Adventure
Train of Thought.
I felt my cheek peel stickily from the cold floor of the train as I rose from my prone position. I began to look around the train cart searching for something to tell me where I was supposed to be headed. There was framed image that showed the train’s “Schedule”, schedule was an overstatement as there were times listed but no destination paired with them. I then began to look around for other passengers so I could ask what was going on, I didn't remember boarding a train, for that matter, I didn't remember… anything. There was no one else in this cart with me, “just what's going on here?” I began to worry.
By Michael O’Shaughnessy3 years ago in Fiction
Car full of strangers
Tiffany wakes up confused. The last thing she remembers was going to bed in her apartment. Somehow she ended up on a train. She doesn’t know where she is going. She says to herself that she was probably sleepwalking again. She turns her head and sees a man sitting next to her. He looks familiar but she can’t remember where she saw him.
By Jc Martinez3 years ago in Fiction
Why Didn't the Train Stop?
It was the year 1872. The Express train seemed to fly over the plains of England. The sun's rays entered the windows of the train cars, waking up the sleepy passengers. In a dark corner of wagon number 2, a man about 40 years old was sleeping peacefully on a bench. He seemed to be a rich gentleman. The clothes were made of quality fabric and were skillfully sewn. A silk handkerchief was sticking out of his pocket. His beard was cut short and his hair was carefully combed. Next to him was a large and heavy suitcase made of fir wood. Suddenly the train stopped. A ticket collector shouted:
By Cosmin Child3 years ago in Fiction
The Reaching Well
Emer didn't answer when Devon knocked. “Is it the end, this time?” she says. She eyed the glint from the chipped gilded moulds lining the cabin ceiling. Once grand accommodations, now dilapidated ornaments to parse idly through while stealing moments of sleep between quiet lulls of retreat.
By Matt Hendrian3 years ago in Fiction
Homesick
A Runaway Train Once upon a time there was a man named Steve and he went on a train to get to Florida. He was traveling to visit his parents because he remembered his childhood. “I’m homesick,” Steve thought. Steve called his Mom to tell her he was homesick. His mom said, “Okay come visit us!”
By Brandon Lam3 years ago in Fiction
Bella
He woke up with a pounding headache lying on the floor of a train, loose newspapers scattered around him. Exactly three things incited profound worry—his head was bloody; screams pierced the air from the other side of the door; and he had no memory of who he was or how he got there.
By Ariel Slick3 years ago in Fiction
Fate Isn't Always a Dire Instrument
The resounding noise of the train’s chimney echoed in its brightly colored chambers. The pressure from its squeaky breaks forced the passengers to hold on to their nearest object; be it the round table facing them or the sturdy grip beside their seats.
By Harrys Stratigakis3 years ago in Fiction
The Circuit
He had a feeling that something important was just at the periphery of his perception. A bit of knowledge, the lingering adrenaline of a traumatic event. He could feel it in his heart that beat just a few steps too quickly and in the cold sweat that crawled across his back and shoulders.
By Emmet Mathieu3 years ago in Fiction
Welcome to the Express
He wakes up to the sound of a horn and people screaming around him. ‘What is going on?’ he wonders as he opens his eyes and startles at the sight in front of him. He is on a train, but he has no idea how he got there. He tries to remember how he got there but for some reason, he cannot remember anything.
By Shlesma Parajuli3 years ago in Fiction
