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Broken (draft, unfinished, WIP)

As unpredictable as the Doe Brothers have the reputation of, this day seemed as normal as any other. It was Tuesday, and on Tuesdays the brothers had a few special errands to run. Some errands were as simple as taking the trash to the landfill. Others were full grocery lists of special items the folks requested for the week. Alarms now sounding off, James and Arny peel open their eyes and slowly drag themselves out of bed, skip out on brushing teeth and heading straight for the bacon in the fridge on an autopilot path. The boys always wake their younger sister up with bacon and eggs, it's her favorite. Tying his hair back in a pony-tail James then throws his white apron on. He looks semi-professional and Arny cracks a joke, "Usin' Leana's hair pins again?" He says this almost every morning. If he doesn't say this, then something is usually wrong in the air. "Reckon it's better than buyin' more. I'll give you extra hair to floss with." James usually mutters something like

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Loud Silence - read description

Want to hear another story besides my poem stark slence not to the living but to the dying instead ceasefire of all the pain that makes me feel dead sights of seeing people exploding and hurting you inside your head the things you're afraid of still sleep with you while you're in your or someone else's bed creeping blinders on all of the lookers and straight through their looking glass you're not alright but you can still pass for the living and there is no life without giving receiving answers after they've left we can't understand life until after death yet never giving my secrets after life and the lies again about how much is left death may take that away but mind paralysis means I'll just stay forever locked far away words of truth will stain and stay they come out and show more about things never in doubt still it'll come back possibly and hopefully one day when the light is near fighting in the dark just to stay here but I don't know where I am maybe I'll just stay

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In Altair System

Blackness. There was blackness. And pain. Very much pain. She was on something, like a cot. She could feel the cloth against her back. The cot rocked back and forth, every movement causing more pain. She moaned, from the pain. Wetness was on her face and neck, and her side. She could feel it within her lungs. She was bleeding internally. Memories came back to her. She had fought the Gozari Admiral. With his own pistol she had shot him, killed the bastard. It was a good kill. She would tell her ancestors of it, when she met them. She chuckled at the thought. That was a mistake. Chuckling brought much pain. You have broken ribs. At least one has fractured, and is poking into a lung. A series of coughs wracked her. Hands pushed at her, holding her down. There were voices, but she could not understand them. The voices sounded odd, with strange inflectiions. They were not Firstborn. They were human. Old Gods, I am dying. I understand you require my life, for my sins. I

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HOTKRBR humanised part 4

Part 4: Reopening of the Kirk Ronan Branch Line!A few more months passed and the project on to restore the Kirk Ronan Branch Line was completed at last. On the day of its reopening a few days later, at Kellsthorpe Road, a little ceremony was held with a few speeches and congrats to those involved who had worked and helped get the branch line back into service.The Fat Controller: Ladies and Gentlemen, drivers and firemen, I am very proud to reopen the Kirk Ronan branch line after many years. After its years of ignorance, I Sir Bertram Topham Hatt have decided to reopen this branch line for the ones who remember the early years of steam and ...

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The Great Race Humanised Part 1

Part 1: Meet Gordon's brother and excitement.It was a bright, clear day on the Island of Sodor, and Thomas and Lily were pulling the local. (Thomas pulls the whistle chain twice) The slow train that stops at every station on the mainline, from Knapford to Vicarstown. (the passengers board into Annie's and Clarabel's coaches, the guard blows his whistle and the train sets off slowly out of Kellsthorpe Station)A few minutes later, down the mainline...POOP POOP!Annie: (gasps) Clarabel, was that...Clarabel: No! It's a lovely day Annie, can you... Hear the birds singing.Annie: Yes, the birds! Tweet, tweet... (carries on tweeting)Thomas: (chuckl...

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The Great Race Humanised Part 5

Part 5: To the Great Railway Show!Meanwhile, at the Steamworks...It was the day of the Great Railway Show, the Fat Controller had selected all the engines he wanted to take with him.James: (Emily's and Alice's engine comes out of the Steamworks first looking smart as does James' and Erin's) Ta Da!Henry: (gasps) Your engines both look amazing!Philip: (honks his box cab's horn) I'm coming too! (appears with the Sodor flag on his diesel box cab) I'm going to carry the flag!Edward: (stops his engine next to Henry and sees all of the engines gathered round) Hmm... A lovely repaint you four, you'll be great in the event.Emily: Thanks, Edward.Vic...

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Shipbook Special: Offshore 50

The sun was just dipping below the horizon as Jugo made her way into the marina at Ilwaco. Rage had a prime spot on an end row. The big boat was leaning against the dock and seemed to be resting but she cracked open an eye as the J boat passed. “Finally made it I see.” She greeted. “Mm.” Jugo nodded, too tired to say much. She found her spot, sandwiched between two Canadians. One was fast asleep and Jugo did her best not to disturb her while the other, a lovely blue hulled Soverel 33, grinned at her with a martini in her wires. “Evening.” She greeted, handing it over. Surprised, Jugo accepted it. She took a cautious sip. It was a perfect mixture. “Thank you.” She said. “My pleasure.” She offered a free wire. “Elbows Up.” “Jugo.” She returned, shaking it. “You’re a Portland boat?” “Aye.” “Well this is more your neck of the woods then, eh?” Elbows Up smirked. “And then I’ll be in yours.” Jugo smirked. “Touché. Cheers.” “Cheers.” The following day was meant to be a day of

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The Wool Trade

Newcastle, NSW December 1883 The smell was the first thing that hit Cutty Sark as she pulled into the harbor with Thermopylae. At least it wasn't live cargo but it was still a far cry from her precious tea. Thermopylae nudged her. "Hey, the pelts lose their scent after a day." She assured her. Cutty Sark sighed. She didn't want to appear ungrateful. Thermopylae had thrown her a lifeline with the wool trade. She herself had done it for several years and was in search of a partner to work with. She was also the one who looked after Cutty Sark for months, helping her get a handle on her opium addiction. It was always her. New York 1880 Cutty Sark's hacking coughs were what woke Thermopylae from a dead sleep. The exhausted cutter gripped the dock posts with her rigging, forcing herself upright with much effort. Next to her, Cutty Sark's fever ravaged body was shaking uncontrollably. Between them sat a steeping kettle filled with Eucalyptus tea that Thermopylae poured into a cup now.

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The Miracle on the Hudson

As a retired carrier, I was different from other ships. The battleships loved to make fun of the planes I carried. The destroyers and cruisers relentlessly teased them. To my escorts, they were nuisances better suited for the Air Force but to me, they were family. I hadn't carried a plane since the day of my decommissioning. Not to say I wasn't happy being a museum for I was. It was an easy, leisurely life. One I knew I had earned. But there were days I missed my time in the service. I never considered the possibility that even being a museum could be exciting. ... JANUARY 15, 2009 My hull was stiff from the recent renovations done and my ...

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TPGC: The Heart of a Horse (11/20)

Following Stevie’s tragic death, a new mood descended upon the Peel Godred branch line. A strong sense of loss had hit the three surviving engines hard, but Simon, Carole and Lisa all carried on as best as they could despite losing a member of their humble line. In retrospect, however, it would turn out that Stevie’s premature demise was a bad omen that lingered over the Peel Godred line for the next several years. And it would not be long before only one of the engines would survive this series of misfortunes… Volume 3: The End of an Era “Have you noticed something about today?” asked Simon one morning at the sheds. “What is it, Simon?” replied Carole. “That it’s been ten years since we found out we… we lost Stevie…” “Ten years…” remarked Lisa. “Oh, where has the time gone…?” “Who knows…” murmured Simon, gazing at the clock on the wall. “Speaking of which, we’ll be late if we spend too much time here!” “Oh, of course!” cried Carole, rushing off to find her trucks. Lisa and

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ATRC: A Day at the Races (4/4)

A Day at the Races Based upon “Big World! Big Adventures” by Andrew Brenner “Tie Your Mother Down” lyrics by Brian May The time with Trevor and Elizabeth was… slow. Much too slow for Ace’s liking. But at least he was getting over his phobia of animals. One day, he and Elizabeth had to go and deliver produce to Nicola and Champ, and the two were practicing their Cross Country jumping. “One… two… three… and, jump!” Nicola and Champ sailed over a log jump into some water and cantered to the other side. “Ah, good boy, Champ!” She petted his side and he trotted proudly onto the flat ground. “Wow, you two are so fast!” exclaimed Ace. “That’s literal horsepower if I ever saw it!” “Champ is a wonderful horse,” smiled Nicola, scratching his neck. “We were very lucky to find each other. Weren’t we, boy?” Champ nodded his head. “How’d you find each other?” asked Ace. “Long story short, I fell off a ladder and injured myself,” Nicola explained. “And Champ stood by me until help

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Home, Julie, and Don't Spare the Horses!

The demolition of the abandoned mine was no real loss to the engines of the Kirk Ronan branch line, even less so when it was said that the rails leading up to it would be ripped up. “At least we’ll never have to worry about being switched onto the wrong line again,” said Lauren. “And no more trucks will be left there either!” Julie remarked. “Good riddance to that old mine, I say,” Johnson agreed. On that note, Lauren’s guard’s whistle blew, and she left with her coaches. * * * It didn’t take her too long to reach Kellsthorpe Road, and she heard a horn cut through the air. “Bear?” she asked in surprise. “I thought it was Henry’s turn to take the Local.” “Ah, hello, Lauren,” he greeted, the red coaches in tow. “Audrey, Hilary, Mark, good to see you too.” “Likewise, Bear,” said Hilary. “Not that it isn’t good to see you too, but why are you here instead of Henry?” “Well, Annabelle invited some of the engines to see her wedding reception,” Bear explained. “It was impractical for

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Broken (draft, unfinished, WIP)

As unpredictable as the Doe Brothers have the reputation of, this day seemed as normal as any other. It was Tuesday, and on Tuesdays the brothers had a few special errands to run. Some errands were as simple as taking the trash to the landfill. Others were full grocery lists of special items the folks requested for the week. Alarms now sounding off, James and Arny peel open their eyes and slowly drag themselves out of bed, skip out on brushing teeth and heading straight for the bacon in the fridge on an autopilot path. The boys always wake their younger sister up with bacon and eggs, it's her favorite. Tying his hair back in a pony-tail James then throws his white apron on. He looks semi-professional and Arny cracks a joke, "Usin' Leana's hair pins again?" He says this almost every morning. If he doesn't say this, then something is usually wrong in the air. "Reckon it's better than buyin' more. I'll give you extra hair to floss with." James usually mutters something like

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Loud Silence - read description

Want to hear another story besides my poem stark slence not to the living but to the dying instead ceasefire of all the pain that makes me feel dead sights of seeing people exploding and hurting you inside your head the things you're afraid of still sleep with you while you're in your or someone else's bed creeping blinders on all of the lookers and straight through their looking glass you're not alright but you can still pass for the living and there is no life without giving receiving answers after they've left we can't understand life until after death yet never giving my secrets after life and the lies again about how much is left death may take that away but mind paralysis means I'll just stay forever locked far away words of truth will stain and stay they come out and show more about things never in doubt still it'll come back possibly and hopefully one day when the light is near fighting in the dark just to stay here but I don't know where I am maybe I'll just stay

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In Altair System

Blackness. There was blackness. And pain. Very much pain. She was on something, like a cot. She could feel the cloth against her back. The cot rocked back and forth, every movement causing more pain. She moaned, from the pain. Wetness was on her face and neck, and her side. She could feel it within her lungs. She was bleeding internally. Memories came back to her. She had fought the Gozari Admiral. With his own pistol she had shot him, killed the bastard. It was a good kill. She would tell her ancestors of it, when she met them. She chuckled at the thought. That was a mistake. Chuckling brought much pain. You have broken ribs. At least one has fractured, and is poking into a lung. A series of coughs wracked her. Hands pushed at her, holding her down. There were voices, but she could not understand them. The voices sounded odd, with strange inflectiions. They were not Firstborn. They were human. Old Gods, I am dying. I understand you require my life, for my sins. I

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HOTKRBR humanised part 4

Part 4: Reopening of the Kirk Ronan Branch Line!A few more months passed and the project on to restore the Kirk Ronan Branch Line was completed at last. On the day of its reopening a few days later, at Kellsthorpe Road, a little ceremony was held with a few speeches and congrats to those involved who had worked and helped get the branch line back into service.The Fat Controller: Ladies and Gentlemen, drivers and firemen, I am very proud to reopen the Kirk Ronan branch line after many years. After its years of ignorance, I Sir Bertram Topham Hatt have decided to reopen this branch line for the ones who remember the early years of steam and ...

Literature

The Great Race Humanised Part 1

Part 1: Meet Gordon's brother and excitement.It was a bright, clear day on the Island of Sodor, and Thomas and Lily were pulling the local. (Thomas pulls the whistle chain twice) The slow train that stops at every station on the mainline, from Knapford to Vicarstown. (the passengers board into Annie's and Clarabel's coaches, the guard blows his whistle and the train sets off slowly out of Kellsthorpe Station)A few minutes later, down the mainline...POOP POOP!Annie: (gasps) Clarabel, was that...Clarabel: No! It's a lovely day Annie, can you... Hear the birds singing.Annie: Yes, the birds! Tweet, tweet... (carries on tweeting)Thomas: (chuckl...

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The Great Race Humanised Part 5

Part 5: To the Great Railway Show!Meanwhile, at the Steamworks...It was the day of the Great Railway Show, the Fat Controller had selected all the engines he wanted to take with him.James: (Emily's and Alice's engine comes out of the Steamworks first looking smart as does James' and Erin's) Ta Da!Henry: (gasps) Your engines both look amazing!Philip: (honks his box cab's horn) I'm coming too! (appears with the Sodor flag on his diesel box cab) I'm going to carry the flag!Edward: (stops his engine next to Henry and sees all of the engines gathered round) Hmm... A lovely repaint you four, you'll be great in the event.Emily: Thanks, Edward.Vic...

ShuttleColumbia

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Shipbook Special: Offshore 50

The sun was just dipping below the horizon as Jugo made her way into the marina at Ilwaco. Rage had a prime spot on an end row. The big boat was leaning against the dock and seemed to be resting but she cracked open an eye as the J boat passed. “Finally made it I see.” She greeted. “Mm.” Jugo nodded, too tired to say much. She found her spot, sandwiched between two Canadians. One was fast asleep and Jugo did her best not to disturb her while the other, a lovely blue hulled Soverel 33, grinned at her with a martini in her wires. “Evening.” She greeted, handing it over. Surprised, Jugo accepted it. She took a cautious sip. It was a perfect mixture. “Thank you.” She said. “My pleasure.” She offered a free wire. “Elbows Up.” “Jugo.” She returned, shaking it. “You’re a Portland boat?” “Aye.” “Well this is more your neck of the woods then, eh?” Elbows Up smirked. “And then I’ll be in yours.” Jugo smirked. “Touché. Cheers.” “Cheers.” The following day was meant to be a day of

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The Wool Trade

Newcastle, NSW December 1883 The smell was the first thing that hit Cutty Sark as she pulled into the harbor with Thermopylae. At least it wasn't live cargo but it was still a far cry from her precious tea. Thermopylae nudged her. "Hey, the pelts lose their scent after a day." She assured her. Cutty Sark sighed. She didn't want to appear ungrateful. Thermopylae had thrown her a lifeline with the wool trade. She herself had done it for several years and was in search of a partner to work with. She was also the one who looked after Cutty Sark for months, helping her get a handle on her opium addiction. It was always her. New York 1880 Cutty Sark's hacking coughs were what woke Thermopylae from a dead sleep. The exhausted cutter gripped the dock posts with her rigging, forcing herself upright with much effort. Next to her, Cutty Sark's fever ravaged body was shaking uncontrollably. Between them sat a steeping kettle filled with Eucalyptus tea that Thermopylae poured into a cup now.

Literature

The Miracle on the Hudson

As a retired carrier, I was different from other ships. The battleships loved to make fun of the planes I carried. The destroyers and cruisers relentlessly teased them. To my escorts, they were nuisances better suited for the Air Force but to me, they were family. I hadn't carried a plane since the day of my decommissioning. Not to say I wasn't happy being a museum for I was. It was an easy, leisurely life. One I knew I had earned. But there were days I missed my time in the service. I never considered the possibility that even being a museum could be exciting. ... JANUARY 15, 2009 My hull was stiff from the recent renovations done and my ...

HufflepuffBatboy

Literature

TPGC: The Heart of a Horse (11/20)

Following Stevie’s tragic death, a new mood descended upon the Peel Godred branch line. A strong sense of loss had hit the three surviving engines hard, but Simon, Carole and Lisa all carried on as best as they could despite losing a member of their humble line. In retrospect, however, it would turn out that Stevie’s premature demise was a bad omen that lingered over the Peel Godred line for the next several years. And it would not be long before only one of the engines would survive this series of misfortunes… Volume 3: The End of an Era “Have you noticed something about today?” asked Simon one morning at the sheds. “What is it, Simon?” replied Carole. “That it’s been ten years since we found out we… we lost Stevie…” “Ten years…” remarked Lisa. “Oh, where has the time gone…?” “Who knows…” murmured Simon, gazing at the clock on the wall. “Speaking of which, we’ll be late if we spend too much time here!” “Oh, of course!” cried Carole, rushing off to find her trucks. Lisa and

Literature

ATRC: A Day at the Races (4/4)

A Day at the Races Based upon “Big World! Big Adventures” by Andrew Brenner “Tie Your Mother Down” lyrics by Brian May The time with Trevor and Elizabeth was… slow. Much too slow for Ace’s liking. But at least he was getting over his phobia of animals. One day, he and Elizabeth had to go and deliver produce to Nicola and Champ, and the two were practicing their Cross Country jumping. “One… two… three… and, jump!” Nicola and Champ sailed over a log jump into some water and cantered to the other side. “Ah, good boy, Champ!” She petted his side and he trotted proudly onto the flat ground. “Wow, you two are so fast!” exclaimed Ace. “That’s literal horsepower if I ever saw it!” “Champ is a wonderful horse,” smiled Nicola, scratching his neck. “We were very lucky to find each other. Weren’t we, boy?” Champ nodded his head. “How’d you find each other?” asked Ace. “Long story short, I fell off a ladder and injured myself,” Nicola explained. “And Champ stood by me until help

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Home, Julie, and Don't Spare the Horses!

The demolition of the abandoned mine was no real loss to the engines of the Kirk Ronan branch line, even less so when it was said that the rails leading up to it would be ripped up. “At least we’ll never have to worry about being switched onto the wrong line again,” said Lauren. “And no more trucks will be left there either!” Julie remarked. “Good riddance to that old mine, I say,” Johnson agreed. On that note, Lauren’s guard’s whistle blew, and she left with her coaches. * * * It didn’t take her too long to reach Kellsthorpe Road, and she heard a horn cut through the air. “Bear?” she asked in surprise. “I thought it was Henry’s turn to take the Local.” “Ah, hello, Lauren,” he greeted, the red coaches in tow. “Audrey, Hilary, Mark, good to see you too.” “Likewise, Bear,” said Hilary. “Not that it isn’t good to see you too, but why are you here instead of Henry?” “Well, Annabelle invited some of the engines to see her wedding reception,” Bear explained. “It was impractical for

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HOTKRBR humanised part 4

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The Great Race Humanised Part 5

Shipbook Special: Offshore 50

The Wool Trade

The Miracle on the Hudson

TPGC: The Heart of a Horse (11/20)

ATRC: A Day at the Races (4/4)

Home, Julie, and Don't Spare the Horses!

Broken (draft, unfinished, WIP)

Loud Silence - read description

In Altair System

HOTKRBR humanised part 4

The Great Race Humanised Part 1

The Great Race Humanised Part 5

Shipbook Special: Offshore 50

The Wool Trade

The Miracle on the Hudson

TPGC: The Heart of a Horse (11/20)

ATRC: A Day at the Races (4/4)

Home, Julie, and Don't Spare the Horses!

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Broken (draft, unfinished, WIP)

Loud Silence - read description

In Altair System

HOTKRBR humanised part 4

The Great Race Humanised Part 1

The Great Race Humanised Part 5

Shipbook Special: Offshore 50

The Wool Trade

The Miracle on the Hudson

TPGC: The Heart of a Horse (11/20)

ATRC: A Day at the Races (4/4)

Home, Julie, and Don't Spare the Horses!