Adventure
The Wind-and-Water
Paul was pried into consciousness by the bloodied hand of a woman in stripped overalls. She was shouting something at him, but Paul was not inspired to listen. She had woken him from a fantastic dream. One of those dreams where you’re the coolest kid in school and you cruise down the hallway throwing up finger guns at everyone as they applaud your gait.
By Matthew Graves3 years ago in Fiction
THE JOURNEY
I open my eyes and the dim light stirs the nausea which moves through me in slow waves. I steady my breathing, drop back into the darkness and the swirling waves of nausea slow enough that I will not be sick. At least, not in the immediate future.
By mark william smith3 years ago in Fiction
Cosmic Souls
“Well good morning sunshine, the Earth says hello,” said a man who was standing above me as I woke up. I had never seen this person before. He was an older gentleman with a snarly white beard while wearing a conductor’s uniform. As I came too, I noticed I was on a fast-moving train with no memory of boarding.
By Jackie Villa3 years ago in Fiction
The Runaway Train
Have you ever had that feeling of severe loneliness, like you know something is missing from your life but every time you think you are close to figuring out what it is, it slips just out of grasp. That feeling has yet to leave me since I’ve been here.
By Catriona Rod3 years ago in Fiction
All the Stops
The sounds of luggage banging around and voices straining to be heard over one another were barely audible through the fog of sleep. Ali’s head vibrated against the glass as the train began to move. The window was hot from the eleven o’clock sun, which is what woke Ali. Narcolepsy had only affected her for the past year. As a result, Ali did not remember boarding the train. Everything else seemed to be in order so she did not let it bother her.
By Matthew Streifel3 years ago in Fiction
The weaponized Train
The wind blew the swings ever so slightly causing them to move back and forth and squeak, like there was an unseen being playing. I looked around the playground for any signs of the targets. So far it was all clear then again I was early. I liked to scope out my surroundings to find weak and strong points in the area. There were a few good places to hide so I made a mental note of them. Then I heard the sound. A low whistle sound, I’ve heard it before but couldn’t remember when or what it was. I looked around trying to find the source but then I faded into darkness.
By Rebecca Hackney3 years ago in Fiction
