Thomas The Unstoppable Tank Engine Novels & Stories

"Press it with the Relic! Right now! I forcefully struck the carving with the Relic. A barrier of silver flame rose from the water, and the river roared as the light exploded. Hissing, the shadows drew back. At the tree line, Thomas emerged, his body contorted, his bones breaking and reassembling. "You believe that a ward will prevent me?" He shouted as he stepped into the flame. Even as his complexion turned black, he continued to walk while staring at me. "You're going to burn." Maddy pushed me from behind. "Leap into the water!" "I can't abandon you—"

fear suddenly envelops the heart of Jimboy “it can’t be...”- Jimboy his eyes suddenly widen and all of his strength leaves its body “how...”- Jimboy The Tank(2) catches Jimboy. Using its enormous arms, it slowly squeezing the life on Jimboy’s body. “GG-gggww-aa!!”- Jimboy *crack* *crack* *crack* the bones in his body were starting to break apart! He can’t move anymore; he can’t do anything now...

My eyes kept wandering back to the unending stream of numbers as the radio cycled continuously. Thankfully, we decided to leave Derek's motorcycle behind for our little escapade. When I saw Thomas pull around his beefed out Ford truck, my jaw dropped. The thing was frigging huge with gigantic tires. And when I say gigantic, I mean it. A three foot lift is ridiculous when you're trying to get into any vehicle, and I'm a basketball player who has to make jump shots. Well, I'm only five foot six, but still. What the hell was Thomas thinking when he made his truck so tall? Oh, wait. He wanted to grab every female ass that tried to get in. Go figure.

“You go see world small. Staying inside all day make head weak.” She turned to Thomas. “You bring her back before dark.” “Yes, boss,” he said, mockingly bowing. ___________ An hour later, I found myself standing outside staring at what Thomas proudly called his truck, which looked like it had survived at least three wars, two floods, and one bad marriage. The paint was chipped beyond recognition, the side mirror on the passenger side was cracked and held in place with tape, and when Thomas turned the key, it coughed like a dying old lady.

He shifted gears, the engine whining as he pushed the SUV even faster. But the victory was short-lived. The tank was a machine of war, built with redundancies upon redundancies by Morana’s magic. It stabilized itself. The turret locked back into position, its AI rebooting faster than we had hoped. "They're rebooting!" I warned, my heart hammering against my ribs.