Stories tagged “train”
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In The Cards
It was in the cards for Greta. She was not going to make it home tonight. It was a bright night. The moon was almost full. Greta had taken off her strappy heels and plodded, completely exhausted, to her gleaming Ion. She opened the door. It still smell...
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Westward
“It’s beautiful.” “For all the wrong reasons”, I responded as I lit my cigarette and flicked the still burning match over the edge of the moving train. “It’s still beautiful”, said James defensively. R...
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The Way of the World
The door slammed loudly as Fynn Klein collapsed at the kitchen table. He’d had a rough time at life these past few days, but it didn’t matter; he was home. “A day early,” Leonie commented quietly, banging the pots overhead. R...
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Train/Wheat
A pair of train tracks, extending toward horizon’s gate. A train on them, carrying sixteen random people, rushing headlong into wintry cold. Sixteen passengers reading magazines; gazing out their windows; sleeping sprawled out in their compartmen...
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An Icy Fate
The train was coming right for me. I was flying, floating around the moon, gasping for air without a care in the world, and a train was coming toward me. Jets of fire exploded behind it, green and blue streaks denting the sides of the cars in perfect i...
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Down Town
You told me you were out late You didn’t answer my calls You said you left your phone back in your purse at home I wonder why you would leave your purse at home How could you walk away Without saying good-bye I was watching you from afar You wer...
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In the Present
“You trying to see my aura again?” Kyle asked with a smirk edging onto his face through the gradually slowing breaths. So, he’s in the present. “Maybe,” I answered, trying to be evasive. There wasn’t much point to it...
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Sanctuary
I closed the door, and turned on the light to find everything as it should be: my tools in their place, my boxes packed with spare train parts and extra accessories, and of course, the train set itself – a 12ft square monstrosity on ½ inch plywood, ...
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Train Ride
As I stare at my watch, I hear the sound of a subway coming to a halt. Screeching, as though crying to be set free. I step up onto the car. The crowd is unusually big. No room left to sit. I see some elderly people getting on. The smell is horrific. Th...
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Change of Job Description
The heat of the hot desert sun was beating down on Private Stone’s face as he stared at it’s orange glow. Stone could barely sleep on this three day cargo carrying trip from Fort Griffith Texas. Stone had just crossed into New Mexico when the train...
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Too many questions
“What in tarnation are you talkin’ ’bout? … uh sir?” Private Stone stood dumbfounded as he stood at attention. “It means Private,” the Sergeant said staring Stone down, “you do not exist anymore. The life...
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Waiting for Luke
Deirdre looked at her watch for what must have been the fiftieth time that night. Nine o’clock passed by, then nine fifteen and finally nine thirty… Her brow wrinkled even more with every passing minute. Luke’s train was thirty minute...
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My Island Between Worlds
I was sitting on a beach with soft, fine sand. I didn’t know how I had ended up there. I couldn’t see any foot prints leading to or from me. It was as if I suddenly appeared. The sky was a twisting torrent of colors- twilight’s blue h...
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Goodbyes
She worked quickly with the scissors, cutting a lot of hair off. She cut off my bangs, but combed the front part of my hair up. “Now you look like an Anthony.” She said, feeling content. I helped her out the window and we began walking to t...
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Starting A New Life On the Road
The train door closed as the passengers scrambled aboard. I could tell Sandra didn’t like this at all. “James, I have to go home. What are my parents going to say when they find me missing!?” She yelled. “I don’t know. I&#...
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In Between Minds: Storm of Consequences
I awoke to the rhythmic staccato of a moving train, and to a pair of voices. Soft-spoken, yet stern they discussed my future. My mouth tasted of blood and my head felt like someone had used it as a football. I didn’t think I was hallucinating- th...
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In Between Minds- Distorted Revelations
The door slammed open. ‘Sir’ stood there scowling. His jacket bulged making me suspect he had retrieved his gun. “Plans have changed. You’ve seen what we wanted you to see. Remember this, " he said pointing to the Polkovnik...
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Bounces and Bumps
I Stared out the dirty fogged up window as the wheels began to turn, and we zoomed into the night of Chicago. It was now that I realized the pure beauty of my city. I sighed in contentment and closed the drapes over the window. I laid my head on my mot...
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Did we land, or were we shot down?
The whole world rumbled around him. He was jostled to and fro, hitting into the sliding doors, bouncing off of the tightly packed working class all around him. Going home during rush hour was always rough – never a seat open. However, once those ...
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Once Upon A Time In England
I woke up mostly naked in front of the Platform 9 3/4 tourist spot at King’s Cross Station in London, England. I say “mostly” naked because for for some lucky reason, having to do with public decency no doubt, I still wore my blue ...
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Tumbling Along
Exultant yet exhausted I folded about myself in ragged attempts to catch my breath. Cold wind whipping through the open door seemed to rob the air of help and doubled my pain. Barreling into a starless night the train roared over anything more than sho...
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From Station to Station
Cool air accompanied the opening doors. A large crowd milled around the station. The curious peeked their head inside, looked back at the terminal gray behind them, and stepped in. I smiled behind my mask. There were always those that needed to be firs...
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Intrusion to Solitude
“Thought I’d find you here.” I hear her. I refuse to really listen. My trajectory takes me right past her, but I refuse to alter course, to acknowledge her presence. I don’t want to admit the connection or any connection for tha...
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Strangers on a Train... to Watford
I boarded a train at King’s Langley in 1978. Nothing remarkable in that, you might say other than the fact that I’m old enough to have done so. I, with my sister and mother was, as usual, late and we ran for the train. Out of breath- pantin...
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The Retort Usually Occurs to Me Only Hours Later
The timing of this encounter (which, by the way, appeared to be quite entertaining to the other passengers judging by their smirks and sniggers) was such that, shortly before arriving at our station, the young lady (having made no progress with my moth...