Novel & Cerita The Little Engine That Couldn't

She holds my hand and points out all the red apples in the leaves. "Omg get that big one!" She says as she points to one way above what I can reach. "Baby there's no way I can reach that," I say with a small laugh and she looks at it determined. "Let me get on your shoulders and I'll get it then," she smiles and I put the basket down so she can get up.

her assistant said, crying. At this point, the makeup artist lost it and said, "What do you think of yourself, Barbie, or whatever your name is? You're not even a star yet, and you will most likely never be one. You're just a third-grade singer, struggling to get noticed by everyone. There's nothing special about you, and yet, you're so full of yourself." "Get out of this room!" Barbie yelled. "Get lost right now!" "I'm leaving," the makeup artist said and angrily left with her box.

In record time too because a few minutes later, my limo had to stop due to some trees that had fallen on the road. I’d come out, expecting the attack and it was only because of that I’d been able to catch the bomb midair and fling it far in the air so it hurt no one. Then I’d caught the rag tag team responsibly, killed the goons and captured what had looked like their leader. From his snivelling and lack of any real information, I could tell he himself was just a henchman. I walked to the table nearby, spritzing some sanitizer on my hands to get rid of his filthy DNA.

Rosina made it outside, her hands shaking as she rushed to her car. She needed to drive as fast as possible to get home. Clara had already left in her own car.She started the engine, but it jerked, sputtered… and died. Her heart jumped as she tried again. The engine roared for a second then shut off.

WENDY'S POV The engine of my 2008 hatchback, affectionately nicknamed The Buggy because it was small, round, and currently infested with a strange rattling sound, coughed one last time before dying. I sat there in the driver's seat, gripping the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white.

It's important to save my life, hurry up and get out. I cleared my throat and was about to shout, when suddenly the outside started talking. "Burn faster, the fire is so small, when the water can boil!" "I don't know why, I just can't make the fire bigger." "You turn on the blower!" "Okay!" There was a sudden rumbling sound outside, by which time I had shouted out, yet my voice was completely drowned out. "I'm not a rat! I'm in there!" "Boom boom boom boom boom-"

"Mother, I saw something odd today while passing behind the pack house," the little girl mused, dazedly looking at the spinning fan above her head. The butt of her black pencil rested on her lips. Her mother stopped what she was doing and looked at her. She knew all too well how curious her little smart girl was. Anything she saw that she didn't understand, she made it her life mission to find out what it meant.

I don’t want to die by being eaten! A little later, exactly what I feared happened. It suddenly stopped and wouldn't start again. It was a full tank, and I even had extra gasoline just in case I ran out. I cursed and grabbed my flashlight, then went outside to check the engine. I opened the hood and shone the light on it. What am I looking for anyway? I don’t even know how to fix a car! It would have been better if it were a flat tire because I know how to change a wheel! But the engine?! I kicked the tire of my car, and even if I threw a tantrum, it wouldn’t fix anything!

"Why the 'Deep-Winter' and the 'Soot-Pits'? Why make the 'Engine' so hard to 'Oil'?" "Because a 'Perfect-Engine' produces nothing but 'Quiet'," the Smith replied, handing Audrey a small, "Unfinished-Star." "A universe without 'Resistance' is a universe without 'Consciousness.' I created the 'First-Engine,' but I couldn't create the 'Will' to keep it turning. I needed a species that would learn to 'Love the Wrench' as much as the 'Result.' I needed you to become the 'Soul-Oil' because the universe cannot 'Feel' itself unless it 'Hurts' a little."

Their laughter faded as they walked away, ending with a door slam. The stairwell fell back into dead silence. I crouched in the dark corner, grinding my teeth so hard they hurt. I thought of how I had toasted clients across all those nights just to secure that 10,000 dollars, only to end up in an ambulance with a bleeding stomach. I thought of my parents’ guilty, humble expressions in front of those fake bottles of liquor. A wave of even more violent hatred surged through me.