Young Adult
The Collector
When I was ten years old, I woke up on a train. This was my first memory and I had no idea how or why I was there. I just remember opening my eyes at my surroundings. The first thing I saw was my reflection in the window. This girl with long chestnut hair, big bright blue eyes, fair creamy skin, and slender features who didn’t have a name was staring back at me. This is the first time I could feel fear well up inside me. Tears start to form in my eyes.
By Erika Ravnsborg3 years ago in Fiction
The Hijacked Train
My consciousness brought me back to reality with the sound of metal clashing against metal, screeching as it went. The noise grew louder that I had to cover my ears until they were ready to adjust. Once I lowered my hands, I began to open my eyes.
By R. N. M. Haubrock3 years ago in Fiction









