Chainsaw Starts Then Dies Immediately Novels & Stories

I even opened my windows to catch the fresh breeze of the morning air. I was halfway there when the car gave a weird jolt. I frowned and tapped the gas, but nothing. “Uhh…what now?” Another jolt. Then the engine sputtered like it was choking. And then — silence. “Seriously?” I muttered, hitting the steering wheel lightly. I tried the ignition again. It coughed, clicked, then died. “Great, just another one of my bad days.”

"We have company." "Almost there," Julian grunted. The guard started walking toward us. He put a hand on his belt. "Sir? Step out of the vehicle!" the guard shouted. "Julian!" Julian touched the two bare wires together. Sparks flew. The engine cranked, sputtered, and died. "Damn it," Julian cursed. The guard was running now. "Try it again!" I yelled. Julian twisted the wires together again. Vroom. The old V6 engine roared to life. A cloud of blue smoke puffed from the exhaust.

The sun was setting fast and the streetlights in this area looked like they hadn't worked in years. Maya climbed off her bike and crouched down to check the engine. Please be something simple she thought as she pulled out her phone for the flashlight. The battery showed fifteen percent. Of course it did because why would anything go right today. She popped open the side panel and immediately smelled burning oil. Not good but not the worst thing either. She touched the starter and jerked her hand back from the heat. Definitely the starter then. She had a spare at home but that didn't help her now.

Dominic’s eyes never left mine. Sage stepped in before the silence could thicken again. “I ran the diagnostics while Dante checked under the hood,” she said, voice steady even though I could see her fingers tightening around her notebook. “Low-grade misfire. Could’ve been bad fuel from the last fill-up, or maybe debris in the line. We didn’t want to push our luck. Ten minutes, tops. Then we were moving again.” Dominic studied us both. First Sage. Then me. The clock on the wall ticked once. Twice.

I gripped the steering wheel tighter. I was sure of my feelings now. Circumstances didn’t matter anymore. I had weighed everything. If she said yes— No. When she said yes. A small chuckle left me. Then— The engine jerked. I frowned. The dashboard flickered. No. That’s impossible. The car shuddered again. Then died. Silence. “What?” I tried the ignition. Nothing. I stepped out immediately, heart already shifting gears. Something was wrong. Not random wrong.

Shane fiddled with the car for a few minutes, and I obediently cranked the engine when he asked, notwithstanding the first time he’d caught me unawares when he’d called out to me. Glancing at the time, I wasn’t worried about being late to pick up Isla yet, but I wasn’t sure how much longer this was going to take Shane, even if I wasn’t quite sure of what he was checking. I was debating poking my head out to ask him, but I didn’t have to in the end. He came meandering back to my side, the metal of the car door the only thing separating us, as he leaned down to meet my eyes, saying, “It looks like your alternator is going bad. Have you been having any issues starting it?”

Then… THUD. The vehicle jerked. “What the—?” Marcus muttered, gripping the wheel. Another sound… metal scraping, then a sharp crack. The vehicle dropped on one side. Dane cursed. “Tire’s blown.” Marcus swore under his breath. “That wasn’t a blowout. Something hit us.” And before he could finish, the engine coughed… Sputtered. Died. The lights flickered out. We rolled to a dead stop. My pulse shot up. This was exactly like my dream.

"Careful—step in slowly." As soon as we were both inside, I crouched and reached for the ignition cord, fingers fumbling to get it started. The small outboard motor coughed and sputtered. It wouldn't start. Behind us, gunshots exploded. They were shooting at the door. "Please, please," I begged the motor, yanking the cord again. It sputtered once more. Another shot rang out. Jasmine screamed.

While the rest of the council was panicking over dead guards and old women's prophecies, he was quietly positioning his own bloodline for the throne. Suddenly, the smooth ride turned violently rough. Grinding to a sudden halt, the sedan shuddered aggressively. The engine let out a loud, pathetic coughing sound before dying completely. The headlights flickered once and then died, plunging the car into absolute darkness. "What the hell was that?" Thorne barked, grabbing the back of the driver's seat to steady himself. "I am not sure, sir," Jenkins replied, his voice tight. He turned the ignition key, but the engine just clicked rapidly. "It feels like the alternator just gave out. Or the batte

The engine died with a pathetic sputtering sound, and the dashboard lights blinked out to leave us in absolute blackness. I turned the rusted key backward and twisted it forward again in a desperate attempt to restart the dead vehicle. The ignition clicked a few times without catching, and the sickening smell of burnt oil flooded through the air vents. I twisted the key a third time, praying the engine would catch, but the dead battery only offered a sad click. My patience finally snapped, and the feral instincts of my inner wolf demanded a target to destroy.