WorldStorm Express

Avatar Author: Jae I am a solitary writer Living in a house of poetry In a wilderness of words Read Bio

Here I go again.

The train came. It snatched my thoughts away and I can’t retrieve them fast enough. The trail left behind stretches onward for growing miles; I only stop every so often when a fact outshines the rest, and I must let my eyes adjust once the thought is replaced within my mind. The light of these thoughts helps illuminate the rest. I think I’m getting a clearer picture… but the train is still racing ahead of me.

Running is not fast enough, so I take up my pen. Some words can’t keep up as I write, so they fall behind and won’t make it with the rest. No worry, the meaning is clear, however I must watch that my handwriting doesn’t shake too much as I run or I won’t be able to read later. Ahead, I see the clouds of steam from the train. They coalesce in dark masses and details of other worlds begin to fall as rain. Excitedly, I turn my head upwards to drink it in, still running. This will help me learn faster, maybe even catch up.

Racing alongside, I jump – make it. The wild ride has begun.

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Comments (3 so far!)

  1. Avatar Jae

    This was inspired moments ago by The First of Autumn by Enya. Note the dual meaning of the word “express” in the title.

  2. Ahfl_icon THX 0477

    Nice job on the metaphor/allegory. The start was a little rocky as we jump right into it. I even think the sentence, “The train came…” could be broken up, as right now it’s a run-on, though I know the whole thing was meant to have a running feel to it.
    At first it felt kind of overwhelmed and helpless, but I like how by the end the effort is rewarded by catching up and getting to go on a wild ride.

  3. Avatar Jae

    Fixed the opening sentence. Thanks!