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Emily Thomas The Tank Engine

Static Bride

Book 1 in the planned trilogy The Girl Who Sang to the Engine. In a parallel reality where humanity thrives on Ether-a mysterious energy derived from the alien element Anonium-progress comes at a hidden cost. Unbeknownst to society, their reliance on Ether awakens a cosmic Eldritch machine known only as the Engine, whose cryptic motives remain shrouded in static and whispers. Amid this unraveling world, two high school girls emerge as unlikely players in a cosmic game they don't yet understand. Rachel Harper, captain of her basketball team, discovers she has the ability to manipulate time-but each use leaves behind faint traces of static, distorting her reflection and eroding her sense of self. Her best friend, Emily Voss , foresees fragments of alternate lives-all ending tragically-and fears she's next. Together, they stumble upon clues linking their fates to the Engine, though neither understands why. Haunted P.I.A. agent Elijah Carter arrives in Corwood, Tennessee, tasked with investigating reports of anomalies tied to the town's new reactor. A seasoned tracker with the rare ability to see residual echoes of paranormal events, Elijah quickly realizes he's dealing with something far beyond his usual assignments. Meanwhile, drug lord Dezerea Hernandez floods the streets with Gloom, a substance transforming users into static-ridden husks called Hollows to flush out a threat to humanity. As Rachel grapples with her growing bond to the Engine, she risks losing herself to its cold logic. Meanwhile, Emily battles insomnia and visions of her own deaths, desperate to break free from fate's cruel grip. With the Engine's awakening imminent, humanity stands on the brink of collapse-or rebirth. But can two teenage girls rewrite fate before time runs out? Warning: This book is a Meta Cosmic Horror Trilogy, contains violence, psychologically disturbing images, heavy foreshadowing, red herrings, fourth wall breaks.
Tannisaurus · 4.6K Views

Le Chant de la Compassion d’une Petite Fille Lâm Thị Huế - Lâm Emilie

Chapitre 1 : L’enfance dans des jours difficiles Je suis néedans une famille de cinq enfants, au milieu d’une époque où le pays subissait encore les lourdes conséquences de la guerre. À cette époque, ma famille était très pauvre. Mes parents, qui avaient grandi durant cette période difficile, n’avaient pas eu l’opportunité de bénéficier d’une éducation complète. Ainsi, toute leur vie, ils n’ont connu que le travail à la ferme, luttant durement pour subvenir aux besoins de la famille. Être agriculteur à cette époque était très éprouvant. Mes parents devaient se lever à l’aube, qu’il pleuve ou qu’il fasse beau, pour aller semer du riz ou récolter. Mais même le travail aux champs ne suffisait pas à nourrir toute la famille, alors ils devaient effectuer d’autres travaux pénibles. L’un de ces travaux était le déblaiement des pierres, un travail dangereux et épuisant. Mes sœurs, bien que très jeunes, devaient aussi suivre mes parents pour ramasser des pierres et faire exploser des mines. À un âge où elles auraient dû être à l’école comme tant d’autres enfants, elles devaient faire face à un dur labeur. La vie s’écoulait ainsi, et ma famille accueillit deux nouveaux membres – mon frère aîné, puis moi. À cette époque, au Vietnam, les garçons étaient souvent valorisés par rapport aux filles. Mon frère était choyé par mes parents bien plus que mes trois sœurs. Quant à moi, étant la benjamine, j’ai reçu le nom de Huế, d’après une ville ancienne et poétique du Vietnam. Les premiers souvenirs que je peux évoquer remontent à mes cinq ans. Je me rappelle très clairement des enfants du quartier – beaucoup étaient plus jeunes que moi – qui étaient emmenés par leurs parents à l’école maternelle. Quant à moi, je ne pouvais pas y aller. Je me contentais de me tenir à l’extérieur de l’école, à regarder à travers la fenêtre, voyant mes camarades chanter et danser joyeusement. Je ne comprenais pas pourquoi je ne pouvais pas aller à l’école comme eux, mais je ne m’en plaignais pas. Je restais là, observant silencieusement pendant un bon moment, puis je reprenais le chemin de la maison. À cette époque, j’étais une petite fille naïve et innocente, ne comprenant pas grand-chose de la vie, ne sachant que j’étais très obéissante, toujours à l’écoute de mes parents. Je ne savais pas que les années à venir seraient encore pleines de défis… Chapitre 2 : Les jours d’innocence En entrant à l’école primaire et au collège, je garde des souvenirs magnifiques de mes années passées sous le toit de cette école simple. Cette école n’était pas aussi moderne que celles d’aujourd’hui, mais c’était pour moi un endroit extrêmement cher. La cour de l’école était ombragée par de grands arbres, offrant un refuge lors des récréations pleines de rires. Chaque fois que le gong annonçait le début des cours, la cour devenait soudainement silencieuse. À cette époque, mes camarades et moi écoutions attentivement les enseignants, sans téléphones ni Internet, juste des livres et une soif d’apprendre. Le soir, je rentrais dans notre petite maison chaleureuse, où cinq frères et sœurs se retrouvaient avec nos parents. Mes sœurs avaient alors entre 17 et 18 ans, un âge rempli de vitalité et de premiers rêves. Notre maison était donc toujours animée et joyeuse. Les amis de mes sœurs venaient souvent jouer, s’asseyant autour d’un thé et discutant gaiement, ce qui rendait l’atmosphère familiale toujours vivante. Pour ma part, chaque après-midi après l’école, je me plongeais dans l’innocence de l’enfance avec mes amis du quartier. À côté de chez moi se trouvait une grande pelouse, où nous nous rassemblions chaque jour pour jouer à toutes sortes de jeux. Nous apprenions à faire du vélo, à sauter à la corde, à jouer à colin-maillard, à cache-cache… Ces jeux folkloriques faisaient partie intégrante de l’enfance de nombreuses générations, simples mais incroyablement joyeux.
mimihue · 266 Views

self-references engine

PROLOGUE: WRITING A SET OF all possible character strings. All possible books would be contained in that. Most unfortunately though, there is no guarantee whatsoever you would be able to find within it the book you were hoping for. It could be you might find a string of characters saying, “This is the book you were hoping for.” Like right here, now. But of course, that is not the book you were hoping for. I haven’t seen her since then. I think she’s most likely dead. After all, it has been hundreds of years. But then again, I also think this. Noticing her as she gazes intently into the mirror, the room in disarray; it is clear that centuries have flowed by, or some such. And she, perhaps, has finished applying her makeup, and she is getting up and is going out to look for me. Her eyes show no sign of taking in the fact that the house has been completely changed, destroyed around her. The change was gradual, continuing, and even long ago she was not very good at things like that. As far as she is concerned, that is not the sort of thing one has to pay attention to. Not that she is aware, but it seems so obvious, she doesn’t need to care about it. Have we drowned, are we about to drown, are we already finished drowning, are we not yet drowning? We are in one of those situations. Ofcourse, it could be that we will never drown. But think about it. I mean, even fish can drown. I remember her saying meanly, “If that’s the case, you must be the one from the past.” It is true of course. Everybody comes out of the past; it’s not that I’m some guy who comes from some particular past. Even when that is pointed out, though, she shows no sign of backing down. “It’s not as if I came out of some bizarro past,” she said. That’s how she and I met. Writing it down this way, it doesn’t seem like anything at all is about to happen, right? Between her and me, I mean. As if something could ever really happen. As if something continues to happen that might ever make something else happen. I am repeating myself, but I haven’t seen her since then. She promised me, with a sweet smile, that I would never see her again. For the short time we were together, we tried to talk about things that really meant something to us. Around that time there were a lot of things that were all mixed up, and it was not easy to sort out what was really real. There might be a pebble over there, and when you took your eyes off it it turned into a frog, and when you took your eyes off it again it turned into a horsefly. The horsefly that used to be a frog remembered it used to be a frog and stuck out its tongue to try to eat a fly, and then remembered it used to be a pebble and stopped and crashed to the ground. With all this going on, it’s really important to know what’s really real and what’s not. “Once upon a time, somewhere, there lived a boy and a girl.” “Once upon a time, somewhere, there lived boys and girls.” “Once upon a time, somewhere, there lived no boy and no girl.” “Once upon a time…lived.” “Lived.” “Once upon a time.” From beginning to end, we carried on this back-and-forth process. For example, in this dialogue, we were somehow finally mutually able to comeup with this kind of compromise statement: “Once upon a time, somewhere, there lived a boy and a girl. There may have been lots of boys, and there may have been lots of girls. There may have been no boys at all, and there may have been no girls at all. There may even have been no one at all. At any rate there is little chance there were equal numbers of each. That is unless there had never been anybody at all anyway.” That was our first meeting, she and I, and of course it meant we would never see each other again. I was making my way in the direction she had come from, and she was headed in the direction I had come from, and this is a somewhat important point; you must realize this walking had to be,
author_3 · 2.9K Views

Civil Engineer in Ancient Times

Summary of Building a Civil Engineering Empire in Ancient Times Author: I Am Just a Landscape Guy Synopsis: Zhao Hao, a modern civil engineer, suddenly finds himself transported to an ancient empire plagued by floods, corruption, and poor infrastructure. Armed with his engineering knowledge and modern management skills, he gradually earns the trust of the locals and implements innovative water conservancy projects. Starting from the small city of Qingyang, Zhao Hao reforms drainage systems, builds sturdy roads, and introduces efficient construction techniques. However, his rise to prominence attracts both allies and enemies within the imperial court. As he navigates political struggles, battles corrupt officials, and wins the hearts of the people, he realizes that engineering alone is not enough—he must master the art of governance. With the emperor’s recognition, Zhao Hao is appointed as the nation’s Water Conservancy Commissioner, tasked with implementing large-scale infrastructure reforms. His efforts transform the empire’s economy, improve living conditions, and stabilize society, leaving a lasting impact on history. Themes: • Engineering and Innovation – Applying modern construction knowledge in a primitive society. • Political Intrigue – Navigating the treacherous waters of imperial bureaucracy. • Social Reform – Improving people’s lives through practical governance. • Personal Growth – From an ordinary engineer to a key figure in history. This novel is a thrilling blend of historical fiction, kingdom-building, and political strategy, showcasing how one man’s expertise can reshape an entire civilization.
Yuanlin_Zai_Asong · 648 Views

Heartbeat Engine

Luo Ye had secretly been in love with a girl for three years in high school, and even enrolled in the same university as her. They had agreed that once they both got into college, they would be together. But to his heartbreak, the girl went back on her word. Devastated, Luo Ye turned to writing romance novels. Unexpectedly, before even starting college, the novel he wrote climbed to the top of a platform’s ranking, and he became an overnight sensation. ... After entering university, Luo Ye thought he would never fall in love again, but then he met the aloof senior. Determined, Luo Ye decided to secretly pursue a relationship with her and amaze everyone. When he and the cold and beautiful senior appeared hand in hand on campus, the whole school was shocked. How could the aloof campus beauty, Su Baizhou, be with a man? At that moment, the girl Luo Ye had secretly loved for three years realized that she still had feelings for him and started pursuing him again. “Sorry, little junior, but he’s already mine,” Su Baizhou said firmly. “And then what happened? Mr. Luo Ye, how did you and the famous comic artist Su Baizhou fall in love?” Hearing this, Luo Ye rubbed his head, smiled softly as he looked at her stunning figure, and said, “She secretly turned my book into a comic…” This book is reposted from the Tomato Novel: 《The School Beauty Seniors Never Had Any Scandals, Until I Went to College》 https://changdunovel.com/wap/share-v2.html?aid=1967&book_id=7207072067127086118&share_type=0&share_code=bIdVLW4M5FsT0l0gn8GPpU-mN-i1l-4mYeu-RCVuFbc%3D&uid=93dd72b1f241c85046f0bee15f8ee673&share_id=aMWOG_e77tJpFI_qy-dX7lxFP0M1BScAN2D-wZOxw7k%3D&use_open_launch_app=1&user_id=7f332039e2a49dbb3ceef9c60096cf55&did=93dd72b1f241c85046f0bee15f8ee673&entrance=book_detail&zlink=https%3A%2F%2Fzlink.fqnovel.com%2FdhVGe&gd_label=click_schema_lhft_share_novelapp_android&source_channel=wechat&share_channel=wechat&type=book&bg=f2cec2-f7e1da-402a23&book_detail_new_style=1&share_token=ab1d5aba-02fc-4e5d-9f3a-0bf52dba8389
Daoistr9e2eA · 7.2K Views

F**k it, I'm going to reincarnate all I want

Zhang Wei was once a disillusioned young man, a scholar who lived a life of monotony and regret. Always passed over for promotions, stuck in a dead-end job, and endlessly plagued by a lack of meaning, his world was a bleak one. Until the day he met his end—an absurd accident involving a runaway cart, a crate of fish, and a distracted street vendor. But death? It’s just the beginning. Reincarnated into a world of martial arts, mysticism, and ancient secrets, Zhang Wei discovers he's no longer just an ordinary person—he's been reborn with the soul of a powerful, long-dead sect leader. At first, it seems like a blessing. But then, things take a wild turn. The body he now inhabits is cursed, and every time he dies, he reincarnates into someone new. Each life brings new powers, new challenges, and a new chance to break free from the chains of fate. With every new reincarnation, Zhang Wei’s power grows, as does his disdain for the gods who’ve trapped him in this endless cycle. Whether he's a wandering swordsman, a ruthless martial emperor, or an assassin with unmatched speed, one thing becomes clear: he will reincarnate until he takes down the very forces that control his fate. But the more lives he lives, the more he realizes—each reincarnation has its own price, and with it, new enemies and complicated relationships. Will he break the cycle, or will he come to realize that maybe, just maybe, reincarnation isn’t as freeing as he once thought? Get ready for explosive martial arts action, mind-bending reincarnations, and a hero who's had enough of destiny.
Thomas_Mathew_4702 · 544 Views
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