Adventure
Sojourn
Allen rattled back and forth in his seat as his mind negotiated with his body. Are we still asleep? The boy pressed his eyelids down in an effort to fool himself. The seat bucked again and Allen slumped over on his side. He felt hard, splintered wood flaking against his face and palms. An ancient mildew wafted from between the vibrating boards.
By Zack Graham3 years ago in Fiction
Mementos
It was the constant rhythmic clacking that roused her, but the knot of uneasiness in her stomach which woke her. The light above her was dim, cloudy, but even so the immediacy of the light all but blinded her when she opened her eyes. She squinted until they adjusted and was surprised when they finally did. She was on a train. She did not remember getting on a train.
By Rachel Christopher3 years ago in Fiction
The Hijacking of the Siberian Bullet
Larissa’s eyes snapped open at the sound of voices. She scanned her surroundings: six rows of booths separated by a carpeted aisle; windows with a blurred view of a frozen terrain; six other people, all looking as befuddled and panicked as she felt. A train. It had to be a train. Larissa patted her pockets and found her phone and wallet missing. She didn’t even have a ticket. All Larissa had were the winter gear and a strange, metallic-mesh hat someone had forced onto her. Beneath that, Larissa felt matching metallic-mesh clothes on top of her normal outfit. She tried to think back to when she got on the train, but her memories were fuzzy, and the effort alone triggered a migraine headache and auras.
By Stephanie Hoogstad3 years ago in Fiction
The Train to Hollow Earth
"WHOOOOOO!" I awoke to the sound of a train whistle. A train whistle? No, that is ridiculous. I must still be asleep on my stiff hotel bed. After all, walking around in the hot Florida sun had always fully exhausted me in the past, sometimes making for weird dreams, and this year's Comicon was apparently no different.
By Tim Turner3 years ago in Fiction
Train Station
Johnny did not know where he was. He could not remember any sense of smell or taste or sound. He searched through his pockets and came up with nothing. Although when he looked around, he could tell that he was going faster than normal. The train that he was on could also sense that he was aboard and just along for the ride. It somehow was aware of his timidity.
By Alex Jennett3 years ago in Fiction
Runaway Mission
The man woke up with a jolt of pain running through his body. He opened his eyes to the bright outdoor light filling into the train compartment from the window. He looked around at the compartment that he was in and it was made in almost an old school style, with wood furnishings and retro looking cushion seating. The man got up to feel his whole body slowly regaining itself from waking up. He had no recollection as to how he got there, and that he didn't recall what had happened prior to his waking up. As he looked outside, he saw that the train was going at a speed that it probably shouldn't be going at, with things passing by so fast it made the outside look like a blur. He felt the floor rumble here and there, probably due to the train going at an advanced speed.
By Birithivy Yogaratnam4 years ago in Fiction
Teamwork on a Runaway Train
What ! Clickity clack, clickity clack . Just what in tarnation is that and why does my head hurt ? As my eyes focus I set up while hanging on to this shiny pole. In looking around there are a number of people with me in this box. Why are we moving?
By Larry Lowe4 years ago in Fiction
The Samhain Chronicles
When Danny finished unraveling his tale, Dr. Horace sat back, removed his small, round spectacles and began polishing them with a deep sigh. "It would seem your tolerance for your medication has increased," he observed, tutting softly under his breath, "Full-blown hallucinations and blackout spells in the middle of the day... my, my, my..."
By Natalie Gray4 years ago in Fiction
I Am Not Myself. Runner-Up in The Runaway Train Challenge.
A foot nudges me awake. My head bobs from where it rests over my chest as I peel my eyes open to slits and stare at my shoes on the short, red carpet. The foot appears again, and toes at my leather boots. It is a twin to mine in size but wears black, shiny loafers. Slowly, I lift my head. A man sits across from me with a smirk on his face.
By Caroline T4 years ago in Fiction
The Dead Ticket Collector
BOOM! CLATTER I awoke with a jar and sat up as my eyes flew open. The world swayed first to the left, then to the right and for an instant I could not fathom where I was. Then a loud whistle blared out and it caused me to spring to my feet and lunge for the window I saw just above me.
By Sophie Jackson4 years ago in Fiction
