Suitcase in hand, you head to the station.
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“Destination West” by Writers Block
It was late afternoon in the Carolinas, and the school group was awaiting a travel bus for their trip out west. All of the 8 leaders were gathering the group of high schoolers to do a head count. Everybody formed a straight line as the bus arrived in the parking lot. Excitement grew over the group as they marched inside the bus to find their seats. Before the bus took off, a couple of the leaders stood in the aisle and c...
“Phantasia res eodem” by Katy S.
You sit with your carpetbag on your lap, looking at the colorful blooms sway in the midst of the green leaves. You think about how poetic all this is. Sitting, waiting for a train. That's ever so sentimental. How many stories start or end with a child getting off, or on a train? Usually an orphan, but the matter remains, that trains are awfully story-like. Your mother, and father are both very much alive, ( a very good thing, that you are grateful about, just to clear that up ) but you suppose it could...
“Misfit Ticket” by K. Apple
Your thick fingers, grimy, offer up a first class ticket. She’s offended, that ticket taking lady. The dirt stands out, especially on this train. Your hands got character though, right?There’s no sonofabitch with more character than you, friend.You do the world a great favor when you plop down and stick your feet up on the facing suede seat. You don’t run to the toilet to wash. You let the dirt ride. Devas love that, sprites adore that. Self-doubt makes the world cringe.
“Loving and Longing” by ℝ𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝔹𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕝𝕖𝕪
Dear Josh,I remember the day you left, it was bitter sweet. My boy was a baby no longer, and my bird's egg had cracked and my chick had flown away. I was alone with my husband, alone, yet with a world of possibilities. The odd thing is, I didn't feel like exploring this new and intriguing world. I could vacation, yet I didn't feel like traveling, I could escape, yet I felt like being trapped.I remember waiting for the day I would meet you. Preparing a room and spending hours rubbing my...
“Baggage Check” by Waverley Stark
When you open your eyes, you’re standing in the middle of a cloud of smoke. Voices murmur around you, and the loud clanging of metal makes your head hurt. You look around you in confusion. Where am I? Someone grabs you roughly by the upper arm and drags you through the crowd. You’re deposited in a line, behind a skinny woman with twig-like hair. “Next!” The queue of people ahead of you s...
“ A DAY IN CROWD” by Sumit Tak
Men, women fingered at you, you never turned back. You looked up, walked straight without blinking your eyes for a moment. It seemed you had indomitable vigor. You painted a camel on a paper and stuck it on your suitcase. And soon after, you headed to the station, you walked alone on your bare feet, holes in your pant, dirt on your shirt and the suitcase in your hand. Awaiting there under the fiery sun, you saw people had already occupied the benches. After waiting for an hour, you got a place to sit on a bench.
“Familiar Beginnings” by Neha Dubhashi
The smoke billows up in black, peppery clouds of noxious stench. It’s a reminder of how bleak today is supposed to be. You don’t care. You feel like a weight has been lifted off your chest. An odd sense of relief washes over you. A father should feel guilt and regret when leaving his family. You don’t. Your small...
“A mother's story” by Saranglogy R
Everyone was busy walking fast carrying bags in their hands, but you were not walking. You were sitting on the bench with a suitcase at platform number 10. Because that's what the message said so. Your eyes were busy with noticing everyone, and you were fidgeting your fingers nervously. A drop of sweat was forming on your forehead, and your heartbeat was beating fast. The sound of your fingers tappin...
“Plan A” by Ken Coomes
Suitcase in hand, you head to the station. At least, that’s the plan, as you lock your door behind you and walk to the car. Perhaps you should call it Plan A. It seems like most of your plans these days change often, sometimes daily.You open the trunk, toss in the suitcase, close the trunk and get in the driver’s seat. Then you can’t help yourself; you look at the passenger seat to your right. The seat where Jinny used to sit. It’s empty now, of course.Taking a deep breath you detect a hint of Grasse Ja...
“Singing the Blues” by Kathleen March
Suitcase in hand, you head to the station. Now normally a person doesn’t carry a suitcase, not any more. Today all the suitcases have wheels and a handle you click on to make it pop up. You are carrying yours, because it’d make a lot of noise rattling along behind you, jouncing up and down on gravel or loose dirt, getting caught in a crack. Mostly what bothers you is the jouncing it might do, because suitcases are meant ...
“In the Dark of Night” by Esther Andrews
Have you ever left in the dark of night, with nothing more than a suitcase in hand, heading toward the station, so to speak? You might have left to hop on a bus, or on a train, or you might have driven away in your own car. No matter. The train was leaving the station and it was abundantly clear it was time for you to go. Despite the circumstances surrounding how you leave, for some of u...
“Control” by Madhurima Giri
Suitcase in hand, you head to the station feeling your anxiety subside. You finally left him. Not just him, but everything else that you had built for so long. You were leaving behind everything that you had been taught, learnt and experienced. For anybody else it wouldn’t have been this hard, but for you it was psychotic. You disliked anything new, or change. You liked a routine. It kept you calm. Kept you from having a...
“The Conscious Decision” by Greg Gillis
Suitcase in hand, you head to the station. After almost one year of planning, hundreds of emails, phone calls, and some up-front expenses on your part, it looks like the day has finally come for your high school reunion to happen. You were wise to have it take place in a central location since many of the alumni have now spread themselves out across the globe...
“Socotra Island” by Blane Britt
After hours of searching the internet highway and a pint of 190 proof vodka I decided upon traveling to Socotra Island, Yemen. This appears to be an ideal location for me. It was separated from mainland in Africa more than six million years ago, that remote island looked like the set of a sci-fi film. Socotra’s incredible and unique biodiversity meant that there are plants and trees there not found anywhere else ...
“Getting Better” by Reagan B.
Suitcase in hand, you head to the station. Today is the day, the day that you are finally leaving. It was easy getting out of bed this morning, so much easier than it usually was. Usually, your morning ritual consisted of dragging yourself from bed and dragging your feet to the kitchen where a small breakfast was eaten. You drug yourself around, getting ready, preparing yourself for the undoubtedly dreadful day ahead. B...
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