Suitcase in hand, you head to the station.

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“STANDING ON KNIFE EDGE” by P. Jean

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I watched this drama unfold, I was totally unsure whether to encourage or discourage her actions. It was like standing in the wings of the theater stage, watching the action, the scene nearing a climax, the performance so unlikely and so seriously filled with consequences! After so many years under the thumb dear sister, I see you now: ~~~~~ You stand there as if on knife edge, it is really a serious place to be, your whole life to this point, to this moment, could be lost. On on...

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“Friday” by Ryanne Theisen

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Every Friday night, around 7 p.m, you headed to the train station. For the past three years this had been your tradition. You never were sure why, it was like an itch you had to scratch. That night you walked to the station, it was very close to your house. In hand was your plain black suitcase. It was empty of course you would not want to carry a filled suitcase, it would slow you down. The only reason you carried it was to fit in, to look like everyone else. Fitting in was what you were best at, your secret talent. When you s...

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“You're Doing It” by Chris Buono

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Suitcase in hand, you head to the station. Finally, after all these years, you were finally taking the leap and leaving. No more wallowing in wonder and daydreams. No longer having to listen to older folks and friends insist that you check out what life was like on the other side with a forlorn heart and a smiling mouth but sad eyes. No. You were doing this and you’re doing it now. Gone were the days where you would have to embarrassingly confide in others on how much you wanted to leave and experience somewhere else. To go far away an...

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“Dead Authors” by Katharine Tierney

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You shift the battered and overpacked suitcase to your other hand, grateful that the train station is only three more blocks away. A steady drizzle makes the pavement glisten and a steady trickle of cold water has found its way past the collar of your coat and down the back of your neck, but you can't take the time to fix it now. The train to St. Louis is leaving in twenty minutes - you should just make it.Green neon flashes above the door of a bar and lights up the puddles just enough for you to side step the worst of them. Glowing snakes w...

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“Forever Yours” by Alice Benson

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You know it’s coming. You can feel it building all night. He was in an ugly mood when he came home – bad day at work, but you still hope. Maybe it will pass. Then dinner doesn’t meet with his approval. It’s overcooked, it’s undercooked, it’s spaghetti, and goddammit, she should know that he hates spaghetti. Last week, he loved it, but never mind. You look at your mother’s face and you know. When he throws the baseball mitt at your head because you left it in the yard, you know it’s going to be a really bad night. And it is. &nbsp...

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“The Ghost and the Demigod” by Bowen Bowie

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The Ghost and the Demigod Suitcase in hand, you hurry to the railway station. “Now Preta,” you warn yourself, “don’t look back!” Of course, you look back. Just a glance, quickly over your shoulder. Shadows in the dark street make your heart pound faster, but no, it’s no one. They haven’t followed. You’ve made it this far without detection. You want to check the slim gold watch on your left wrist, but your sleeve covers it and your hands are full. A suitcase, a handbag, a small cashmere knee-rug that you grabbed as an afterthought before you...

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“The Cracked Mirror” by Manu B <3

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Click. Click. Click. The ancient grandfather clock on the wall stirs you from your thoughts. It makes every minute loom over your head; feeling as though you are stuck in the clock yourself—trapped amongst the Roman numerals. Minutes go by in a flash. Hours tick by. You ball up your fists in anticipation. In a moment of frustration, you look around you and time nearly stands still as you take in your surroundings. The smell of antique books fills the air; your love of literature has colored your childhood. You take ...

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“Hasta La Vista” by Christina Bencin

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You call after her, begging her to stay, hoping that she will eventually run into your arms. She always does. Of course you expect that, she could never leave you. She loves you. A bit too much if you ask me. You force your warm arms around her neck gently to restrain her, as if that could stop her from leaving. She continues packing without a word, stuffing all that is possible into the small purple suitcase. “Stella, Troy, let’s go.” she croaks out, elbowing you with her sharp little elbows. You groan and let go, bu...

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“A goodbye to save you?” by Reannah De Souza

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A small suitcase and a few necessities were all you had right now. Selena was running out of time, who knows how close they were? One thing she knew is that if she didn't get out of this place right now. Selena would be stuck here forever. They were close if she could manage to get on this train, it would at least give her a head start. Selena pulled out a small pouch from her jacket pocket to make sure its content was still there. It was this constant feeling that she needed to make sure it was still exactly where it was the last fifty time...

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“A journey of no return” by Suzana Stapar

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Your palms are sweaty. A nervous tic is pulsating in your temple, and you can almost see it in in the corner of your right eye. “God! Oh, dear God! Why me!?” But no one can here you. “Hurry up! They are coming! - Are you coming?! Hurry!!” It’s hot, it’s humid. “Don’t switch on the lights!” You are crawling around the room, seeing with your hands, with your fingers. Your trembling fingers are pulling out draws, fumbling around, your fingers like tentacles are searching for you, your identity. “What do I need? What do I take?” you whisper ...

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“Tasting Freedom” by Peggy Buckley

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Hey kid, it’s time to go. Your train leaves at 7:34 am sharp. Didn’t they tell you? No matter. You can grab a cup of coffee and something to eat in the dining car. Here’s the cash from your commissary account. Yeah, it’s real—been awhile since you’ve seen money, huh? They keep changing it on account of counterfeiters. You’ve probably never seen bills with the new watermarks. Get your suitcase. Well, it’s probably more like your bo...

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“Roses at the Station” by Scott Perer

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Suitcase in hand you head to the station, for the fifth time this week. You were just used to it on the third and fourth times, but now you’re back to being sick of it. Just glad you’ll have a few days of soon. The smooth black strap feels like richness in your hand, reminds you of your fathers briefcase you would play with as a child. You didn’t know what it was or what it meant to have one, but you knew that it would be good if you had one when you were older. It feels good that you have one now, but you don’t thin...

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