Adventure
Train Follies
The frog that sat in the seat opposite Ostero licked its eyeball. ‘Exactly!’ Mr Morris slapped his knee and chortled at the frog’s insight. Ostero laughed politely. He was a dear old friend to Mr Morris but hardly an acquaintance to the frog, whose name he did not know. It had simply been sat there in the train cabin, when he had woken up. And he had no clue as to how he happened to be on the train either, the faint hint of questioning that he had put to Mr Morris upon waking, revealed only that he had agreed to a three-week holiday on the coast.
By S. T. Buxton3 years ago in Fiction
Parachute
It was left open by popular demand. The pillows were nice and soft. They left an indent that had never been there before. They were just waiting to be pilfered. And then they could be controlled by pulled strings in the air over safe speed. Wiggling open and left to dance in the air stream over open water. Double g's and fast planes would not stop it.
By Alex Jennett3 years ago in Fiction
The Unexpected
It was the morning of Chicago during the modern time, a girl named Mary wakes up from her seat and notices she’s on a train that is trailing quickly and continues pick up speed as it goes, she looks around and sees all the seats are empty. She doesn’t have any recollection of how she ended up there or where she is going, all she knows is she’s on a train by herself. She gets up from her seat and walks in front of the train car and sees that someone is operating the locomotive. So many questions start flooding her mind of how she got there and where she is, and where she is going. Everything is a mystery, until suddenly the lights start flickering, she gets an epiphany of an event just last night while she was on the train. She was strapped to a chair where men surrounding her were injecting with syringe needles. A light was flickering at that time realizing those were one of the fragments of a memory that happened just last night.
By Vinci Bhardwaj 3 years ago in Fiction
Bound and Unbound
In the shadows of the snaking alleyways, the tiny hairs at the back of his neck grazed his collar like the fuzz of a peach. Was it always that cool and damp in Edinburgh? Why did he keep returning? It was silly, really. There were hundreds, if not thousands, of prostitutes in London. Wouldn’t it be easier if he chose one there? Some were beautiful, certainly more so than Renata, whose eyebrows were always a little too thick, betraying the emotions she tried to mask with a courtesan’s skill. Some were very talented- musicians and dancers that were not quite at the level of society where they were celebrated, yet fallen just far enough to accept money for love while they guarded their ardent passions within their hearts. He valued art too highly to take advantage of their desire without being able to serve as their patron. And besides, it was too close to his honest life, the life he lived with Milly.
By Magdalena Zenaida3 years ago in Fiction
A Train of Choices
Max Haymont squinted his eyes, he had a pounding headache jolting through his skull and he seemed to still be in a daze. A sudden bounce and a clunk woke him up completely as he tried to catch himself on the wooden floor. He looked around frantically; it was dark, but he was able to quickly realize he was in a train car. The car creaked as it rocked back and forth on the track, metal clanging could be heard around him. The train car had a dusty and industrial smell to it, all was the common environmental of train freight car. Max heard a groan next to him, he looked over to find Reggie sitting next to him on the floor. Reggie Bronson wore his typical Oakbend High letterman jacket, a model athlete that had been friends with Max since pre-school.
By Shawn Cagle3 years ago in Fiction
Bumblephuc
I wake up with a jolt as the seat beneath me lurches to one side. Blinking the sleep out of my eyes, I sit up and look around. I'm on a commuter train, a few random passengers visible from my seat. I glance out the window and quickly look away, the scenery whipping past stirring up some nausea. I must've been drugged at the end of our meeting. I reach a hand up to rub my face and something falls out of it. I lean down to pick it up off the floor and freeze, eyes wide as I stare at the item in my hand. I'm holding a gun.
By Erin Hensley3 years ago in Fiction
Next Stop, 5D Station
Next stop, 4D station. Please leave all belongings and exit right to the platform. I open my eyes to bright, bright light. I hear the whirring of something mechanical, a sense of motion, and vibrations throughout my body. I’m struggling to focus on what I am seeing.
By Jessica Salerno3 years ago in Fiction
Cosmic Dragon Wagon
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. There were griffins and couple of ghouls. There was even a rumor of there being a unicorn. Until Bastion, king of Georgiana, had it hunted down so he could have the power from its blood and mount its head in his trophy room just to show how powerful he was. The pompous ass.” Ja tells me in his typical Bastion bashing fashion. We sit on the ridge and watch the biggest dragon we have ever seen start its dive for the flock of sheep down in the grasslands.
By Chris Alvey3 years ago in Fiction
They Said it Came out of Nowhere. Runner-Up in The Runaway Train Challenge.
Rude awakenings weren't anything out of the ordinary for a wandering man like Samuell Burch. No sir, he had woken up plenty of mornings feeling the pain after a night of over-imbibement, when he'd hop off and go looking for refreshment in whatever town seemed to call his name: Sam-yoo-ELL, with a capital ELL, as he liked to introduce himself when he wandered into towns looking for odd jobs, a kitchen that might feed him, or just plain trouble.
By Marsha Singh3 years ago in Fiction
