window already showed signs of cracking. He let out a bizarre cheer, as though savoring the thrill of the moment. Elijah's eyes were sharp with intensity. He couldn't afford a second of distraction. Elijah understood everything. Both he and Liesel were exceptionally smart. There weren't many people who would plan this against him at this precise moment and wait to see it unfold.

We stopped at a retro racing game, and he challenged me to a race. "I'm warning you, I'm really good at this game," he said, a playful glint in his eye. "We'll see about that," I replied, accepting the challenge. The race was intense, with both of us gripping the steering wheel and mashing the gas pedal. I was neck and neck with Tim for most of the race, but in the final stretch, I managed to pull ahead, crossing the finish line just a fraction of a second before him. "Yes!" I shouted, pumping my fist in the air. "I won!"

We rode in different cars to their mansion only because we would be going home after that, and I didn’t want to be too much of a disturbance to him. Jeremy rode in his Hyundai, and I rode in my Cadillac. Jeremy arrived before me only because I was a law-abiding citizen and would never go past the speed limit. He, on the other hand, was a beast on the highway. It was a miracle that I was still alive all through the time he had been driving me around. Jeremy had a thing for fast cars and was secretly enrolled in an underground car racing game.

When I’m dealing with Liam, I always have a trick, that’s the only way to win. As we raced, I could feel the adrenaline pumping. The room filled with sounds of roaring engines and the clatter of virtual cars racing around the track. I could see the finish line ahead, and I knew this was my chance. I needed to distract him just enough to swing the odds in my favour. I faked a cry of pain, clutching my stomach as if I was really in agony.

"Who are you and what have you done to our school nerd?" I rolled my eyes. "Just because I'm a nerd doesn't mean I don't have hobbies of my own. My brother and I usually have car races to settle arguments over stuff. He goes in his Toyota Camry and I go in my mom's Lexus RX." Tife had a look of disbelief as he glanced at me then back at the road. "I like cars okay." I said, shrugging. "I like cars and racing and numbers. Those three go hand in hand, so, I find interest in them."

Then he yanked the wheel, shifting the lanes and leading us out of the main road. I looked at him and smirked. “You're good.” A wicked grin appeared. “Yeah, my skills even got me into jail once.” When he saw curiosity written all over my face, he added, “Illegal car racing.” I studied him. “Was the race worth it at least?” His grin widened. “Sure it was worth it.” He winked at me. “I won.” I watched him as he stepped on the gas again, quickly leading us through the narrow streets between tall, far-less-than-luxurious blocks. I had met many skilled people working for Gunner over the years, but I still found Tae's abilities impressive.

All male eyes in the vicinity were on the blond to see if they could catch a glimpse of panty as she fell. "Oomph!" The breath whooshed out of her as she landed. "Bitch!" Riley looped an arm around Katie's neck and gave her a smacking kiss on the cheek as she continued racing her virtual McLaren against Roadkill's Lamborghini in Need for Speed. An eruption of sound went up around them as Riley beat him out. He won the first two races so she wasn't exactly on a winning streak. Still, she was pretty pleased with herself. She shouted and laughed, pointing at him as he took the ribbing with good humour.

I watch from Marco's apartment because I'm in Miami, not Singapore, which is twelve time zones away and therefore requires watching the race at eleven PM on a Sunday night in someone's living room while Marco eats leftover Pollo Tropical and provides commentary that is genuinely helpful about thirty percent of the time. "Why is he going wide there," Marco says, pointing at the screen. "He's not going wide, he's using the full track width on exit. It's legal and it's faster." "Looks wide." "You're looking at it wrong." "I played racing games for six years—" "Racing games," I say, "are not—" "Gran Turismo is extremely realistic—" "Gran Turismo is a video game, Marco, it's—" On the screen, the