Adventure
Mission D-Day;
I groaned as I started to open my eyes, seeing everything in a blur and hearing voices in the distance. Squinting my eyes as I tried to clear them using my senses to make sense of where I was, having heard the noise of a train. Detecting a female voice asking the passengers in French for their ticket, I finally managed to sit up, still trying to figure out where I was and why? In my head I tried to deduce what I can see and to analyze. Ok I was on a train, but to where? Glancing outside, I saw the French countryside, where there was a small quaint town afar, the meadows, and alas the destruction from the air raids were prominent. I slipped my hand in my pocket trying to find the ticket as the Train assistant was coming closer.
By Jennie C Gonzalez3 years ago in Fiction
Elly On The Run
The thunder of “out of beat” chugs intensified as the two locomotives on our train pulled against the brakes. With an exhausted squeal, the train finally ground to a halt, and I closed the throttle on my engine. It was business as usual on the Western Maryland Railway. We stopped here, at the summit of the railroad near the small hamlet of Deal, to do a brake test to ensure our safe descent down the eastern side of Big Savage Mountain.
By Cam Stefan3 years ago in Fiction
Again
Jake’s eyes snapped open. He felt the seat beneath him moving. Not again. Jake looked out the window. The train was moving quickly, unfamiliar scenery a blur. He heaved a sigh and readjusted himself, glancing around the compartment. Then he checked his pockets. Well at least his wallet was still there but his phone was gone. Jake stretched and tried to feel what his body was telling him. It was stiff. He needed some caffeine. Jake tried to pop his neck deciding he would wait a few minutes before he would get up to grab himself some. Probably a soda. The sugar helped it work better anyways.
By CJ Shelton3 years ago in Fiction
The Jumper
Aimee was aware of the cool glass against her face and the rumbling of a vehicle in motion before she opened her eyes. She tried to quiet her discomfort as she pieced together her last moments of consciousness, in which she had snuggled under her warm duvet from the comfort of her tiny Manhattan apartment. She slowly opened her eyes, her mind racing to take in the scenery around her. She was on a train.
By Tori Jade Gilbert3 years ago in Fiction
The Run of the Red Rattler
Eugene woke from a stupor with a flurry of taps to his chest. A freckled face boy, no older than 13 was half resting on the back of a bench seat, facing Eugene. He was wearing a worn Demin jacket. A dark blue baseball cap, which had seen better days, donned his head.
By Evan Nathans3 years ago in Fiction
Train of Thoughts
I awoke with a shock, like right when you’re about to fall asleep but feel like falling. I felt like there was no ground to reach and grabbed whatever I could. When I opened my eyes clutched an old-fashioned leather seat. I touched the seat again just to confirm it was real. Both of my feet were planted firmly on the ground and I sighed in relief.
By Dark Constellations3 years ago in Fiction
Bagged 1
I felt rumbling deep within my chest. Rushes of train wheels turning against metal flowed in and out of my ears. Something heavy hit the floor jolting me out of my sleep. I tried to move, but I was trapped somewhere. I started hitting the walls around me; they were thin and soft. Swallowing back my panic, I felt around the seams slowly, finding the back of a zipper. I clawed the zipper until it was open enough that I could see out of the corner. It was dark. I slowly unzipped the rest of the zipper and crawled out. Why the hell was I in a suitcase? Something clanged a few feet ahead of me. I sat up straight and looked around. Another massive suitcase had fallen over. Wait… where am I? I slowly stood up, trying to steady my feet. Am I moving? I blinked a few times trying to adjust my eyes to the darkness. There was sunlight flashing through the cracks in the room. I reached for my pocket to get out my phone to use as a flashlight. I felt my other pockets for my phone. Shit.
By Autumn Easley3 years ago in Fiction
Star Searching
The night sky glitters around him, as Moon drifts in and out of consciousness. His tired eyes fall prey to heavy lids, waiting for sleep to take over. Suddenly, a vibrant light flashes before his lids, and his tired orbs open wide to see the most brilliant sight surrounded by a soft glow of light.
By Madyson M.3 years ago in Fiction
