Joshua Maggs
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The Seat Opposite
The railway sleepers awoke to the rattling of the train arriving onto Platform One. The sounds of the engine whirring to a stop as the automatic doors opened to allow safe passage of its soon-to-be passengers. The last train of the night, leaving behind it the safety of his home.
By Joshua Maggs5 months ago in Fiction
The Beginning
The quick footsteps of hundreds of soldiers echoed down the corridor. The rarely filled halls of the old military base had become a hive of activity. Shouts and gunfire rang out in chaotic bursts, followed by screams. Tull ran, his rifle clutched tightly in his hands, his breath ragged. Then—an explosion.
By Joshua Maggs10 months ago in Fiction
Just Sixty Seconds. Top Story - April 2024.
Oliver sat at a cold, grey steel-covered table. He knew he was next. The longer he sat here, the more confident he knew he wouldn’t make it. His hands were tied to the chair he was sitting on, pushed up against the steel table. A small camera in the corner of the ceiling with a tiny red flashing light was the only thing he was focused on. He felt sick to the stomach. He knew he didn’t have long.
By Joshua Maggs2 years ago in Fiction
The Forest and The Young Boy
Years had passed with exceeding hurry. The forest had become dark and gloomy, with its once vibrant colourful life, hushed out like a flickering flame of a candle. The forest extended for as far as the eye could see. Its edges shrouded with hedges that protected itself from anything from the outside world. The track once walked by many, now barely visible as weed vines overtook it. The forest was once a place of joy and delight – now a skeleton of its former glory.
By Joshua Maggs2 years ago in Fiction
The Old Station
The old station was as empty as the day it closed. The old asphalt platform with weeds and thorns growing out of the ever-opening cracks made known its age. The railway tracks still laid with perfect precision on their rotting wooden sleepers. The wind blew through the station, creating small waves throughout the overgrown grass. A lone timber seat sat against the brick wall of the station underneath a rusted sign – ‘Platform 1’.
By Joshua Maggs2 years ago in Fiction
The River Flows
The river flowed as it always had. The water calmy drifting along its natural formation while lapping up against the rocks on its sides. Trees adorned the banks of the river with dirt tracks weaving in and out from those who had ventured down to take in its beauty. A gentle breeze blew through the tops of the trees, providing a hustling yet mesmerizing sound. Taylor looked up. It was beautiful. The green, lush leaves on hundred-year-old trees ignited his senses, with the fresh air drifting down onto the forest floor where he stood. He paused for a moment to get a drink of water out of his backpack. He took the bag off his back and knelt down. He pulled out a water bottle and took a few sips, before placing the bottle on the dirt as he looked across the river. He watched for a few minutes as the water moved this way and that, heading down towards a bend in the river that looked strangely eerie. The forest seemed to be darker down there. He felt uncomfortable even looking at it, little lone knowing he had to walk past it to get back home.
By Joshua Maggs2 years ago in Chapters
