Mystery

The Repentance Train
A gasp of air is all that could be heard coming from a man. The type of gasp that someone would have as if they came back from the brink of death. Coughs soon followed as he awoke and looked around to try to make sense of the situation. He had soon realised that he was in the carriage of a train, a brand-new train by the looks of it but with a small monitor suspended above him on the opposite side of the carriage. The monitor then counted down from 5. The man's eyes faced the monitor and the carriage became less relevant with every number that passed.
By Roshawn3 years ago in Fiction
Runaway
March 18 I hear the sound of the tracks, before I’m fully awake. The scrape of metal against metal, the slight back and forth as the cars tilt side to side.
By Kristen Marie3 years ago in Fiction
The family train
"Ughh…" I groaned as I woke up from the most comfortable sleep I've had in transportation. "Seems like I will be using the train from now on", I thought. I moved the juice glass, safety brochure and what seemed to be a hundred napkins on the table to look for my phone. As I looked for it, I noticed the train moved a bit faster than normal but nothing outrageous. The unfamiliar scenery outside piqued my curiosity as I saw a new red bait shop amongst the rural atmosphere of farmers. The shop had a small but noticeable sign saying, "don't be caught up in the mix". "Ha…not a bad pun", I thought.
By Merritt Xavier3 years ago in Fiction
The Sleeping Train
“Anyone need tickets?” A bellowing voice comes rumbling down the train corridor and wakes me with a surprised jump, slightly embarrassed, I glance around to see if anyone is looking, but everyone seems too engrossed with their own thoughts. My heart is racing slightly from the shock. I fumble through my bag, a journal, a little wrapped up box with a bow on top, a packet of cigarettes and a pair of soft pale blue gloves but no ticket.
By Lucille Hamilton3 years ago in Fiction
Quiet car
Soft air flows into and out of his lungs. He stirs from sleep, stretching his hands in an upward motion, his legs struggling for space underneath the cramped seat.
By Martins Abuah3 years ago in Fiction
The Warning
The bed shook so hard that Mike Swayze rattled off its softness like an old car falling apart as it drove down a rutted road. “Earthquake!” he thought as he pulled himself off the hard tiles. From somewhere near by, an emergency siren was wailing like a banshee on meth. His heart beat savagely and he blinked sleep from his eyes, glad for the first time that Lisa had gone to Connecticut to visit her parents.
By Debora Dyess3 years ago in Fiction
Midnight Train
Why is it so bright in here? Oh, God my head. I put my hand to my pounding head. It feels like I have been beaten with a stick. I blink several times to try to be able to allow my eyes to adjust to the light. the feeling of the room is both shaky and bumpy. Which doesn’t help with the nausea I am feeling right about now.
By Jen Phillips3 years ago in Fiction
Runaway Red Soldiers
I woke up with a start. I wasn’t sure what woke me, but something was wrong. My neck was stiff from sleeping in a crooked position, using a navy peacoat as a pillow. The rumbling beneath my seat and the distinct chugging told me I was laying on the bench seat of a moving train compartment. My shoulders were sore. Rubbing my neck and wiping the sleep from my eyes, I looked slowly around the compartment.
By Paula phillips3 years ago in Fiction
Underground
Consciousness returned slowly. It was the gentle shaking that woke him up. Well, okay, not so gentle. All right, the rattle rattle RATTLE CLANK woke him.
By Meredith Harmon3 years ago in Fiction
Runaway Train
The swaying woke me. The soft undulation, the back and forth motion. Normally considered an excellent conveyance to the land of dreams, it may also be the catalyst to wakefulness. And so I swayed. Back and forth, like a swaddled babe. Bumping the window ever so slightly. I came to fairly rapidly, wondering who I was and where I was. The answers normally come rapidly to mind, but not this time. I sat, swaying, and thoroughly dumbfounded. Where was I? More importantly, WHO was I? I was alone in the private car, without clues to either question.
By DeLana Gibbons3 years ago in Fiction
Rolling Stock
Jostled, I was jostled awake. I was very groggy and my mouth tasted like well,... crap. How long have I been asleep and where am I? The movement of my body led me to believe I was on a train. I have been on many a train, so I recognized it, the slow rocking movement like a mother rocking her baby. I opened my eyes and saw I was in a sleeper car. I looked out of the window, but could not tell from the rolling landscape where we were, and how did I even get here? I have no memory of that, what day it is for that matter. I stood up and checked my pockets for a ticket, what did I do with my ticket? How do you get on a train without a ticket? I didn't have my wallet, which seems to have disappeared as well. I went to the door and opened it, looked left and then right, the corridor was empty. I slipped back in "my" room and shut the door. I sat back down and let out a long breath, ran my fingers through my hair, trying to figure out what I should do next. I felt a painful lump on the back of my head, and I thought this is why I can't remember.
By Rebecca Lavin3 years ago in Fiction
What happens to unclaimed corpses?
This is a mistake. He thought. What happened at the banquet? What have I done? The more the artist thought and shifted, the more the light began to take shape in his eyes. He could see that he was in a container of cadavers, mistaken for human waste. He perceived a slight quaking. The bodies, their hair, held the smallest drift from side to side. It was not born from his movement. The container itself was in transit.
By J. Kendall Bates3 years ago in Fiction