Jack climbed into the plane, shouting over the roaring engine at his brother. “Have a safe trip!” his brother yelled. Jack nodded and shut the hatch on the plane, taking off. The next thing he knew, he was in the smoggy sky, heading upwards. He needed to be away from the pollution of London – he couldn’t stand it. The plane climbed higher and higher into the air, and Jack’s spirits rose as it did.
Sabrina
but i’m sick of engines and yet mine won’t shut down. we sit at the dinner table and conversations are engines, you are an engine, i am an engine; it’s funny how god makes things work so that we’re all engines, within one enormous engine that is the universe itself.
my engine is exhausted and reaches for soup when everybody else’s sparks into chaos.
My heart thuds like a steam engine. You hold me closer but not close enough. I must leave soon but neither of us admit it. We just hold each other taking in the aroma of the other one. I don’t want to leave.
my engine keeps rumbling to an unsteady rhythm and nobody else senses it.
“are you okay,” he begins
i stare
“are. you…” he continues
don’t worry about it.
and don’t worry about it is my favorite four words in the English language– or rather, the four most commonly abused six syllables in my lexicon.
My engine keeps rumbling and you look up.
“Three seventy-five,” you say.
It’s all lost to me though, lost in the rumble of my engine and I can’t fully comprehend the vast meaning of the numbers you just spat at me so I stared blankly.
“Eh?”
“Three seventy-five,” you repeat.
“That’s awful costly for gum,” I say.
Dumb retort, honey. Dumb, dumb, dumb.
D
This changes everything, she thought to herself, shielding her eyes from the sheen coming off the briliantly polished metal engine. The world would never again know the meaning of words like inefficient, ineffective, slow, laborious. The revolution was here. And she welcomed it.
This is the start of the train or what we get going every morning. There’s Thomas the Engine or the little Engine that could. Maybe they are the same thing.
Claire
The way your hands felt on my ribs. That was all I needed to feel alright. My heart practically roared, like my neighbor’s dragster engine at 2 in the morning. I’d like to see you at 2 in the morning, holding me the way you do so I can feel that perfect feeling of being on cloud 10. Floating above the world and all my troubles. It’s just your touch.
The car is an engine. So is Google.
Transitive Property: car is an engine, Google is an engine
————————-therefore: Google = Car
MIND=BLOWN
O_O
Adam Labban
I heard the engine roaring down the street long before he rounded the corner. The dogs began their usual running and barking. They knew their dad was on his easy home. Joy, our joy.
Sheila Good
full of grace nothing but empty minds
exploded thoughts
resless joy
industrial development
improved elite
dusty smoke
hydrogen evolution
enlarged production
giulia
Cars have engines, they can be two-stroke and four-stroke. tHE TWO STROKE ENGINES ARE MORE HIGH PITCHED AND THE FOUR STROKE ENGINES HAVE A LOWER DEEPER TONALITY. Engine help factories run and they are in cars, and appliances in the home. They produce electricity and other
Haley
What keeps you going? For me it’s no one but me. Yes, there are those motivational people. But didn’t you put them there? Didn’t you choose them and bring them into your life at opportune moments? Just like the reminder post-its around your monitor.
The engine purred, blaring quietly into the wind. It was all alone, the first of the last, the beginning of a past shaped by the future. Sucking away life, bit by bit. And the rotor slowed, and the engine failed. It sneezed. And the world blacked out.
It vroomed and tooted. It chugged and churned. A few jolts later it launched into action, snarling as it powered the vehicle. It sniveled oil, leaking
SO
When I was younger I used to confuse engine with injun, the derogatory name for native americans. It was humorous. Native americans don’t fit inside cars.
Nick Homer
It roared. It purred. It sneezed. Wait.The engine is sickly, laying on its deathbed. Who needs its grisly motors when purity abounds? The wholesale murder of trees, of the living wood, is over. This is the past. Shaped by imaginations of the future.
AJ
I remember the summer nights. Staying up late, waiting. Hearing the growing rumble of your engine outside in the darkness. Then idling. Knowing that just a few hundred feet and a door kept me from you. And that soon we’d ride off together, into the night, where life was anything but fast asleep.
Is my engine running? I feel like I am still asleep. I have yet to truly wake up. I stayed up too late and I really need to go to sleep, but that won’t happen because I have 2 essays and a Calc final due tomorrrow. I need to restart my engine.
Lia
steam power could be electric used in cars motor vehicles transportation industrial revolution make things go fast
I like engines. I’ve always liked engines. Engines are my life. When I was young, I always stared in awe at the magnificent, beautiful engine. I wish I could be like an engine, strong, mighty, and powerful.
Phoenix
The key to a car. You can’t get far in a veh
Elle
the engine roared to life as he pushed the button. he was mad. so mad he just wanted to drive away into the horizon and never look back. how could she do this to him? how could she make all those promises and then throw them all away in the second that she met mr. rich??
There’s an engine inside of me. That for some reason refuses to die or break down. Even though I give it every reason to. It refuses to stop pumping and working, although I supply it with no gas. Call me crazy but my head isn’t the thing keeping me going, because that’s gone to shit. It’s whatever this engine is running on that’s allowing me to survive until I get my head back into things. Forever grateful.
My father has spent most of his life bent over one engine or another. I used to think he preferred them to Mom and me. Now, of course, I understand that his vocation was also his avocation. Nothing pleases him more than solving a mechanical mystery.
i wonder how fast this car would run if i threw out the keys and ran it like fred flinstone. Forget horsepower, I can run off of sheer willpower.
Alex White
the train was booked, all were boarded and the surprise would be taking place soon. Dave had always loved these old engines, so it was fitting that his lover would organise such a day – on the old 3329 – with his family and friends surrounding him.
The steam engine is something I don’t know that much about and don’t think about often. Other engines, hmm. I like to think that I know quite a lot about car engines when in reality, I don’t know much about them either. Engines work for all sorts of things and now that I do think of them, don’t a lot of things run on engines? Back on the topic of the steam engine, I thought that they were older inventions that people don’t use all that much. Not sure, really. Oh well, Engines.
Natalia
Warm, driving, heart of
my love for you is the whole
engine of our lives.
Catherine McClarin
She turned the key in the ignition, and listened as the engine groaned and snarled back at her. When she knew for a fact that it wasn’t going to start until she got out and fixed it, she let herself sink deeper into the car’s driver seat.
She could feel herself shaking. What just happened? She had no idea. All she knew was that it hurt, and now her car wouldn’t start.
A month later, she would come to find out that she had sat back and cried in her car, right there, in front of her ex-lover’s house, for more than an hour.
Rumbling and whirring. Close to the road. I could feel it through the floor with my feet. That’s the best thing about an old car. Being able to feel the speed and the ground as you go. Feeling the power shaking and threatening to break apart the chassis, but never managing to.
Engine is one of the best inventions of the imperial age. If wheel is for the stone age then Engine is for imperial age. Engines involve a lot of engineering and goes on to show how great is man’s
Palaniappan Kumarappan
A train pushing along a track. All seasons, winter, spring, summer and fall. Day and night, head lights blaring. Cars stopping and watching the train engine. I hear it coming. I can feel it coming.
Mary Kattreh
the little engine that could. it keeps going and going. It’s amazing how much it can do! I like the engine a lot. Thanks engine. yeah. I can’t believe there is more time on this thing. Keep chugging little engine. Woo, wooo!!!!!
KristalDawnO
it was like an engine exploded
when the searing garlic chip enhanced oil
splashed out of the pan
and onto my (fortunately) socked left foot.
then I held a pack of organic edamame
against my blistering toes
and waited for the pain to end.
ellie griffith
I sat in the dark listening to the rumble of the engine in the corner of the room. I growled, stood back up and paced back and forth, contemplating my frustrating situation. The roar was growing maddening and it dug into my skull. I impulsivly ran to the machine and kicked it. My foot exploded in pain, I shreeked in pain and anger.
she kept us all going, pushing us ever, inexorably onwards
never running out of puff, but still, we were made to hear the gears creak, the pistons whine
at times we resented her
we would have been lost without her
we still are
Lately, I’ve been feeling like an engine. I’m not a human, just a machine that runs, runs, runs at a constant speed. I’ll be graduating high school in a few days, and I keep looking back at all these years that have gone by, and realized I’ve never had a break. I’m just an engine that keeps going, without having the choice to stop.
Jack climbed into the plane, shouting over the roaring engine at his brother. “Have a safe trip!” his brother yelled. Jack nodded and shut the hatch on the plane, taking off. The next thing he knew, he was in the smoggy sky, heading upwards. He needed to be away from the pollution of London – he couldn’t stand it. The plane climbed higher and higher into the air, and Jack’s spirits rose as it did.
but i’m sick of engines and yet mine won’t shut down. we sit at the dinner table and conversations are engines, you are an engine, i am an engine; it’s funny how god makes things work so that we’re all engines, within one enormous engine that is the universe itself.
my engine is exhausted and reaches for soup when everybody else’s sparks into chaos.
My heart thuds like a steam engine. You hold me closer but not close enough. I must leave soon but neither of us admit it. We just hold each other taking in the aroma of the other one. I don’t want to leave.
my engine keeps rumbling to an unsteady rhythm and nobody else senses it.
“are you okay,” he begins
i stare
“are. you…” he continues
don’t worry about it.
and don’t worry about it is my favorite four words in the English language– or rather, the four most commonly abused six syllables in my lexicon.
My engine keeps rumbling and you look up.
“Three seventy-five,” you say.
It’s all lost to me though, lost in the rumble of my engine and I can’t fully comprehend the vast meaning of the numbers you just spat at me so I stared blankly.
“Eh?”
“Three seventy-five,” you repeat.
“That’s awful costly for gum,” I say.
Dumb retort, honey. Dumb, dumb, dumb.
This changes everything, she thought to herself, shielding her eyes from the sheen coming off the briliantly polished metal engine. The world would never again know the meaning of words like inefficient, ineffective, slow, laborious. The revolution was here. And she welcomed it.
This is the start of the train or what we get going every morning. There’s Thomas the Engine or the little Engine that could. Maybe they are the same thing.
The way your hands felt on my ribs. That was all I needed to feel alright. My heart practically roared, like my neighbor’s dragster engine at 2 in the morning. I’d like to see you at 2 in the morning, holding me the way you do so I can feel that perfect feeling of being on cloud 10. Floating above the world and all my troubles. It’s just your touch.
The car is an engine. So is Google.
Transitive Property: car is an engine, Google is an engine
————————-therefore: Google = Car
MIND=BLOWN
O_O
I heard the engine roaring down the street long before he rounded the corner. The dogs began their usual running and barking. They knew their dad was on his easy home. Joy, our joy.
full of grace nothing but empty minds
exploded thoughts
resless joy
industrial development
improved elite
dusty smoke
hydrogen evolution
enlarged production
Cars have engines, they can be two-stroke and four-stroke. tHE TWO STROKE ENGINES ARE MORE HIGH PITCHED AND THE FOUR STROKE ENGINES HAVE A LOWER DEEPER TONALITY. Engine help factories run and they are in cars, and appliances in the home. They produce electricity and other
What keeps you going? For me it’s no one but me. Yes, there are those motivational people. But didn’t you put them there? Didn’t you choose them and bring them into your life at opportune moments? Just like the reminder post-its around your monitor.
The engine purred, blaring quietly into the wind. It was all alone, the first of the last, the beginning of a past shaped by the future. Sucking away life, bit by bit. And the rotor slowed, and the engine failed. It sneezed. And the world blacked out.
It vroomed and tooted. It chugged and churned. A few jolts later it launched into action, snarling as it powered the vehicle. It sniveled oil, leaking
When I was younger I used to confuse engine with injun, the derogatory name for native americans. It was humorous. Native americans don’t fit inside cars.
It roared. It purred. It sneezed. Wait.The engine is sickly, laying on its deathbed. Who needs its grisly motors when purity abounds? The wholesale murder of trees, of the living wood, is over. This is the past. Shaped by imaginations of the future.
I remember the summer nights. Staying up late, waiting. Hearing the growing rumble of your engine outside in the darkness. Then idling. Knowing that just a few hundred feet and a door kept me from you. And that soon we’d ride off together, into the night, where life was anything but fast asleep.
Is my engine running? I feel like I am still asleep. I have yet to truly wake up. I stayed up too late and I really need to go to sleep, but that won’t happen because I have 2 essays and a Calc final due tomorrrow. I need to restart my engine.
steam power could be electric used in cars motor vehicles transportation industrial revolution make things go fast
I like engines. I’ve always liked engines. Engines are my life. When I was young, I always stared in awe at the magnificent, beautiful engine. I wish I could be like an engine, strong, mighty, and powerful.
The key to a car. You can’t get far in a veh
the engine roared to life as he pushed the button. he was mad. so mad he just wanted to drive away into the horizon and never look back. how could she do this to him? how could she make all those promises and then throw them all away in the second that she met mr. rich??
There’s an engine inside of me. That for some reason refuses to die or break down. Even though I give it every reason to. It refuses to stop pumping and working, although I supply it with no gas. Call me crazy but my head isn’t the thing keeping me going, because that’s gone to shit. It’s whatever this engine is running on that’s allowing me to survive until I get my head back into things. Forever grateful.
“WATCH YOUR BACKS! The pipes can blow at any minute!” Screamed the foreman.
“Sir! We’re doing everything we can! There’s no way to contain the explosion!”
My father has spent most of his life bent over one engine or another. I used to think he preferred them to Mom and me. Now, of course, I understand that his vocation was also his avocation. Nothing pleases him more than solving a mechanical mystery.
i wonder how fast this car would run if i threw out the keys and ran it like fred flinstone. Forget horsepower, I can run off of sheer willpower.
the train was booked, all were boarded and the surprise would be taking place soon. Dave had always loved these old engines, so it was fitting that his lover would organise such a day – on the old 3329 – with his family and friends surrounding him.
The steam engine is something I don’t know that much about and don’t think about often. Other engines, hmm. I like to think that I know quite a lot about car engines when in reality, I don’t know much about them either. Engines work for all sorts of things and now that I do think of them, don’t a lot of things run on engines? Back on the topic of the steam engine, I thought that they were older inventions that people don’t use all that much. Not sure, really. Oh well, Engines.
Warm, driving, heart of
my love for you is the whole
engine of our lives.
She turned the key in the ignition, and listened as the engine groaned and snarled back at her. When she knew for a fact that it wasn’t going to start until she got out and fixed it, she let herself sink deeper into the car’s driver seat.
She could feel herself shaking. What just happened? She had no idea. All she knew was that it hurt, and now her car wouldn’t start.
A month later, she would come to find out that she had sat back and cried in her car, right there, in front of her ex-lover’s house, for more than an hour.
Rumbling and whirring. Close to the road. I could feel it through the floor with my feet. That’s the best thing about an old car. Being able to feel the speed and the ground as you go. Feeling the power shaking and threatening to break apart the chassis, but never managing to.
The car chugged along the road happily, farting clouds of exhaust like some sort of cartoon. It really needed fixing up.
Engine is one of the best inventions of the imperial age. If wheel is for the stone age then Engine is for imperial age. Engines involve a lot of engineering and goes on to show how great is man’s
A train pushing along a track. All seasons, winter, spring, summer and fall. Day and night, head lights blaring. Cars stopping and watching the train engine. I hear it coming. I can feel it coming.
the little engine that could. it keeps going and going. It’s amazing how much it can do! I like the engine a lot. Thanks engine. yeah. I can’t believe there is more time on this thing. Keep chugging little engine. Woo, wooo!!!!!
it was like an engine exploded
when the searing garlic chip enhanced oil
splashed out of the pan
and onto my (fortunately) socked left foot.
then I held a pack of organic edamame
against my blistering toes
and waited for the pain to end.
I sat in the dark listening to the rumble of the engine in the corner of the room. I growled, stood back up and paced back and forth, contemplating my frustrating situation. The roar was growing maddening and it dug into my skull. I impulsivly ran to the machine and kicked it. My foot exploded in pain, I shreeked in pain and anger.
she kept us all going, pushing us ever, inexorably onwards
never running out of puff, but still, we were made to hear the gears creak, the pistons whine
at times we resented her
we would have been lost without her
we still are
Lately, I’ve been feeling like an engine. I’m not a human, just a machine that runs, runs, runs at a constant speed. I’ll be graduating high school in a few days, and I keep looking back at all these years that have gone by, and realized I’ve never had a break. I’m just an engine that keeps going, without having the choice to stop.