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Skarloey Railway Fanfiction 3
THE LAST GRASP
The next day, Skarloey awoke to find Duncan already in steam, and strangely eager to start work. He politely asked if he had been given the wrong coal or had any bad water.
"No, I'm—wait wha?!" said Duncan, "No! Ahm lookin forward to workin with Jessica today! She don' slack off, workin with her is kinda fun."
He puffed out of the shed, leaving Skarloey very confused.
But when Duncan arrived at the quarry, he didn't see Jessica working hard like yesterday. Instead she was coming up gently to the trucks, and puffed slowly and carefully out of the siding.
He collected some trucks and caught up to her. "Wha on Earth are ye doing?" he snapped.
Jessica glared at him. "My job, you got a problem with it?" she yelled back. Duncan growled as she puffed away. He began planning a way to get back at her.
Later that day, Jessica was resting in a siding by a ditch. She was tired but happy that her paint was still alright. Duncan spotted her and grinned evily. "Now's mah chance…" he mu
Smudger awoke to find Candy already in steam. "Morning Gaijin," she said as her driver oiled her wheels.
"Mornin'," replied Smudger sleepily. He still didn't know what Gaijin meant.
Mr. Chitana arrived. The engines called him"The Old Controller" even though he really wasn't all that old. In fact, he look about 21.
"Alright," said the Old Controller, "here is the plan for the day. Candy, you'll be taking the Liner through the Branch, and Edward Mann and Smudger will be double-heading the Television Train. They're filming a documentary on Narrow Gauge Railways, so don't mess up. Naruka will be shunting empties in the yard. Edward Mann and Smudger, you will help him out before you collect your train. That will be all."
As he turned to walk away, Smudger called out, "Um, sir, may I ask a question?"
The Old Controller smiled. "Sure, ask away."
"If this is a Japanese railway in Japan…why are we all speaking English?"
The Old Controller chucked. "We're not."
"What?" asked Smudger, slightly co
There were three other engines in Smudger's shed.
One was a small red engine named Edward Mann, also called EM. He was a bit stuck-up, and was bossy. But he was also friendly, like a big brother kind of person. "If you think that you're better than me," he said, "then you might as well be scrap. But if you wanna learn, go ahead."
The other steam engine was called Candy, and she was yellow and looked like two boxes and a barrel with a funnel sticking out. "Don't think you're getting any breaks," she said, "because we never got any either."
The last engine in the shed was a small white diesel named Naruka. He was the young, hyper kind of engine that hated sitting still. He didn't even acknowledge Smudger's presence as they started the engines up for work.
"I hope I get to go up the mountain today," he tooted, "Haven't been up there in a while…"
EM snorted. "Not today, Naruka-san," he snorted, "It's Smadger-san's turn. He's new and needs to learn the line."
Naruka was cross. Smudger was c
Skarloey Railway Fanfiction 2
Sir Handel was left alone in the shed for several days. Mighty Mac would do his work as well as his own, and tell Sir Handel all the new info every night.
One day, the Thin Controller arrived. "Sir Handel," he said, "your punishment is nearly over. But right now, we have a surprise for you."
"A surprise sir?" said Sir Handel, "Like what?"
"You'll see," said the Thin Controller with a smile.
The surprise was Ivo Hugh. He had been sent to the works to have a new boiler fitted, but was glad to be home. They lit his fire and he sizzled happily.
"Man, it feels great to be home," he said with a grin, "Everyone was so kind at the works, but I'm glad to be back. So Sir Handel, what's been happening since I left?"
Sir Handel thought for a sec. "Well, we got a new engine."
"Really?" said Ivo Hugh, "What's his name?"
"Mighty Mac," said Sir Handel, "He's got 2 boilers; one end is Mighty and the other Mac. They kind of got off on the wrong wheel when they first got here, but they're d
The boat has a special elevator dock in the cargo hold, so Smudger could come up and look outside.
The young American engine could see very far out, and was amazed on how big the ocean was. He could see very far off lands and other boats farther away. A friendly tugboat named Sunshine even said, "Hullo!" as they past a big port.
As they sailed onward to his new home, Smudger looked into the sky, wondering what awaited him beyond the ship. He knew that there were vast worlds out there, many still unexplored.
One night, he was allowed to come out of the cargo hold, and he sighed as he looked up at the night sky. It was a beautiful night. The dark sky was covered in beautiful shining stars and a glistening full moon, which reflected in the water, creating a beautiful site.
His driver was awake and saw Smudger and smiled. He climbed into his cab and inched Smudger forward toward the edge and stopped him. Smudger looked down at the water, and saw himself looking back at him.
"Hey driver?" h
As Smudger neared the docks, he could hear a loud boat horn. "Oh no," said his driver, "We might be too late."
Smudger turned a bend. Ahead, he could see the docks. There were lots of railway lines going in all directions, half of these line were a bigger gauge. "That's odd," the green engine said, "I didn't know there were bigger engines here."
"Well now you know, Smudger," chuckled his fireman, "Now we gotta get to our boat—"
Smudger froze in realization of something simply shocking.
"Which boat is ours?"
Neither the driver nor fireman knew. When Mr. Chitana had been giving them the directions to the boat, they had been busy fitting Smudger's wheels back on.
The driver tried not to worry. "Alright," he said, "Let's assess the situation. We're in a port or dock or whatever, and we're leaving by boat. Our boat belongs to a Japanese company, right? So they must have a certain sign of their nationality somewhere near them."
But as they sped through, they couldn't exactly tell whi
Skarloey Railway Fanfiction 1
It was wintertime on the Island of Sodor. The whole island looked as if a giant sheet of snow just suddenly fell on everything. All the engines were working hard, busy clearing the tracks of snowdrifts and supplying towns with food and water.
One morning, the Thin Controller arrived at the sheds. "Sir Handel," he said, "You are to take some trucks and equipment to Helada Town. They need the equipment to repair their bridge so don't be late."
"Trucks," muttered Sir Handel. He hated doing boring and difficult work. When he arrived to collect his trucks, he decided to try to get off work. He eased up to the trucks slowly, then groaned and slowed to a halt.
His driver looked upset. "What's wrong, Sir Handel?" He asked.
"Something hurts…" moaned Sir Handel. They had no time to examine him, so Rusty took him back to the shed. When their drivers left, Sir Handel smirked in triumph.
"What are you smirking about?" asked Rusty, "You're sick!"
"Not really," chuckled Sir Handel, "Man, I
"W-what?" the manager asked. He couldn't believe that somebody would want to buy this engine.
The Japanese businessman laughed. "My name is Sosuke Nazo Chitana. I am the owner of the Hasegawa Valley Railway, and we need an engine that can handle rough and steep lines."
Mr. Chitana opened up the door on the side and walked into Smudger's cab and looked him over.
"Um…" said the manager, "that's…erm…nice but how'd you know to come here?"
"Oh, my friend works with some locomotive company by the name of 'Baldwin'. They're stationed in America, and they produce rough-riding locos if I'm not mistaken. I wanted to purchase one of their locos, but they've just sold their last one to a railroad on Sodor. I came to see how much you'd take for him, so how much will you need for him?"
The manager was startled. "Um…does 5,000 pounds sound good?"
Mr. Chitana raised an eyebrow. "I go strictly with American units when doing business, sir."
"Oh, ok…um…how about four thousand dollars?"
Mr. Chitana laughe
What Does Thomas Mean To You?
What does that name make you think about? Does it make you think about the Railway Series stories that a popular television series is based on? Does it make you think about your anger at a company that is being accused of using a franchise to leach money from our pockets? Or does it simply make you think of a famous little blue engine?
I think about all of this when I hear that name. But I also think of one other thing: myself. I'm not sure why, but I feel as though Thomas is one of the most important things in my life, discarding my friends and family, my Tamagotchis, and among other things.
I was born years ago, not saying what year though. I grew up watching Thomas the Tank Engine and Friends via VCR, and I became a little bit addicted. I had, and still have, way too many videos, and tons of ERTL and Learning Curve toys as well. My mom even told me a surprising story once. She said that one day, she thought I was def or had some mental disability because I wouldn't listen to her. So
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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