This is a story I hope to publish in the near future.. It's set in a world just like ours with one crucial exception: machines are powered by energy units called GEARS. There's way too much to explain in just 500 characters, so you'll just have to read it and see for yourself.
It was a chilly morning. Jamie shivered. He yawned as his window at the frost outside. Seems like spring’s coming late, he thought. He looked at his alarm clock. He still had a few minutes left to sleep. “JAMIE!” A gruff voice roared from downstairs. “Haul your ass out of bed and get it down here, pronto!” Jamie groaned and rolled out of bed.
“So much for catching some last minute z’s,” he muttered.
“What was that?” yelled the gruff voice. Jamie jumped.
“Nothing Gramps,” he answered quickly. He’d forgotten how sharp his grandfather’s hearing was. “I’ll be down in a sec.” Jamie quickly shrugged off his clothes and put on some slacks and a shirt. He reached for his glasses on his bedside table and put them on.
“Jamie!” Gramps yelled again.
“I’m coming already!” Jamie shouted back. He quickly thumped down the stairs to where Gramps was waiting impatiently at the dining table.
“It’s about time you showed up,” he grunted, which was his equivalent of a “Good morning.”
“Hello to you too Gramps,” Jamie replied. He helped himself to the toast and jam Gramps had put out.
“Hmph,” Gramps gave a snort. “You’d better eat up; you’ve got a long day ahead of you.”
“What’s up?” Jamie asked.
“Mrs. Crelam has put in an order for another GEAR, and it’s a big one.”
“Aren’t they always?” Jamie sighed. “What is it this time?”
“She wants a new Thermal GEAR so she can tack on a heater for her pool.” Jamie grabbed another slice of toast.
“Doesn’t she already have a pool heater? I’m sure we made a GEAR for one last year.”
“It’s for her outdoor pool. She wants it by the end of the day too, since she’s got a party planned for tomorrow.” Jamie shook his head.
“Just great. That’s not going to be a small GEAR either.”
“It’s a Class-IV, 49 RP.” Gramps confirmed, “And since it’s inspection time, I have to go check on the town’s GEARs. You’re on your own.” Jamie looked up in shock.
“Wait, you’re leaving me to make a Class-IV GEAR all by myself? That’ll take me all day and then some!” he said incredulously. Gramps shrugged.
“That’s the lot of us GEARwrights. We’re the only ones with the skill and smarts to make ‘em. Better hurry up and get started if you’re gonna finish it today.” Jamie wolfed down the rest of the slice of toast and stood up.
“I’m on it Gramps,” he said. Gramps nodded and got up as well.
“Well, I’m off to make the rounds. Be back late.” He grabbed his jacket and toolbox and went to the door. “Have fun with that GEAR, brat,” he said over his shoulder.
“Yeah, yeah, just get going, you old timer,” Jamie replied. He heard Gramps chuckle as he closed the door.