Mystery
Where the Tracks End
That was some time you had last night, the last day of college and the celebration was something else, but now you are laying on a bunk, rocking gently back and forth as if you were on a train. You jump up and hit your head on the bunk above you and fall back holding your hand over your forehead cursing as you slowly roll out of the bunk. Standing, you realize that you are indeed on a speeding train as you watch the scenery flash by you in the darkness. Then turning you notice a young girl sleeping in the bunk above you and as you go to touch her she vanishes as your hand hits the empty bunk. Jumping back you end up falling back onto the bench on the other side as sweat appears on your forehead and you try to figure out what the hell just happened. Searching through your pockets you try and find a ticket to answer what is going on only to find nothing, drawing you further into this mystery you had awoken to.
By K.C. Keats4 years ago in Fiction
This has to be a Dream or is it?
The passengers were in an uproar, people screaming everywhere, when she is awakened by another passenger that bumps her shoulder passing by in a panic! The lady, wearing a yellow sundress and sandals, looks around in disbelief, not at the people panicking but because she realized that she was on a moving train that seemed to be going a million miles per hour! The last thing she remembered was falling asleep in her own bed that morning after working an overnight shift at the hospital. She was exhausted that morning, she showered and headed to straight to bed, expecting to wake in her own bed, none of this made any sense, how could this have happened? How could she be on a runaway train, to her this made no sense, but that was the least of her worries given her current situation, the how she got here would have to wait! How she would survive this ordeal was much more important!
By More Than Words4 years ago in Fiction
The Sparrow
If it had been any other day, she would have missed it. Today was the day, the day the sparrow was caught. On a bright sunny day in August, the little sparrow was living in Lantern Lake. Lantern Lake is an area of outstanding natural beauty. It is a place where it hardly ever rains; the lake has crystal clear water and a wooden house stands tall and proud. Two young deer trot nearby and dive into the trees; birds sing to one another, and wolves howl in the distance. Trees surround the lake and house; a field of yellow rudbeckia live behind the house; hawks circle the lake watching for any sort of animal to pounce on, and mice scuttle in the long grass near the lake, cowering away from their attackers.
By Sara Sparrow4 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 1 - Exile
Joy Tate gripped the steering wheel of her SUV and pressed her foot on the gas pedal, accelerating onto the highway and away from her home. Lights stood sentinel on the edges of the road, guiding her to the place that she’d left long ago. The stifling July humidity made its way into the windows that she’d cracked as she pulled out of her driveway, and she held her finger on the button to raise them, twisting the knob for the air conditioner all the way to the right.
By Sloan Dawson4 years ago in Fiction
NIGHT TRAIN
As the train pulled into the station, he woke up and he thrust his hand into his pocket. His balls were itching. He wondered how he awoke on a train, of all places. There had been so many different wakening locations ever since the rainy day in the desert when the “sunny day bubble” he saw in the sky had changed his life. Some sort of portal, he thought. A chance to be someone else, somewhere else. He thought about that bubble a lot since he’d seen it, and how he could possibly utilize it.
By Paul Evans Pedersen, Jr.4 years ago in Fiction
