Mystery
The Train
Bev was startled awake. She found herself staring at a ceiling. It didn’t remind her of anything she had seen before. The roof, constructed of some paneling, had lines running perpendicular. It looked unnatural to her as if someone had painted over a piece of plywood. The wood's natural lines and spirals were present, but they were unnaturally accentuated.
By Sarah Spookychild3 years ago in Fiction
Recollection
The sound of the train horn blasting abruptly wakes a man from his slumber. His instant reaction is jumping out of his seat however he is quickly yanked back into to his chair. He looks down and realizes that his left hand is handcuffed to the arm of the chair. He stands up carefully and proceeds to look around the carriage he spots no other passengers, no luggage not even a piece of rubbish, just rows of empty chairs and wide-open windows.
By Jordan Webster3 years ago in Fiction
Off Track
Choo Choooo! Joslyn mumbled a groan as she began to will herself to consciousness at the prompt of the unfamiliar sound. Her head throbbed with an achy pain that seemed to emanate from the base of her skull. She pinched the bridge of her nose just below her brow, and squeezed her eyes tightly in a drawn out wince. She needed a moment to prepare before allowing her drumming brain to embrace the added stimulus of light when she opened her eyes.
By Jesse Struble3 years ago in Fiction
The Offer
Cigar smoke and orange blossom filled my nostrils. Whiskey warmed my veins, but it was her scarlet curls on my shoulders that clouded my thoughts and blocked any memories from before that night. I could taste merlot on her lips and would gladly drink a bottle from her mouth. Her diamond earrings caught the light as she moved from my mouth to my neck. Her fingers found my necktie and I shuddered at the mere suggestion of what else they might find as the evening pressed on.
By Amelia Grace Newell3 years ago in Fiction
Three Car Leap
It was the lilting that woke me. It was possibly the lilting that made me pass out in the first place. But where before it must have lulled me to sleep, now the movement caused an unrest inside that surfaced me from the deep waters of unconsciousness.
By Ashlyn McKnight3 years ago in Fiction
UnPacked
Red or Blue? She thought to herself. As the land outside of the window flew past her, she struggled to decide between the two cotton bags she held below in her pale hands. Her feet dangled in the air under her seat while a paralleled woman reached over and adjusted the girl’s hair to rest calmly behind her ears. “You have to pick some day, we’re gonna be there soon. Battleship shouldn't take two weeks!” Quietly, the girl pressed her eyes shut and then extended her left arm over a fraction of the table sitting between them. As the woman emptied her small sack she spoke in a low tone, “you picked red, that’s unlike you.” In silence they arranged their pieces on separate sides of the game board which rose and obstructed one another’s vision at its centre. The landscape out of the window was beautiful, however they liked to play games while aboard to speed up their travels. “Okay, I’m ready.” The girl slowly shifted her head to the side of the blockade, revealing her innocent eyes to her opponent as the sun kissed her face from near the horizon. “B-nine” she said in return as her soft voice struggled to echo in the enclosed cabin they sat in. “Hit.” The girl jumped up on top of her seat, “yes!” For the first time since the game started, her eyes were finally above the other pair at the table, yet still too low to see over the barrier. As she began to sit back down, three men in uniform ran past the transparent door shut to separate them from the hallway outside. The middle aged woman stood straight, flattening her brown dress on her stretched legs before making way over to the door in an attempt to satisfy her curiosity. Sliding it to the right and striking one leg into the flustered hallway, she looked back at the small girl sitting in the corner of her seat. “I need you to stay right here, don’t open the door for anyone, okay?” The girl reached up and wrapped her fingers around a silver heart pendant attached to a thin chain clasped to her neck as she nodded back. “You hold onto that and I'll be back in no time, I promise.” Her hand slid the door shut from the opposing side as the little girl watched her single mother’s silhouette disappear into the long hallway.
By Owen Clark3 years ago in Fiction
One Last Ride
He came to consciousness gradually, like he was fading in and out of a dream that didn’t want to end. The first sound that came to ear was a rhythmic beat, one that he thought was a heart, until he caught the distinct metal clang and the unforgettable chugging of a locomotive. When he opened his eyes, the cabin was dim; Faded red, almost pink curtains tinted the sunlight a comforting hue, the muted sunlight giving his skin fleeting hints of warmth.
By Taylor Inman3 years ago in Fiction
