The Little Engine That Couldn't Novels & Stories

The van reeked of mildew, oil, and desperation. A grinding whine came from the engine compartment. Silence. Another whine. Then, a cough, a splutter, and finally, a ragged, protesting roar as the old engine shuddered to life. Harlan slammed the hood down, rain plastering his hair to his skull. **<< Go! Go! Go! >>**

Nio’s story Nio was a spirited boy. Growing up in the countryside he had a whole world to explore and experience. Like any curious boy, he often got himself in trouble. When he was four, he couldn’t understand why chickens from their coop don’t fly. All the birds were flying. He tried to help them by throwing the smaller ones into the air, but to no avail. In his little brain, he concluded that they needed more room for take-off. One early morning he snuck out of the house and opened the chicken coop door. The chickens stayed inside. Nio pushed them into the garden and then to the nearest meadow. It was a slow and time-consuming task, but the boy persisted.

He pointed down out of the window "This road we travel on, what stone is it made of!?" The girl giggled "It's called tarmac" "Ah, tar mac, and the bus! Is it rally made of steel!?" He asked and knocked the side, it sounded hollow, and didn't feel like steel. "No, it's made of a group of things, steel, aluminium, plastic, fabric" "What is your name maiden?" He asked quickly. "Lia" "My name is Ray, do you know how a combustion engine works?" She blinked "That, thing... I'm a girl, we don't really bother with things like that much, you should ask a man for that"

I was about to give up on myself when a thought struck me. If I could get Mr Richard out of my way then maybe I wouldn’t have to prove myself to anybody. Maybe if Richard was out of my way,out of the school and out of my class then Maybe Stacy wouldn’t have a problem with me getting better grades without thinking I had to sell something to get it . I braced myself,wiped my tears and waited impatiently for Monday morning. *****

find out about this else I'll be punished. I tried lifting myself up.again ,but I just couldn't. And like flash, someone sped past me ,my heart leaped a bit " who's there ?" I asked with my shaky tiny voice . And again, he sped past me " I said who's there"I asked this time I was able to lift myself up ,but I fell down as my shaky legs disappointed me . Tears had started rolling down my eyes.

"Something’s happened to Austin. He’s in trouble. Meet me at the usual place. Now." Without waiting for a response, he jumped into his car, his hands trembling as he started the engine. He floored the accelerator, his car roaring down the streets. The night air was cold and sharp, the streetlights blurring past him. His mind raced, filled with worst-case scenarios and desperate hopes that Austin would be okay.

I say trying to kick my foot, but this car was massive and I couldn't reach the back of their seats, although I tried. "Is that a no for ice cream?" Daddy asks in a final voice, but I can't say no to ice cream, with a big pout on my face, I nod to the ice cream. "He can't hear nods, not while driving," Papa warns me. "I said yes," I say still pouting. "Drop the pout please," daddy warns.

And the song? “The first day I got me a fuel pump And the next day I got me an engine and a trunk Then I got me a transmission and all of the chrome The little things I could get in my big lunchbox Like nuts, an' bolts, and all four shocks But the big stuff we snuck out in my buddy's mobile home.” No song got on Manik's nerves more than this one. He shook his head and grabbed the remote. The music was switched off instantly by him. Nandini looked around at what caused the music to stop.

"I саn't bаbу, I'm grіllіng. Brіаn, hеlр уоur sister out." "Dаd, I don't know thе first thіng аbоut thаt pump. I'll brеаk іt. You do rеmеmbеr thаt I'm gооd wіth аnіmаlѕ, nоt mасhіnеѕ, right? Rеmеmbеr thе Chеvу?"

It was a gift. The next few hours were a lesson in profound humility. Jeff, the brilliant engineer who could jury-rig a quantum drive, struggled to create a sustainable spark by rubbing two sticks together. I, a product of the most advanced bio-sculpting, couldn’t identify which of the vibrant, colorful fungi were edible. We were infants in this new world.