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Three Stops. Runner-Up in The Runaway Train Challenge.
The first thing Arthur noticed was that his leg had stopped aching. A botched surgery nearly thirty years ago had left him with a twinge in his right knee that persisted every morning when he awoke. But now he felt only smooth leather seats and a thin carpet under his bare feet. The pain was gone.
By Addison Horner4 years ago in Fiction
What Did You Do, Jake Sullivan?
The stone warehouse was vast and extended beyond sight in all directions like the halls of a desolate god without name. Smooth pylons, some twenty feet across, rose featureless and without seam into the darkness above where in the dim shadows he could just discern the whispers of limitless stone arches. They crisscrossed without order in an ancient latticework that he imagined carved with glyphs and dead languages lost to time and war. He walked in the grey shadowless light which emanated without source towards the only sound he could hear – a metronomic click-click, click-click which sounded from not far ahead. He’s had this dream before but it was different this time.
By Kevin Rolly4 years ago in Fiction
Dream Train
The cacophony of whispers spoke too oft to me: quiet cascades shuffling to-and-fro ruthlessly. Is it too early? Am I too late? Are we a hair's-breadth nigh? Have they made ready? Does Fate even care- yea, and it is not my hands in which She hath bestowed power over destinies?
By PW4 years ago in Fiction
Interface
Okay, don’t panic. I’m definitely panicking. Where am I? Colors swirl before my line of sight, like waking up from a long sleep, where the line between dream and reality blurs. It’s hard to keep my eyes open.
By Andrea Standby4 years ago in Fiction
Rush
"Sure, Chris, I can lather some suntan lotion on your chest," I said as Captain A smiled. He was so handsome and, omg, single. I was going to make sure he saw me as relationship material. I started to slather suntan lotion all over his chest. He gave me a flirty look and lifted his hand towards my face. He sat up as I leaned in. Yes! This is it! I'm about to kiss Captain A! I was so ready. I pursed my lips, closed my eyes, and slowly went in for the kiss as......Bzzzz, Bzzzz, Bzzzz "Lana! Where are you?!! We were supposed to meet an hour ago. I've been trying to reach you. Please let me know you are ok!!"
By Liss Suarez4 years ago in Fiction
The Subconscious Subway
The first thing the man felt was the rattle of his head against the window behind him. The first thing the man heard however, was much less familiar. It was a high pitched repeating beep, as foreign to him as stepping into one’s childhood home, only to find that that home now belongs to a new family,
By Patrick Kayes4 years ago in Fiction
The Diary of A Russian Immigrant Child: Anastasia Sokolov 1900
The Diary of A Russian Immigrant Child: Anastasia Sokolov 1900 by Astrid (Toby) Fowler
By Dan R Fowler4 years ago in Fiction
The Last Train
I struggle to open my eyes …but they remain closed…wanting to call out but I have no voice…I’m on a train…I recognize the movement...I’m floating…prone on a feather-soft bed…surrounded by white nothingness…no sound… no smells…only gentle movement of the train rushing through white fog back to the beginning…
By Lea Waske 4 years ago in Fiction
Crossroads. Runner-Up in The Runaway Train Challenge.
I wake to the purring engine of a train. The seat I’m occupying is one beside a window. Ivory clouds press against the glass, obscuring my view of the world beyond. Grogginess permeates my mind, blurs my ability to grasp why I am on a train and where said train could possibly be going.
By Abrianna Leaming4 years ago in Fiction
Puny humans, let's start again.
Should he have brought a gift? Scott stood at the bottom of the stairwell, wishing he had a smoke. It had been twelve years since his last one, and twenty since his pack-a-day habit, and lord, some cravings ought to stay gone.
By Spencer Reaves4 years ago in Fiction
Crazy Mr. Gould
A homeless man bumped into me today at the bank. I found it ironic to see that even a penniless man needs a bank account. Must have been a good day panhandling, I thought. Though I was a good ten feet from the man, his unbearable stench made its presence known. He smelled of stagnant water and burnt trash. I couldn’t help but breathe through my mouth and I could hear the woman behind me follow suit.
By Ruban Evets4 years ago in Fiction
Best Friends Forever
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The honey toned flicker on the emerald algae-stained glass, seemed somewhat inviting as the last light of dawn sank behind the trees. The once azure blue sky peeking through the fresh and luscious canopy had become a faded greyish-lilac shade and the trees had merged into one collective jet-black silhouette. The thick, warm air of the day was replaced with a cold clamminess that made the palms feel stone cold to the touch. Of course, as inviting as the warm little fairy-tale cabin seemed, not one decent soul living in Bedshire would lay their hands on its worn wooden frame, let alone enter it. The person inside was an outsider.
By Abi Smith4 years ago in Fiction